We begin this episode at the apartment of Tasha and Wesley. Tasha is sitting on the living room floor with wedding magazines and pamphlets spread out around her. She is dressed in a white fitted t-shirt, gold shorts and white ankle socks. Her hair is in a messy bun and she’s in full make-up.
Wesley walks in the living room from the kitchen. He steps over the magazines and caresses Tasha’s face.
Wesley: You are so beautiful. Why all the make-up?
She smiles back up at him and stands up to give him a hug.
Tasha: Thank you baby. I'm just trying out different looks for my wedding make-up. I know this one is wild. I can’t believe I’m going to be Mrs. Eastfall. It’s still so surreal.
She picks up a magazine and shows Wesley one of the bridesmaid dresses.
Wesley: Who’s going to wear that? Not Corlis’ big ass I know!
Tasha: You had better get off of my friend!
She playfully nudges him.
Wesley: Get off your friend? She had better get off that Mickey D’s!
Tasha: Shut up boy!
There’s a knock at the door. Then the doorbell begins to ring.
Tasha: Who do you think that is? Are you expecting anyone?
Wesley: No, I’m not…let me see who it is. Probably a Jehovah’s Witness.
Wesley opens the door and sees Gabrielle standing there with a sharply dressed white woman holding a leather portfolio.
Wesley: Hey Gabby! “Harpo, who dis woo-mun?”
He laughs.
Wesley: I’m sorry, just joking. Why don’t you ladies come on in?
Gabrielle and her associate walk-in the apartment.
Wesley: Color Purple.
Gabrielle: Excuse me?
Wesley: Oh, uh, “Harpo, who dis woo-mun?” that’s from the Color…never mind.
She looks at him puzzled.
Wesley: Don’t front, you know you’ve seen it! I’m sorry Ms. I didn’t catch your name.
Cadence: That’s probably because I didn’t throw it. You must be the groom. I’m Cadence Valor of Valor Events. I’ll be planning your wedding.
Wesley: Uh, baby, could you come here for a moment?
Tasha walks into the foyer and sees Gabrielle. She feels anxious and frustrated that she is at their home. She feigns joy to see her.
Tasha: Hey Soror! How are you?
She turns to Cadence and extends her hand.
Tasha: Hi I’m Tasha McAllister and your name?
Cadence: I’m Cadence Valor of Valor Events. I’ll be planning your wedding.
Tasha: Pleased to meet you.
They shake hands.
Cadence: Yes, charmed.
Tasha: Wait, did I just hear you say that you’ll be planning my wedding?
She turns and looks at Wesley. He looks at Gabrielle.
Gabrielle: Well, mother and I thought it would be a lovely PR opportunity for us to showcase our newest and brightest artist. Of course we couldn’t have him getting married in some understated ceremony and reception. They’ll be photographers and reporters there and we need a first class event. Even though we’re Silver Records we only deal in Platinum.
Tasha: Uh, that is most definitely a spectacular idea!
Gabrielle: You think so?
Wesley: Baby, you think so for real?
Tasha: Yes, I really do. I think it’s a spectacular idea for someone else. Let me explain something to you Gabby. This is OUR wedding. The only people we are concerned about are GOD, Tasha and Wesley. I could care less about what you and your mother think. In fact, why don’t you and Ms. Valor remove yourself from my presence! I’m going to need you to do that no later than NOW!
She walks over and opens the door.
Gabrielle: Okay so, what you’re saying is, you’re passing up a free wedding planner and the opportunity to have a spectacular event?
Wesley: What she said is that she didn’t want Silver’s involvement in our wedding! You’re crossing the line Gabrielle. Seriously.
Cadence: I need to take a call Gabrielle, I’ll be in the car.
Tasha: Yeah, you do that! Gabrielle, please don’t let the door knob hit you on the way out.
Gabrielle: Wesley, was I crossing the line with your record contract or your unmerited 50k signing bonus?
Tasha: Bitch! You are not going to stand in this house and disrespect us. Who do you think you are? I know who you are and you’re not this high powered executive you’re pretending to be. Why don’t you crawl back underneath your father’s money where your mama is hiding!
Wesley: Tasha! Go in the back, I’ll handle this.
Tasha: No, I’m standing right here, this chick has lost her damn mind!
He looks at Tasha with a stern face.
Wesley: Tasha, I said I’d handle it. Go in the back.
He watches her walk away and disappear into the den. Tasha slams the door behind her.
Wesley: Gabby, what is all this? You have got to chill.
Gabrielle: I am chilling Wesley. I just want the best for you. Can’t I take care of you?
Wesley: No, don’t take care of me. We’re not on that level and you know it. I’m not joking. I love that girl and you are not going to hurt her and mess this up.
Gabrielle puts her well manicured index finger over Wesley’s lips and says…
Gabrielle: I can’t do anything you won’t allow me to do.
She stands on her tip toes and kisses him. He pushes her over the threshold of the door and slams it in her face.
Tasha walks out of the den.
Tasha: Can you believe that bitch? Wesley is that lipstick on your lips?
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Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I'm Going to Handle My Business
We begin this episode at Ashlyn’s loft.
Buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz.
Ashlyn presses the button to speak.
Ashlyn: Adrienne is that you?
Adrienne: Yeah, it’s me. Would you buzz me in please? It’s some shady characters lurking out here.
Ashlyn buzzes her cousin in and unlocks the front door. She hears the “ding” of the elevator and walks back to her couch to have a seat.
Adrienne opens the door and says…
Adrienne: Hey girl! How you doin’?
Ashlyn: I’m good. Lock the door for me. Wouldn’t want any of those shady characters to get in.
She laughs.
Adrienne: Whatever! I’m not used to vagrants skulking about my property.
Ashlyn: Skulking? Girl you are too much! So, what’s the tea? Give me the juice.
Adrienne: Well, you’ll never guess who I had lunch with today.
Ashlyn: First of all, what does this have to do with Dennis?
Adrienne: It has everything to do with him. Remember I told you on the phone that his name is actually Patrick Crixus.
Ashlyn: So, that’s why I haven’t been able to find his triflin’ ass!
Adrienne: Exactly. So, you never guessed who I had lunch with.
Ashlyn: Girl, I don’t know!
Adrienne: C’mon Ashlyn for real!
Ashlyn: Usher Raymond…hell! I said I didn’t know!
Adrienne: Valencia.
Ashlyn: Valencia? From my shop? How do you two know each other?
Adrienne: Well, I’m girls with Tasha.
Ashlyn: Uh huh…
Adrienne: Tasha invited me to lunch to tell me that she was getting married and it turns out that her girls Corlis and Valencia were there too. We’re all going to be in the wedding.
Ashlyn: I still don’t see what this has to do with Den…I mean Patrick.
Adrienne: Well, apparently Little Miss Valencia is pregnant.
Ashlyn: Okay, that’s no biggie. Her man Drexel is fine as all out doors! I’m surprised she didn’t get pregnant sooner. She’d better not think that I’m going to ease up on my expectations at the shop. Humph! Damn that! Was she talking about me behind my back?
