The scene begins this evening inside that of Dorito's darkened bedroom, the only light in it coming from that of his multisync computer screens. Dorito sits at his computer, his hair dripping of water, a computer mic standing on the desk before him, while telephone rings are heard from his Klipsch Promedia 5.1 surround sound speakers. Someone answers his call.

Voice: Hello?

Dorito: Hey.

April: Hi.

Dorito: How's it going?

April: Fine.

Dorito: And how's work?

April: Fine. You're on your computer again aren't you?

Dorito: Yeah.

April: I hate it when you use that instead of a normal phone. I can hear myself in the background.

Dorito: Well this is the phone I use.

April: Oh.

Dorito: So whatcha doing?

April: I dunno...just getting ready to leave.

Dorito: Oh. So, are you doing anything monday?

April: I dunno, that's what, two days away?

Dorito: Yeah.

April: I haven't thought that far ahead yet.

Dorito: Well would you like something to do monday night?

April: I don't know. What's special about monday?

Dorito: ....

April: I'll probably be over at Jasmine's or George's.

Dorito: Oh. Cause I wouldn't be back until like ten or so, so I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to do something.

April: Something? Like what?

Dorito: I don't know. Maybe play a board game or something. Perhaps a video game? Or could go to a bar or something and play pool or darts?

April: Well I was just leaving to pick up Jasmine and Crystal and we were going to go play pool somewhere, then Crystal was going to go get us something you would not like.

Dorito: What's that?

April: Something only she can buy.

Dorito: Oh. Why?

April: So we can get drunk, why else?

Dorito: Why would you even do that though? It's not like your life is so bad that you have to resort to a drug.

April: Liquor isn't a drug.

Dorito: Alcohol is, like it or not, it is.

April: Whatever.

Dorito: Fine, I'm not even going to bother arguing with you cause you're set in your ways. And usually seems like the only time I could really talk you into doing something with me was going out to wrestling shows. But so why are you drinking?

April: Why do you care? Not like you're my boyfriend or anything. You're just not much fun. Well, you were for quite awhile, but I dunno, we both changed. And I'll do whatever the fuck I wanna do, got it bub?

Dorito: Bub?

April: Yeah. And what does it matter? Not like we're gonna get killed or anything.

There's a knock on Dorito's door.

Voice: Come on Dorito, we're leaving, you coming with?

Dorito: No!

Voice: Alright, see you when we see you. Bye.

April: Who you talking to?

Dorito: Alicia was at the door.

April: Oh.

Dorito: So maybe I see you monday night?

April: Why do you want to do something monday night?

Dorito: Well I figured could see if you wanted to do something together tonight, but you're going to go poison yourself tonight for some inane reason. So I'll let you go so you can go do whatever. Bye.

April: Whatever.

Click! She hangs up the phone, and Dorito sits there, head down, and he runs his hand halfway through his hair to scratch the top of it, the tone of the telephone blaring through the speakers.

Dorito: Another night alone.

He inhales, then exhales, and gets up out of his chair.

Dorito: Might as well go to the gym, nothing else to do, and need to keep my mind off her drinking, going until she's drunk and loses consciousness. Anything could happen to her.

A couple of tears stream down his face, the light from the computer screens reflecting off them. He begins to walk to the door, and grabs the knob, twisting it to pull it open, then walks through, shutting the door behind him.