ROSS DICKERHOOF, 22 [henceforth referred to as “22”, sits alone at a table, nervously fidgeting. He seems to be looking for someone. ROSS DICKERHOOF, 17 [henceforth referred to as “17”], enters, chugging a Cherry Coke. 17 plops down across from 22.
17: This seat taken? [It’s not a question.]
22: Where were you?
17: Oh, just wrapping up the performance of my career. God, I’m so glad [REDACTED] let me be Renfield.
22: Yep. It sure is fitting.
17: [lowering his sunglasses] Ooh, feisty today. What’s up?