Adrienne: Will you just calm down? I’m trying to tell you that she is pregnant by PATRICK!
Ashlyn logs on to her laptop and Googles Patrick Crixus. The search returns the website of Carlson, Cape and Crixus. Ashlyn goes on the website and reads the partner profile section. She reads Patrick’s profile then copies and pastes the address of the company into an e-mail.
Adrienne: What are you doing? Did you hear me?
Ashlyn: Oh, I heard you. I’m getting ready to call Valencia in the car.
Adrienne: In the car?
Ashlyn: Yeah, I’ve got the address to his company. I’m going to handle my business.
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Buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz.
Ashlyn presses the button to speak.
Ashlyn: Adrienne is that you?
Adrienne: Yeah, it’s me. Would you buzz me in please? It’s some shady characters lurking out here.
Ashlyn buzzes her cousin in and unlocks the front door. She hears the “ding” of the elevator and walks back to her couch to have a seat.
Adrienne opens the door and says…
Adrienne: Hey girl! How you doin’?
Ashlyn: I’m good. Lock the door for me. Wouldn’t want any of those shady characters to get in.
She laughs.
Adrienne: Whatever! I’m not used to vagrants skulking about my property.
Ashlyn: Skulking? Girl you are too much! So, what’s the tea? Give me the juice.
Adrienne: Well, you’ll never guess who I had lunch with today.
Ashlyn: First of all, what does this have to do with Dennis?
Adrienne: It has everything to do with him. Remember I told you on the phone that his name is actually Patrick Crixus.
Ashlyn: So, that’s why I haven’t been able to find his triflin’ ass!
Adrienne: Exactly. So, you never guessed who I had lunch with.
Ashlyn: Girl, I don’t know!
Adrienne: C’mon Ashlyn for real!
Ashlyn: Usher Raymond…hell! I said I didn’t know!
Adrienne: Valencia.
Ashlyn: Valencia? From my shop? How do you two know each other?
Adrienne: Well, I’m girls with Tasha.
Ashlyn: Uh huh…
Adrienne: Tasha invited me to lunch to tell me that she was getting married and it turns out that her girls Corlis and Valencia were there too. We’re all going to be in the wedding.
Ashlyn: I still don’t see what this has to do with Den…I mean Patrick.
Adrienne: Well, apparently Little Miss Valencia is pregnant.
Ashlyn: Okay, that’s no biggie. Her man Drexel is fine as all out doors! I’m surprised she didn’t get pregnant sooner. She’d better not think that I’m going to ease up on my expectations at the shop. Humph! Damn that! Was she talking about me behind my back?
Adrienne: Will you just calm down? I’m trying to tell you that she is pregnant by PATRICK!
Ashlyn logs on to her laptop and Googles Patrick Crixus. The search returns the website of Carlson, Cape and Crixus. Ashlyn goes on the website and reads the partner profile section. She reads Patrick’s profile then copies and pastes the address of the company into an e-mail.
Adrienne: What are you doing? Did you hear me?
Ashlyn: Oh, I heard you. I’m getting ready to call Valencia in the car.
Adrienne: In the car?
Ashlyn: Yeah, I’ve got the address to his company. I’m going to handle my business.
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Thursday, May 20, 2010
Are You and Your Husband Certified Crazy?
We resume the phone conversation between Marlon and Ashlyn…
Ashlyn: Marlon, I can’t move on knowing how he did me and you! I don’t think I could ever see past it. I care for you but, this is all so strange. I feel like I'm on Candid Camera like this was all staged or something.
Marlon: (He lets out a deep sigh) Ash...I need to tell you something.
She sighs heavily and her heart beat increases.
Ashlyn: Okay…
Marlon: I know about your rich parents and your trust fund.
Ashlyn: What? Have you been investigating me? What the hell is going on here?
Marlon: I’m so sorry Ash. When you said that you felt like this was all staged, I couldn’t bear to go on with deceiving you.
Ashlyn: So, what are you saying Marlon? Spit that shit out!
He takes a deep breath.
Marlon: What I am trying to say is, I love you and I’m sorry.
She realizes that she is talking so loud that everyone in Coiffed can hear all of her business. She walks through the Salon and exits out of the back door. She walks to her car and sits in it to finish her conversation.
Ashlyn: Look Marlon…you need to tell me what is going on! Are you in cahoots with Dennis? Is that what you’re trying to say? Are you telling me that he was trying to get my money?
Marlon: Do you know a Gabby?
********************
We rejoin Aletha and Greg at their home…
Aletha: You know Greg; I don’t have an issue with you having a get together for your birthday. But, God damn it…I come home early to surprise you and some little dude outside tells me that you’re in that damned music room hugged up with some teeny bopper co-ed! This is too much! I am your WIFE and you WILL RESPECT ME! Everybody get the fuck out!
Gregory: ‘Letha baby.
Aletha: Don’t ‘Letha me! What was the agreement huh? Didn't we make a deal?
Peyton: Excuse me.
Aletha: Yes, excuse you! I thought I said for all of you to leave my house!
Peyton: Greg -- excuse me, Professor Hill. Do not ever as long as you breathe air, call or speak to me again!
Peyton turns to walk away. Before she could get far, Aletha grabs her arm and turns her around.
Gregory: Aletha what are you doing? Let go of her arm!
Peyton: IF YOU DON'T LET GO OF MY ARM!
Aletha lets go of Peyton’s arm.
Aletha: Shut up Gregory, shut up! So, this is the chick huh?
Peyton: The chick? Listen, uh Aletha is it? I was under the impression that Professor Hill was single. I am not in the habit of dealing with things or men that belong to other women.
Gregory: Peyton, it’s not what you think. We…
Aletha: What he is trying to say is that we have an open marriage. The only rule, WHICH HE VIOLATED, is we have to tell each other who we are sleeping with.
Peyton: Oh, we didn’t sleep together.
Aletha: You didn’t have sex with him tonight but, you would have sometime soon my dear. I must admit, I can understand why he would want you…you are pretty.
Gregory throws his hands in the air and plops down on the couch muttering to himself.
Peyton: Okay, this is getting a little weird, I think I’d better go.
Peyton starts to walk out of the house towards her car. Aletha immediately follows behind her. Gregory stays on the couch lamenting over his ruined birthday party.
Peyton turns around to see Aletha following her.
Peyton: I don’t need an escort, I can see my way out.
Aletha: I know you must think me a fool to be in an open marriage.
Peyton: Trust me when I say I could care less what the two of you do. My life is normally, well…normall. I’d like to keep it that way.
Aletha: Listen, I understand that all of this is peculiar.
Peyton: Damn right it is!
Aletha: May I call you sometime?
Peyton: You want to call me? For what?
Aletha: Well, I’d like to take you out for a drink, minus the drama.
Peyton: Are you and your husband certified crazy?
Aletha: No, but, we both know a sexy woman when we see one...
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Ashlyn: Marlon, I can’t move on knowing how he did me and you! I don’t think I could ever see past it. I care for you but, this is all so strange. I feel like I'm on Candid Camera like this was all staged or something.
