The scene begins tonight, inside the living room of the house, with Alicia, and Molly, both sitting on the couch against the wall, watching Back to the Future Part III.

Alicia: This has been some day, hasn't it?

Molly: No kidding. And we should be headed to the airport in two hours.

Alicia: I'd hate to think how much security is at LAX cause of the London bombing. As if it isn't enough already.

Molly: No shit. And wonderboy still ain't here.

Alicia: I wonder where he disappeared to.

Molly: And considering Christy isn't here either.

Alicia: He probably went to the gym or something, another intense workout before the big rematch with Loanwolfe tomorrow.

Molly: Matthews is already in Philly at the Hilton.

Alicia: How do you know that?

Molly: He sent me a text message about ten minutes ago. Said he wished I was there with him.

Alicia: Poor guy, sounds like he misses you.

Molly: I swear, if it wasn't for his eleven inches, I don't know why I'd even deal with him.

Alicia: Because, he's kinda cute. With some of that boyish charm, plus it seems like he likes you or something.

Molly: You are such a bad lair Alic'!

Alicia: Well why else do you think he's texting you all the time?

Molly: He's still waiting to make some real money from me. I'm his employer, he does what I tell him to do, anything I tell him to do. But you want to know the real drawback?

Alicia: What?

Molly: Until he makes a name for himself, and does something that makes him a celebrity, or say something big, like win a world championship or something. Then people will identify with him more, see his name, he'll be on marquees, and people will recognize that name when they go to video stores and "accidentally" wander into the adult section.

Alicia: You know the only guy in the porn business who people know by name is Ron Jeremy.

Molly: Yeah, and Peter North is number two. But that's why I want Dorito to try and write up a good and interesting story where people will look beyond all the sex and have it be in theaters all across the country.

Alicia: A porno that gets into regular theaters?

Molly: Why not? Chris wins the world title tomorrow night, becomes a huge star. DVDs start flying off the shelves, bringing me more money, so I can afford better stars and models to play opposite Chris.

Alicia: You know, maybe if you were just nice to Dorito once in awhile.

Molly: Nice? Girl, you know I don't play nice. And with that boy...

Alicia: You see Molly, this is what I'm talking about. This!

Molly: I'm not gonna suck some guy's dick to get something I want, that's sick. And I respect myself far too much to do something as lame as that.

Alicia: I'm not saying to sleep with Dorito. I just mean, be nice.

Molly: Meh. Maybe I'll talk to Chris Freytag tomorrow, he might be interested. I'll come up with something that centers around him, and then we can hit the Philly streets and let him pick out a few girls.

Alicia: I'm guessing Hitman will be letting you borrow some of his camera crew again?

Molly: But of course. The old man always does, and not like the guys complain either to watch. All Hitman wants in return, is a free dvd of every film I make, simple as that.

Alicia: You gotta be kidding me!

Molly: Nope, the old guy's a pervert I tell you. And I don't mean like Dorito, cause Dorito is just...ya know. But I think Hitman was sorta trying to ask me out, or asking me if he could be in one of the films or something, but couldn't get his words together.

The front door opens up, sounds of laughter are heard as the scene swings around, with Alicia and Molly leaning forward to look over as they see Christy and Dorito walk into the living room.

Christy: Hey guys!

She puts her hand up, waving at Alicia and Molly.

Molly: Where the hell have the two of you been?

Christy: Out.

Alicia: Do you have any idea what time it is?

Christy: Nope.

Alicia: Dorito, you better make sure you've got everything packed cause we're leaving in a little while to go to the airport.

Dorito: K, and here we come Philly. And then come back with a big leather strap covered in gold. Loanwolfe doesn't know fear until he loses what he never had.

Dorito then walks toward the staircase, and begins heading up as Christy jumps onto the adjacent couch, plopping down on the cushions, her hair everywhere as she just stares at the television in a gaze.

Alicia: So where did you guys go?

Christy: I was hungry for pie, so I invited Dorito to come with to get out of the house.

Alicia: Pie? He didn't make you try some of that orangeberry crap did he?

Christy: No. But we went down to this cool place in the O.C. where we actually made our own pie together.

Molly: You make your own pie?

Christy: Yeah. I mean they've got guys there to instruct you on what to do and all, it was a lot of fun. Well, until we went to eat the pie and somehow we did something really bad and it exploded in the oven.

Alicia: Exploded?

Christy: Yeah, it was everywhere. But we all laughed, it was a lot of fun. The head chef came out and swiped a little off my shoulder and called me the worst cook ever!

Molly: Hahahaha!

Alicia: You gotta be kidding me.

Christy: No, and then I told him it wasn't me, but Dorito made it. And he turned to D, and wished him luck for his match tomorrow, then asked for a picture with us. So we took one, then he told us to go jump into the water at the beach and clean up while they make up the best blueberry pie ever.

Molly: Was it?

Christy: Yeah, without a doubt.

Alicia: Then you came back?

Christy: No, then we went to see Fantastic Four at theater.

Alicia: At theater? Has Dorito ever been inside one before?

Christy: But it was cool cause we told the kid at the booth that our friends were inside and just called me on my cell, and he let us in, for free.

The scene switches to that of Dorito's view, as he sits 3/4 of the way up the staircase, just listening to the three girls voices, a smile on his face.

Alicia: So dinner and a movie, sounds like some date.

Christy: Date?

Molly: Well yeah, cute girl like you, nice guy like Dorito. Seems like a perfect match.

Christy: Hm, yeah, it would seem so. But he's still so hung up over April, it's just that... that he...

Alicia: What?

Dorito's smile disappears, as he listens in closely.

Christy: This whole thing with Loanwolfe, and the Ironman title, we all know what it represents to him. So long as he is challenging Loanwolfe for the title, so long as he is fighting for that championship title, so long as he holds that title, it's a simple taste of memory for him of April. It's just a longing reminder of what he once had before. So long as he wants that title, I couldn't date him, because he'd pay more attention to that title than he would me. If he wins tomorrow, then I can't possibly go out with him or anything, but if he loses, well...

Dorito runs his hands through his hair, stopping just behind his head. Moments pass before he suddenly gets to his feet, a creak in the staircase from the silence is heard by all in the living room. Christy turns her head toward the staircase, seeing just stairs, and hears a couple of footsteps, then a door closing as Dorito goes into his room.

Christy: Dorito?

Molly and Alicia look over at Christy, her lips in a pout as she looks at the empty staircase. She stares, waiting, waiting, waiting, the scene slowly fades out.