The scene begins today looking at a wooden door, covered with various stickers. A fist is seen coming into view, knocking on it, inwhich seeing Christy standing at the door.

Christy: Dorito? Come on, it's Christy, open the door.

A few moments pass, not a sound heard. She waits anxiously, looking up, then down at the ground. She then knocks again.

Christy: Dorito..please?

She waits for a few seconds, then looks at the door, shaking her head from side to side.

Christy: Door, today is not going to be your day.

She takes a couple steps back, staring straight at the door as she twists her body a little. She then takes a side-step toward the door and begins to thrust her other leg out and up. But, just then, the door opens with Dorito stepping in front, and she superkicks him, and he goes down quick. She begins to laugh as she talks.

Christy: Oh shit!

She covers her mouth, as Dorito lays on the ground holding his jaw. Christy continues to laugh as she baby-steps forward into his room and drops to her knees beside his chest, and begins to rub his chest, motioning her hand up and down.

Christy: I'm so sorry.

Laughingly she says that, and proceeds to kiss him on the cheek.

Christy: Come on, get up.

She then looks over at the door, pointing at it.

Christy: You're a wuss!

She turns her head back to Dorito, smiling as she stares at his seemingly dead eyes.

Christy: Hey..what's wrong?

He doesn't say, as he just rubs his jaw while taking a glance at her eyes, then back to the previous state.

Christy: Hey, come on, something is bothering you, I can tell. I mean, why else do you come home in the morning with what I thought was dried tears all over your face, and lock yourself in your room all day?

He just sniffs, and his eyes begin to water, a tear seeping out from an eye.

Christy: Hey...you can talk to me.

She just stares down at his face, her smile almost a cute pout now, and she glances up at his computer.

That appears as wallpaper for the middle tri-sync monitor, and is a framed photo sitting on the computer desk as well.

Christy: Who is s...ooooh, I think I see what's going on. You got dumped by your girlfriend.

He nods his head, as he lets go his jaw to rub his eyes.

Christy: Wait, you had a girlfriend? Does Alicia know?

He shakes his head.

Dorito: Probably not.

Christy: She's cute. So, how long were you two dating?

Dorito: ..two years.

She snorts and starts to cough.

Christy: Excuse me, you say two years?

Dorito: Yeah. Just had anniversary a couple weeks ago.

Christy: If you don't mind, can I ask why you two broke-up?

Dorito: She thought we were going in different directions, and holding each other back. I don't know.

A few seconds pass, both just sorta sitting in silence, as Christy looks at the floor, then at Dorito, then at the computer, then at the open door, then back at him.

Christy: You know, I've got something that could help snap you out of this.

Dorito: I don't think anything can.

Christy: I know. But I think there's something that could help.

Dorito: What?

Christy: Vegas. Come on, it'd be a great way to get your mind off of things for a day or two.

Dorito: I dunno.

Christy: Come on. Otherwise all you're going to do is sit here and weep over what you no longer have. And trust me, you'll lock yourself in your room for a week or more, and just want to cut yourself off from the world. Trust me Dorito, I know from experience. Besides, come on, it'll be fun. Alicia's planning to turn the entire MGM Grand into one huge rave.

Dorito: I dunno, maybe.

Christy: I'll even sit in the back with you on the ride and we can talk. Please?

She makes a cute puppyish pout, holding her hands together as she pleads with him.

Dorito: I...I...

Christy: Otherwise I'm gonna make like a puppy and lick your face until you say yes.

Dorito: Alright, fine, I'll go.

Christy: Cool. Now was that so hard? Now come on, get up, go take a shower, and put some clean clothes on.

He turns over and she helps him in getting back to his feet as the scene fades to black.