Marlon: (He lets out a deep sigh) Ash...I need to tell you something.
She sighs heavily and her heart beat increases.
Ashlyn: Okay…
Marlon: I know about your rich parents and your trust fund.
Ashlyn: What? Have you been investigating me? What the hell is going on here?
Marlon: I’m so sorry Ash. When you said that you felt like this was all staged, I couldn’t bear to go on with deceiving you.
Ashlyn: So, what are you saying Marlon? Spit that shit out!
He takes a deep breath.
Marlon: What I am trying to say is, I love you and I’m sorry.
She realizes that she is talking so loud that everyone in Coiffed can hear all of her business. She walks through the Salon and exits out of the back door. She walks to her car and sits in it to finish her conversation.
Ashlyn: Look Marlon…you need to tell me what is going on! Are you in cahoots with Dennis? Is that what you’re trying to say? Are you telling me that he was trying to get my money?
Marlon: Do you know a Gabby?
********************
We rejoin Aletha and Greg at their home…
Aletha: You know Greg; I don’t have an issue with you having a get together for your birthday. But, God damn it…I come home early to surprise you and some little dude outside tells me that you’re in that damned music room hugged up with some teeny bopper co-ed! This is too much! I am your WIFE and you WILL RESPECT ME! Everybody get the fuck out!
Gregory: ‘Letha baby.
Aletha: Don’t ‘Letha me! What was the agreement huh? Didn't we make a deal?
Peyton: Excuse me.
Aletha: Yes, excuse you! I thought I said for all of you to leave my house!
Peyton: Greg -- excuse me, Professor Hill. Do not ever as long as you breathe air, call or speak to me again!
Peyton turns to walk away. Before she could get far, Aletha grabs her arm and turns her around.
Gregory: Aletha what are you doing? Let go of her arm!
Peyton: IF YOU DON'T LET GO OF MY ARM!
Aletha lets go of Peyton’s arm.
Aletha: Shut up Gregory, shut up! So, this is the chick huh?
Peyton: The chick? Listen, uh Aletha is it? I was under the impression that Professor Hill was single. I am not in the habit of dealing with things or men that belong to other women.
Gregory: Peyton, it’s not what you think. We…
Aletha: What he is trying to say is that we have an open marriage. The only rule, WHICH HE VIOLATED, is we have to tell each other who we are sleeping with.
Peyton: Oh, we didn’t sleep together.
Aletha: You didn’t have sex with him tonight but, you would have sometime soon my dear. I must admit, I can understand why he would want you…you are pretty.
Gregory throws his hands in the air and plops down on the couch muttering to himself.
Peyton: Okay, this is getting a little weird, I think I’d better go.
Peyton starts to walk out of the house towards her car. Aletha immediately follows behind her. Gregory stays on the couch lamenting over his ruined birthday party.
Peyton turns around to see Aletha following her.
Peyton: I don’t need an escort, I can see my way out.
Aletha: I know you must think me a fool to be in an open marriage.
Peyton: Trust me when I say I could care less what the two of you do. My life is normally, well…normall. I’d like to keep it that way.
Aletha: Listen, I understand that all of this is peculiar.
Peyton: Damn right it is!
Aletha: May I call you sometime?
Peyton: You want to call me? For what?
Aletha: Well, I’d like to take you out for a drink, minus the drama.
Peyton: Are you and your husband certified crazy?
Aletha: No, but, we both know a sexy woman when we see one...
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Oh GOD!
We resume this episdoe with Tasha, Corlis, Adrienne and Valencia at the 7th Street Sushi Bar...
Valencia: It’s just all messed up. I can’t have this baby. He is gay! And me being pregnant isn’t the worst part. The worst part is I think he used to be married to Ashlyn.
Adrienne: Your boss?
Corlis: What? How do you know that?
Valencia: When we were together last he told me all this stuff. He said that they met in Vegas and got married on a whim.
Tasha: (Gasping) Oh, my God!
Corlis: Okay, so why did they break up?
Valencia: He told me that he knew he was in it for the wrong reasons and he didn’t want to break her heart so, one day he just left.
Adrienne: I know it’s none of my business but, don’t you think you should tell your boss?
Corlis: Tell her boss? Girl, have you bumped your head twice on a stupid stick? She can’t do that! She needs that job.
Adrienne: Uh, Corlis, I’m sure that you are assuming that because we don’t know each other very well that you can speak to me any kind of way you want. However, that is not the case. Please make sure you change your tone the next time you speak to me.
Corlis: My bad, I’m just saying that your idea was stupid as hell. And since you don’t know us like that and we damn sure don’t know you…why don’t you excuse yourself?
Adrienne grabs her purse and starts to scoot out of the booth. Tasha won’t move and let Adrienne out. Adrienne gives Tasha a frustrated look and puts her purse down.
Valencia: Corlis you can be such an asshole! I’m sorry Adrienne. I see your point of view I just don’t want to loose my job at Coiffed. I worked really hard to get there.
Tasha: So, Valencia, did he leave her a note or anything?
Valencia: I don’t think so. I think he just left her…high and dry.
She starts to stare off into space and everyone is quiet.
Corlis: Does he know that you’re pregnant? Better yet, why did you have unprotected sex with him in the first place?
Valencia: No, I’m going to call him after I leave here. I know it was dumb to not use protection but, we were so caught up in the moment. I didn’t think to ask him. Oh God!
Adrienne: You should get yourself checked out too.
Tasha: Adrienne is right. I think you need to go to see a doctor for you and the baby. Call Patrick and tell him and then you need to call Drexel and tell him too.
Valencia starts to cry again.
Valencia: Oh, Drexel! I don’t want to loose him!
Corlis: Now, that’s where you’re wrong. Don’t tell Drexel it’s someone else’s baby! Just tell him that your birth control failed and that you’re pregnant.
Adrienne: Excuse me ladies I have to take this.
Tasha scoots out of the booth and let’s her out. Adrienne walks outside of the restaurant.
Adrienne: Hello. Oh, hey Ashlyn! It’s so good to hear from you!
Ashlyn: I got your text. What’s so urgent?
Adrienne: I know where Dennis is. Only, his name is not Dennis it’s Patrick Crixus. I’ll explain when I see you at the house tonight.
Ashlyn: What? Explain now.
Adrienne: I can’t. See you tonight. Bye.
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Valencia: It’s just all messed up. I can’t have this baby. He is gay! And me being pregnant isn’t the worst part. The worst part is I think he used to be married to Ashlyn.
Adrienne: Your boss?
Corlis: What? How do you know that?
Valencia: When we were together last he told me all this stuff. He said that they met in Vegas and got married on a whim.
Tasha: (Gasping) Oh, my God!
Corlis: Okay, so why did they break up?
Valencia: He told me that he knew he was in it for the wrong reasons and he didn’t want to break her heart so, one day he just left.
Adrienne: I know it’s none of my business but, don’t you think you should tell your boss?
Corlis: Tell her boss? Girl, have you bumped your head twice on a stupid stick? She can’t do that! She needs that job.
Adrienne: Uh, Corlis, I’m sure that you are assuming that because we don’t know each other very well that you can speak to me any kind of way you want. However, that is not the case. Please make sure you change your tone the next time you speak to me.
Corlis: My bad, I’m just saying that your idea was stupid as hell. And since you don’t know us like that and we damn sure don’t know you…why don’t you excuse yourself?
Adrienne grabs her purse and starts to scoot out of the booth. Tasha won’t move and let Adrienne out. Adrienne gives Tasha a frustrated look and puts her purse down.
Valencia: Corlis you can be such an asshole! I’m sorry Adrienne. I see your point of view I just don’t want to loose my job at Coiffed. I worked really hard to get there.
Tasha: So, Valencia, did he leave her a note or anything?
Valencia: I don’t think so. I think he just left her…high and dry.
She starts to stare off into space and everyone is quiet.
Corlis: Does he know that you’re pregnant? Better yet, why did you have unprotected sex with him in the first place?
Valencia: No, I’m going to call him after I leave here. I know it was dumb to not use protection but, we were so caught up in the moment. I didn’t think to ask him. Oh God!
Adrienne: You should get yourself checked out too.
Tasha: Adrienne is right. I think you need to go to see a doctor for you and the baby. Call Patrick and tell him and then you need to call Drexel and tell him too.
Valencia starts to cry again.
Valencia: Oh, Drexel! I don’t want to loose him!
Corlis: Now, that’s where you’re wrong. Don’t tell Drexel it’s someone else’s baby! Just tell him that your birth control failed and that you’re pregnant.
Adrienne: Excuse me ladies I have to take this.
Tasha scoots out of the booth and let’s her out. Adrienne walks outside of the restaurant.
Adrienne: Hello. Oh, hey Ashlyn! It’s so good to hear from you!
Ashlyn: I got your text. What’s so urgent?
Adrienne: I know where Dennis is. Only, his name is not Dennis it’s Patrick Crixus. I’ll explain when I see you at the house tonight.
Ashlyn: What? Explain now.
Adrienne: I can’t. See you tonight. Bye.
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Thursday, May 13, 2010
TEN McDonald's
7 months ago in Las Vegas…
Patrick (Dennis): So, Ms. Ashlyn why are you here in my room?
Ashlyn: I guess I’m really feeling you and the liquor a little too much. Why did you invite me to your room?
Patrick (Dennis): I’m so intrigued by you and I wanted to get to know you a little better.
Patrick begins massaging Ashlyn’s shoulders.
Ashlyn: Mmmm that feels great.
Patrick (Dennis): I aim to please. So, tell me about your life. Where are you from? What do you do?
Ashlyn: You’re not some psycho killer are you?
Patrick (Dennis): If I was, you’d be dead already! Look at you asking questions now. After you’re all up in my room on my bed! (He laughs)
He fills her glass with more wine.
Ashlyn: Well, I’m originally from Savannah but, my parents decided to move my freshman year of high school. My parents own 10 McDonald’s franchises and they decided to base their corporate office out of this town called Cravencrest.
Patrick (Dennis): Damn! TEN McDonald’s?
He looks her up and down…
Patrick (Dennis): You obviously don’t eat the food!
Ashlyn: Believe it or not, my parents sold it…but, we didn’t eat it. So…where was I? Oh! I went to Bontemps University on a Track and Field scholarship. I graduated with a degree in Business. Then, I went to New York to get my Cosmetology license from the Paul Mitchell cosmetology school. When I graduated from there, my parents gave me Coiffed as a present.
Patrick (Dennis): Coiffed?
Ashlyn: My bad. Coiffed is the name of my salon. It’s a chic, upscale salon located in the Mitchell District which is the “happening” area of town…you could say.
She stands up and stumbles a little. She stretches and falls back on to the bed.
Patrick (Dennis): You alright girl? No more wine for you!
He takes her glass. She takes it back.
Ashlyn: So, what about you? What’s your story?
Patrick (Dennis): Oh, no…I’m not done learning about you yet.
Ashlyn: Well, what else do you want to know?
Patrick (Dennis): So, you own a salon, your parents are ballin’, you’ve got two degrees and what else?
Ashlyn: There’s nothing else.
Patrick (Dennis): Nothing huh? Okay, do you have a man? Kids? Hobbies?
Ashlyn: No, I don’t have a man. Most of the brothas I’ve gotten with have been trifling, ignorant fools. So, I’m single and happy. I don’t have any kids but, in two or three years I want some…man or not. Let’s see…hobbies? Well, I’m a proud soror of Gamma Phi Delta Sorority, Inc. I'm really active in my chapter.
Patrick (Dennis): Man or not? Oh, so you’re one of those “do it yourself-ers” huh? Alright, alright…I see you. Gamma Phi Delta? I’ve never heard of that. You’re in a made up sorority? I’m a Nupe baby…Yo-Yo!
Ashlyn: Made up? Negro you had better come correct! Don’t have me reciting my history up in here? Ya’ damned Kappa! And so what if I want to have a family on my own. Black women have been doing it for forever. Time and Ashlyn -- waits for no one!
He stands up and gives her a shimmy while twirling one of the bamboo sticks from the floral arrangement.
Ashlyn smiles as she watches his muscles move under his clothes. She finds herself staring with her mouth wide open. She closes her mouth and stands up next to him.
Ashlyn: G-A-M-M-A P-H-I D-E-L-T-A ‘Till the day that I die G-PHI!
He starts tickling her. They both fall to the floor.
Patrick (Dennis): Oh, so, y’all got little chants and stuff huh? That’s so cute. Your little made up sorority…
She’s tipsy so, she gets very upset and yells…
Ashlyn: I became apart of that sorority because they cater to people like me. They accept women with 2 and 4 year degrees, it’s a business and professional sorority and it’s great in the community. DON’T DISRESPECT MY ORG!
Patrick (Dennis): That drink has got you feeling bold huh? Okay, okay…I’m sorry.
He kisses her cheek. She folds her arms and rolls her eyes.
Patrick (Dennis): You still interested in learning about my life or what?
Ashlyn: Oh, you mean other than the fact that you’re a ignorant ass Kappa?
Patrick (Dennis): Yes beautiful…other than that.
Ashlyn: I guess. (Trying to hide her smile)
Patrick (Dennis): Well, I’m from Birmingham, AL. I am an only child. My mother was a Bible thumping sister on Sunday and a back slider Monday thru Saturday! I went to UAB and got my engineering degree. Right now I’m freelancing but, I want to own my own firm. I’m recently estranged from my lover and I have a new lease on life. I love riding my chopper and I just take life as it comes. That’s really me in a nutshell.
Ashlyn: So, do you normally pick up women in casinos?
Patrick (Dennis): Do you normally go on “girls only” trips only to end up with a dude?
Ashlyn: Touché.
She glances at the clock…
Ashlyn: Dang, it’s 6am! I guess I’d better go.
She leans over and kisses him deeply.
Patrick (Dennis): You sure? Let’s order some room service and eat breakfast.
Ashlyn: No, my girls are going to be worried.
Patrick (Dennis): Come on girl…text them and let them know you’re okay. Stay with me.
Ashlyn: Wellllll…..I don’t know.
Patrick: What’s the problem? You gonna be charged for late checkout or something? I’ll pay it.
Ashlyn: Boy please! Money is not a thing to me! I told you my parents set me up right and I am good! I don't know why men always want to jump to the rescue. Did I ask you to rescue me? I'm sitting lovely over here!
Patrick (Dennis): Girl didn’t no body challenge your networth! What are you a trust fund baby?
Ashlyn: That’s right! A cool mil. And that’s on top of the life insurance and inheritance from my parents. I’m not bragging…I’m just saying.
Patrick (Dennis): Uh huh…so about that room service.
She wants to argue some more but, realizes it would be in vain.
Ashlyn: Let’s do it. Why not?
Patrick (Dennis): Marry me.
Ashlyn: What?
Patrick (Dennis): Marry me. Let’s be together like this always.
Ashlyn: Marry you? I don’t even know your full name.
Patrick (Dennis): It’s Dennis Davis.
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Patrick (Dennis): So, Ms. Ashlyn why are you here in my room?
Ashlyn: I guess I’m really feeling you and the liquor a little too much. Why did you invite me to your room?
Patrick (Dennis): I’m so intrigued by you and I wanted to get to know you a little better.
Patrick begins massaging Ashlyn’s shoulders.
Ashlyn: Mmmm that feels great.
Patrick (Dennis): I aim to please. So, tell me about your life. Where are you from? What do you do?
Ashlyn: You’re not some psycho killer are you?
Patrick (Dennis): If I was, you’d be dead already! Look at you asking questions now. After you’re all up in my room on my bed! (He laughs)
He fills her glass with more wine.
Ashlyn: Well, I’m originally from Savannah but, my parents decided to move my freshman year of high school. My parents own 10 McDonald’s franchises and they decided to base their corporate office out of this town called Cravencrest.
Patrick (Dennis): Damn! TEN McDonald’s?
He looks her up and down…
Patrick (Dennis): You obviously don’t eat the food!
Ashlyn: Believe it or not, my parents sold it…but, we didn’t eat it. So…where was I? Oh! I went to Bontemps University on a Track and Field scholarship. I graduated with a degree in Business. Then, I went to New York to get my Cosmetology license from the Paul Mitchell cosmetology school. When I graduated from there, my parents gave me Coiffed as a present.
Patrick (Dennis): Coiffed?
Ashlyn: My bad. Coiffed is the name of my salon. It’s a chic, upscale salon located in the Mitchell District which is the “happening” area of town…you could say.
She stands up and stumbles a little. She stretches and falls back on to the bed.
Patrick (Dennis): You alright girl? No more wine for you!
He takes her glass. She takes it back.
Ashlyn: So, what about you? What’s your story?
Patrick (Dennis): Oh, no…I’m not done learning about you yet.
Ashlyn: Well, what else do you want to know?
Patrick (Dennis): So, you own a salon, your parents are ballin’, you’ve got two degrees and what else?
Ashlyn: There’s nothing else.
Patrick (Dennis): Nothing huh? Okay, do you have a man? Kids? Hobbies?
Ashlyn: No, I don’t have a man. Most of the brothas I’ve gotten with have been trifling, ignorant fools. So, I’m single and happy. I don’t have any kids but, in two or three years I want some…man or not. Let’s see…hobbies? Well, I’m a proud soror of Gamma Phi Delta Sorority, Inc. I'm really active in my chapter.
Patrick (Dennis): Man or not? Oh, so you’re one of those “do it yourself-ers” huh? Alright, alright…I see you. Gamma Phi Delta? I’ve never heard of that. You’re in a made up sorority? I’m a Nupe baby…Yo-Yo!
Ashlyn: Made up? Negro you had better come correct! Don’t have me reciting my history up in here? Ya’ damned Kappa! And so what if I want to have a family on my own. Black women have been doing it for forever. Time and Ashlyn -- waits for no one!
He stands up and gives her a shimmy while twirling one of the bamboo sticks from the floral arrangement.
Ashlyn smiles as she watches his muscles move under his clothes. She finds herself staring with her mouth wide open. She closes her mouth and stands up next to him.
Ashlyn: G-A-M-M-A P-H-I D-E-L-T-A ‘Till the day that I die G-PHI!
He starts tickling her. They both fall to the floor.
Patrick (Dennis): Oh, so, y’all got little chants and stuff huh? That’s so cute. Your little made up sorority…
She’s tipsy so, she gets very upset and yells…
Ashlyn: I became apart of that sorority because they cater to people like me. They accept women with 2 and 4 year degrees, it’s a business and professional sorority and it’s great in the community. DON’T DISRESPECT MY ORG!
Patrick (Dennis): That drink has got you feeling bold huh? Okay, okay…I’m sorry.
He kisses her cheek. She folds her arms and rolls her eyes.
Patrick (Dennis): You still interested in learning about my life or what?
Ashlyn: Oh, you mean other than the fact that you’re a ignorant ass Kappa?
Patrick (Dennis): Yes beautiful…other than that.
Ashlyn: I guess. (Trying to hide her smile)
Patrick (Dennis): Well, I’m from Birmingham, AL. I am an only child. My mother was a Bible thumping sister on Sunday and a back slider Monday thru Saturday! I went to UAB and got my engineering degree. Right now I’m freelancing but, I want to own my own firm. I’m recently estranged from my lover and I have a new lease on life. I love riding my chopper and I just take life as it comes. That’s really me in a nutshell.
Ashlyn: So, do you normally pick up women in casinos?
Patrick (Dennis): Do you normally go on “girls only” trips only to end up with a dude?
Ashlyn: Touché.
She glances at the clock…
Ashlyn: Dang, it’s 6am! I guess I’d better go.
She leans over and kisses him deeply.
Patrick (Dennis): You sure? Let’s order some room service and eat breakfast.
Ashlyn: No, my girls are going to be worried.
Patrick (Dennis): Come on girl…text them and let them know you’re okay. Stay with me.
Ashlyn: Wellllll…..I don’t know.
Patrick: What’s the problem? You gonna be charged for late checkout or something? I’ll pay it.
Ashlyn: Boy please! Money is not a thing to me! I told you my parents set me up right and I am good! I don't know why men always want to jump to the rescue. Did I ask you to rescue me? I'm sitting lovely over here!
Patrick (Dennis): Girl didn’t no body challenge your networth! What are you a trust fund baby?
Ashlyn: That’s right! A cool mil. And that’s on top of the life insurance and inheritance from my parents. I’m not bragging…I’m just saying.
Patrick (Dennis): Uh huh…so about that room service.
She wants to argue some more but, realizes it would be in vain.
Ashlyn: Let’s do it. Why not?
Patrick (Dennis): Marry me.
Ashlyn: What?
Patrick (Dennis): Marry me. Let’s be together like this always.
Ashlyn: Marry you? I don’t even know your full name.
Patrick (Dennis): It’s Dennis Davis.
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Shut The Front Door!
We begin this episode at the 7th Street Sushi Bar. Tasha, Corlis, Valencia and Adrienne are having a girl’s night out.
Valencia: Waiter, excuse me, may I have some more sake please?
Corlis: I don’t see how you drink that stuff. It’s so strong! I can smell it all the way over here.
Valencia: Well I like it…hell.
Tasha: Y’all please act like you have some sense. My girl Adrienne will be here in a minute and I don’t want you to make her feel like an outcast.
Corlis: Why do you always have to give folks a lecture? We are extra grown now. You kill me with that. (She smiles)
Valencia: That’s alright Tasha…preach on, preach on! We’ll be nice. Well, let me speak for myself.
Corlis: Yeah, speak for yourself humph! Just kidding…I’ll be nice, I promise.
Adrienne walks in the restaurant. Tasha sees her and flags her over to their table. Adrienne smiles and walks to the back of the restaurant.
Adrienne: Hey Tasha! (Hugs her from the side) Hey how y’all doing? I’m Adrienne; it’s nice to meet you.
Valencia: Hey I’m Valencia, you can call me Val.
Adrienne: Hey Val. (She smiles)
Corlis: Don’t nobody call your ass Val….VALENCIA!
Tasha: Adrienne, this grumpy old soul is Corlis.
Corlis: Ya mama!
Adrienne: Uh, hey. (She opens a menu) So, ladies are the California rolls good?
Tasha: California rolls? I don’t know….my favorite here is the crunchy tuna roll.
Adrienne: Oh, that does sound good.
Tasha: So, listen ladies, I called this “ladies night out” meeting to celebrate a milestone in my life.
Tasha reaches into her pocket and slips on her engagement ring. She holds up her hand in front of her face. Everyone gasps as they look at her ring. She smiles a big smile and looks at her hand.
Tasha: Can you believe it? Wes proposed last week. Keeping it a secret has been killing me; I wanted to tell you all so bad!
Corlis: So, when is the date? I know I’m the maid of honor right?
Adrienne: What are the colors?
Valencia: Uh, um, excuse me girls. I’ll be right back.
Tasha: You alright? You look sick.
Valencia: Oh, I’m fine, I’ve just been feeling a little queasy all day. I just need to go to the ladies room. Be right back.
She scoots out of the booth and walks away.
Corlis: I told her ass that damn sake was too much!
Tasha: She said all day…not just now. Leave her alone Corlis damn!
Corlis: Well, it’s probably all those fumes from working at that shop. I mean, how many perms can you do without becoming sick?
Adrienne: I know I don’t know her very well, but…is she pregnant? That’s exactly how I was when I had my son, Caleb.
Tasha: You think she might be? Damn.
Corlis: Anything is possible. She’s been with Drexel a long time. She did tell me that they don’t use condoms. Talkin’ bout he just pulls out. Humph! I told her dumb ass…now she pregnant. Lawd Jesus!
Adrienne: Well, I don’t know if she is, I was just….
Tasha: Corlis will you shut up? She’s going to hear you telling all her business!
Valencia comes from around the corner and stands behind Tasha.
Valencia: What business?
Corlis: The fact that you and Drexel don’t use condoms and you actin’ all pregnant.
Valencia: You are so ignorant Corlis. ANYWAY (Rolling her eyes at Corlis) Tasha finish telling us about the wedding.
Tasha: Well, we know that we want to get married in the summer. So, it’ll probably be next summer in May or June. The colors are going to be cream, fuchsia and burnt orange. I’m going to have three bridesmaids and they’re all sitting here at this table! I’m going to have two maids of honor CORLIS! I want y’all to each wear a different style of dress. This is going to be hot! The groomsmen will wear suits and not tuxes and…
Valencia starts to cry. She is trying to wipe the tears before anyone pays attention. Tasha looks at her and touches her hand.
Tasha: Valencia, what’s wrong boo? Please tell us what’s going on with you! You’re scaring me.
Valencia: (She starts sniffling) Okay, you were right, I am pregnant.
Corlis: Then why the hell are you drinking girl? (Snatching the sake from Valencia’s hand) Have mercy Jesus!
Valencia: Do you want to chastise me or do you want to know what’s going on?
Corlis: I’m sorry…go ahead. (She drinks the sake)
Valencia: I’m pregnant but, it’s not Drexel’s.
Corlis: Shut the front door!
Valencia: Remember that guy Patrick Crixus I told y’all about?
Tasha: The guy that owns an Engineering Firm or something? I thought you said he was gay!
Valencia: It’s just all messed up. I can’t have this baby. He is gay! And me being pregnant isn’t the worst part. The worst part is I think he used to be married to Ashlyn.
Adrienne: Your boss?
Corlis: What? How do you know that?
Valencia: When we were together last he told me all this stuff. He said…
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Valencia: Waiter, excuse me, may I have some more sake please?
Corlis: I don’t see how you drink that stuff. It’s so strong! I can smell it all the way over here.
Valencia: Well I like it…hell.
Tasha: Y’all please act like you have some sense. My girl Adrienne will be here in a minute and I don’t want you to make her feel like an outcast.
Corlis: Why do you always have to give folks a lecture? We are extra grown now. You kill me with that. (She smiles)
Valencia: That’s alright Tasha…preach on, preach on! We’ll be nice. Well, let me speak for myself.
Corlis: Yeah, speak for yourself humph! Just kidding…I’ll be nice, I promise.
Adrienne walks in the restaurant. Tasha sees her and flags her over to their table. Adrienne smiles and walks to the back of the restaurant.
Adrienne: Hey Tasha! (Hugs her from the side) Hey how y’all doing? I’m Adrienne; it’s nice to meet you.
Valencia: Hey I’m Valencia, you can call me Val.
Adrienne: Hey Val. (She smiles)
Corlis: Don’t nobody call your ass Val….VALENCIA!
Tasha: Adrienne, this grumpy old soul is Corlis.
Corlis: Ya mama!
Adrienne: Uh, hey. (She opens a menu) So, ladies are the California rolls good?
Tasha: California rolls? I don’t know….my favorite here is the crunchy tuna roll.
Adrienne: Oh, that does sound good.
Tasha: So, listen ladies, I called this “ladies night out” meeting to celebrate a milestone in my life.
Tasha reaches into her pocket and slips on her engagement ring. She holds up her hand in front of her face. Everyone gasps as they look at her ring. She smiles a big smile and looks at her hand.
Tasha: Can you believe it? Wes proposed last week. Keeping it a secret has been killing me; I wanted to tell you all so bad!
Corlis: So, when is the date? I know I’m the maid of honor right?
Adrienne: What are the colors?
Valencia: Uh, um, excuse me girls. I’ll be right back.
Tasha: You alright? You look sick.
Valencia: Oh, I’m fine, I’ve just been feeling a little queasy all day. I just need to go to the ladies room. Be right back.
She scoots out of the booth and walks away.
Corlis: I told her ass that damn sake was too much!
Tasha: She said all day…not just now. Leave her alone Corlis damn!
Corlis: Well, it’s probably all those fumes from working at that shop. I mean, how many perms can you do without becoming sick?
Adrienne: I know I don’t know her very well, but…is she pregnant? That’s exactly how I was when I had my son, Caleb.
Tasha: You think she might be? Damn.
Corlis: Anything is possible. She’s been with Drexel a long time. She did tell me that they don’t use condoms. Talkin’ bout he just pulls out. Humph! I told her dumb ass…now she pregnant. Lawd Jesus!
Adrienne: Well, I don’t know if she is, I was just….
Tasha: Corlis will you shut up? She’s going to hear you telling all her business!
Valencia comes from around the corner and stands behind Tasha.
Valencia: What business?
Corlis: The fact that you and Drexel don’t use condoms and you actin’ all pregnant.
Valencia: You are so ignorant Corlis. ANYWAY (Rolling her eyes at Corlis) Tasha finish telling us about the wedding.
Tasha: Well, we know that we want to get married in the summer. So, it’ll probably be next summer in May or June. The colors are going to be cream, fuchsia and burnt orange. I’m going to have three bridesmaids and they’re all sitting here at this table! I’m going to have two maids of honor CORLIS! I want y’all to each wear a different style of dress. This is going to be hot! The groomsmen will wear suits and not tuxes and…
Valencia starts to cry. She is trying to wipe the tears before anyone pays attention. Tasha looks at her and touches her hand.
Tasha: Valencia, what’s wrong boo? Please tell us what’s going on with you! You’re scaring me.
Valencia: (She starts sniffling) Okay, you were right, I am pregnant.
Corlis: Then why the hell are you drinking girl? (Snatching the sake from Valencia’s hand) Have mercy Jesus!
Valencia: Do you want to chastise me or do you want to know what’s going on?
Corlis: I’m sorry…go ahead. (She drinks the sake)
Valencia: I’m pregnant but, it’s not Drexel’s.
Corlis: Shut the front door!
Valencia: Remember that guy Patrick Crixus I told y’all about?
Tasha: The guy that owns an Engineering Firm or something? I thought you said he was gay!
Valencia: It’s just all messed up. I can’t have this baby. He is gay! And me being pregnant isn’t the worst part. The worst part is I think he used to be married to Ashlyn.
Adrienne: Your boss?
Corlis: What? How do you know that?
Valencia: When we were together last he told me all this stuff. He said…
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Wednesday, May 5, 2010
"Everybody get the f*ck out!"
We resume this episode at Gregory’s 28th birthday party….
Gregory: I know that you may think that a relationship between a Professor and a student is inappropriate but, I can assure you that I know the meaning of discretion. You’re 23 years old and that’s only a five year difference. I’ve been watching you since our first committee meeting in the Fall.
Peyton: Listen, Profes…I mean Gregory. I don’t even know you well enough to say that I’ll be in a relationship with you and I’m put off by how direct you are. I…
Before she can finish her sentence, Gregory grabs her and kisses her. Her body tenses at first, then, she relaxes and begins to kiss him back. They caress each other’s bodies and kiss their way to the overstuffed leather couch in the corner of the room. Gregory begins to move his hand up Peyton’s thigh. She let’s out an audible sigh as she grabs the back of his head.
Just then, Justice walks past the room. He walks back and stares in the door watching them in disbelief…
Peyton hears a hiccup and turns her head towards the door. She sees Justice, opens her eyes wide and gasps. She jumps up, pushing Gregory away. She grabs Justice’s arm and yanks him in the room while simultaneously slamming the door.
Justice is standing looking at Gregory with venom in his eyes.
Gregory: What the hell are you doing eavesdropping man?
Peyton: Gregory!
Justice: (He hiccups again) What the hell are you doing taking advantage of an innocent female student? Just wait until Monday, I’m reporting your pervert ass!
Peyton: Justice! Hold on…
Gregory: Listen boy, don’t think you’re going to come in my home and raise up on me! Don’t even imagine that you can threaten me. It’s your word against mine and…how many drinks has your hiccupping ass had tonight? As far as I’m concerned you didn’t see anything. Isn’t that right Peyton?
Justice: Peyton, what is this huh? I thought that we were feeling each other.
Gregory: Peyton, I asked you a question.
Peyton: Justice, I never said that I felt anything. You know I admire your voice and your talent but, I think you jumped to conclusions about us. And Gregory, I am not a child. Do not speak to me like one. I’m flattered by you and I would like to explore where this could go…just not while lying on my back. I let myself get carried away. Justice, I need you to keep your mouth shut about all this.
Justice: Yeah, I’ll see (he hiccups) what I can do.
He opens the door and storms out of the party slamming the door behind him.
Peyton sits on the couch with her head in her hand. She starts to collect her purse and put on her shoes when Gregory tries to hug her.
Peyton: I just said that I’m not trying to get to know you while laying on my back Gregory!
Gregory: I’m just trying to comfort you. I respect what you said and I’m sorry about my tone earlier.
Peyton: It’s fine…can we just…
They’re interrupted by a woman’s shouting voice. They adjust their clothes and go out into the living room to find a woman in the middle of the room ordering everyone to leave. She is dressed in a black mini-dress, black tights, leopard, platform BCBG pumps and large diamond studs. Her hair is pulled back and her make-up is flawless. She is very beautiful almost stunning.
Gregory: Aletha? Oh, uh, honey what are you doing here?
Peyton: Honey?
Aletha: You know Greg; I don’t have an issue with you having a get together for your birthday. But, God damn it…I come home early to surprise you and some little dude outside tells me that you’re in that damned music room hugged up with some teeny bopper co-ed! This is too much! I am your WIFE and you WILL RESPECT ME! Everybody get the fuck out!
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Gregory: I know that you may think that a relationship between a Professor and a student is inappropriate but, I can assure you that I know the meaning of discretion. You’re 23 years old and that’s only a five year difference. I’ve been watching you since our first committee meeting in the Fall.
Peyton: Listen, Profes…I mean Gregory. I don’t even know you well enough to say that I’ll be in a relationship with you and I’m put off by how direct you are. I…
Before she can finish her sentence, Gregory grabs her and kisses her. Her body tenses at first, then, she relaxes and begins to kiss him back. They caress each other’s bodies and kiss their way to the overstuffed leather couch in the corner of the room. Gregory begins to move his hand up Peyton’s thigh. She let’s out an audible sigh as she grabs the back of his head.
Just then, Justice walks past the room. He walks back and stares in the door watching them in disbelief…
Peyton hears a hiccup and turns her head towards the door. She sees Justice, opens her eyes wide and gasps. She jumps up, pushing Gregory away. She grabs Justice’s arm and yanks him in the room while simultaneously slamming the door.
Justice is standing looking at Gregory with venom in his eyes.
Gregory: What the hell are you doing eavesdropping man?
Peyton: Gregory!
Justice: (He hiccups again) What the hell are you doing taking advantage of an innocent female student? Just wait until Monday, I’m reporting your pervert ass!
Peyton: Justice! Hold on…
Gregory: Listen boy, don’t think you’re going to come in my home and raise up on me! Don’t even imagine that you can threaten me. It’s your word against mine and…how many drinks has your hiccupping ass had tonight? As far as I’m concerned you didn’t see anything. Isn’t that right Peyton?
Justice: Peyton, what is this huh? I thought that we were feeling each other.
Gregory: Peyton, I asked you a question.
Peyton: Justice, I never said that I felt anything. You know I admire your voice and your talent but, I think you jumped to conclusions about us. And Gregory, I am not a child. Do not speak to me like one. I’m flattered by you and I would like to explore where this could go…just not while lying on my back. I let myself get carried away. Justice, I need you to keep your mouth shut about all this.
Justice: Yeah, I’ll see (he hiccups) what I can do.
He opens the door and storms out of the party slamming the door behind him.
Peyton sits on the couch with her head in her hand. She starts to collect her purse and put on her shoes when Gregory tries to hug her.
Peyton: I just said that I’m not trying to get to know you while laying on my back Gregory!
Gregory: I’m just trying to comfort you. I respect what you said and I’m sorry about my tone earlier.
Peyton: It’s fine…can we just…
They’re interrupted by a woman’s shouting voice. They adjust their clothes and go out into the living room to find a woman in the middle of the room ordering everyone to leave. She is dressed in a black mini-dress, black tights, leopard, platform BCBG pumps and large diamond studs. Her hair is pulled back and her make-up is flawless. She is very beautiful almost stunning.
Gregory: Aletha? Oh, uh, honey what are you doing here?
Peyton: Honey?
Aletha: You know Greg; I don’t have an issue with you having a get together for your birthday. But, God damn it…I come home early to surprise you and some little dude outside tells me that you’re in that damned music room hugged up with some teeny bopper co-ed! This is too much! I am your WIFE and you WILL RESPECT ME! Everybody get the fuck out!
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Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Mini Episode: Dennis the Menace...
We begin this episode at Coiffed Hair Salon. Ashlyn has just called Marlon…
Ring, ring, ring….
Marlon: Hello.
Ashlyn: Hey, are you alright? I felt so bad for you the other night. That migraine must have been something serious. You looked pretty bad.
Marlon: I’m cool. Yeah, I took two imitrex and a valium.
Ashlyn: Dang! All that huh? You had better slow down on all those drugs…lawd have mercy! Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better. Marlon, may I ask you something? Hold on; hold on…I know she is not eating in here! Give me a second Marlon.
Marlon: Oh, okay.
Valencia, I have told you countless numbers of times…do not eat in this shop! Go to the back! I don’t care if there are no clients in here! Please, help me out! Better yet, help yourself out and stay employed!
Ashlyn: Hey, I’m back…sorry about that.
Marlon: That’s okay; you had to handle some business. You run a tight ship (He laughs).
Ashlyn: Damn right! I have worked too hard to create a certain image and I plan to maintain that image. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh! Please tell me where Dennis is.
Marlon: I uh, really don’t know. He came home one day and said that he couldn’t live our lifestyle anymore and that he needed his space. He said he was moving to Atlanta. It’s been seven months now and I haven’t heard from him.
Ashlyn: Marlon, you mean to tell me that you all were together for six years and he hasn’t called you in seven months? Why are you lying?
Marlon: Excuse me? I am NOT lying and I resent you saying that. Has he called you? Hell, he was YOUR damn husband!
Ashlyn: Yes, he was but, I obviously didn’t know him as well as you did! Don’t think that I’m stupid enough to think that he would contact me before he contacted you!
Marlon: Listen heffa, I already told you that I don’t know where his raggedy ass is! I am not in the habit of arguing and I don’t plan to start now!
Ashlyn: Heffa! Heffa? You know what Marlon? That was some extra gay shit to say!
Marlon: Oh? Was I extra gay when I was kissing you in all the right places? Remember you stopped me because you said you couldn’t have sex but you could do everything else? Uh, huh I never forget!
Ashlyn: (She bursts out laughing) Okay, okay…I’m sorry. I guess I did tease you huh? Wow…I was trying to remain virtuous AND get my freak on! Is that a crime? (She laughs again).
Marlon: No, it’s not a crime…I just had to remind you. Come on Ash, can’t we just focus on us. I know our pasts are somewhat connected but, do we have to get revenge? I really do love you.
Ashlyn: Marlon, I can’t move on knowing how he did me and you! I don’t think I could ever see past it. I care for you but, this is all so strange. I feel like I'm on Candid Camera like this was all staged or something.
Marlon: (He lets out a deep sigh) Ash...I need to tell you something...
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Ring, ring, ring….
Marlon: Hello.
Ashlyn: Hey, are you alright? I felt so bad for you the other night. That migraine must have been something serious. You looked pretty bad.
Marlon: I’m cool. Yeah, I took two imitrex and a valium.
Ashlyn: Dang! All that huh? You had better slow down on all those drugs…lawd have mercy! Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better. Marlon, may I ask you something? Hold on; hold on…I know she is not eating in here! Give me a second Marlon.
Marlon: Oh, okay.
Valencia, I have told you countless numbers of times…do not eat in this shop! Go to the back! I don’t care if there are no clients in here! Please, help me out! Better yet, help yourself out and stay employed!
Ashlyn: Hey, I’m back…sorry about that.
Marlon: That’s okay; you had to handle some business. You run a tight ship (He laughs).
Ashlyn: Damn right! I have worked too hard to create a certain image and I plan to maintain that image. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh! Please tell me where Dennis is.
Marlon: I uh, really don’t know. He came home one day and said that he couldn’t live our lifestyle anymore and that he needed his space. He said he was moving to Atlanta. It’s been seven months now and I haven’t heard from him.
Ashlyn: Marlon, you mean to tell me that you all were together for six years and he hasn’t called you in seven months? Why are you lying?
Marlon: Excuse me? I am NOT lying and I resent you saying that. Has he called you? Hell, he was YOUR damn husband!
Ashlyn: Yes, he was but, I obviously didn’t know him as well as you did! Don’t think that I’m stupid enough to think that he would contact me before he contacted you!
Marlon: Listen heffa, I already told you that I don’t know where his raggedy ass is! I am not in the habit of arguing and I don’t plan to start now!
Ashlyn: Heffa! Heffa? You know what Marlon? That was some extra gay shit to say!
Marlon: Oh? Was I extra gay when I was kissing you in all the right places? Remember you stopped me because you said you couldn’t have sex but you could do everything else? Uh, huh I never forget!
Ashlyn: (She bursts out laughing) Okay, okay…I’m sorry. I guess I did tease you huh? Wow…I was trying to remain virtuous AND get my freak on! Is that a crime? (She laughs again).
Marlon: No, it’s not a crime…I just had to remind you. Come on Ash, can’t we just focus on us. I know our pasts are somewhat connected but, do we have to get revenge? I really do love you.
Ashlyn: Marlon, I can’t move on knowing how he did me and you! I don’t think I could ever see past it. I care for you but, this is all so strange. I feel like I'm on Candid Camera like this was all staged or something.
Marlon: (He lets out a deep sigh) Ash...I need to tell you something...
Copyright © 2010 Cravencrest. All Rights Reserved. Do not duplicate or redistribute in any form.
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