Int, Mystic Grill. Night.
Alaric sits at the bar drinking alone.
He stares across the room to where we find... Mrs Ashely, sitting with her husband having dinner. Alaric drinks his bourbon on ice, watching her as she laughs at something her husband has said. Sensing Alaric's stare, Mrs Ashley shoots a slight glance Alaric's way.
Alaric, averts his eyes.
Mr. Ashely, catching this glance, looks over his shoulder to Alaric. Mr. Ashley, seeing him, smiles and flags a wave. Alaric, caught, pulls up a smile, nods their way, and holds up his glass in a silent across the room cheers motion. They both cheers in return..
As the Ashley's turn back to their conversation, Alaric's smile fades.
Off Stage: You got it bad, son.
Alaric looks up to find, Sam, the bartender. Sam is a handsome old black man, and Alaric's quasi therapist.
Alaric: Is it that obvious?
Sam: You stare any harder, that man have every right to punch your lights out.
Alaric considers this.
Alaric: You know what he doesn't have, Sam?
Sam: Tell me, Alaric.
Alaric holds up his right hand, flashing Sam his ring.
Alaric: He doesn't have this ring.
Sam looks at Alaric.
Sam: He may not have that ring, Alaric, but he's got the right ring; its just on the left hand.
Alaric: I'm aware of that Sam, but that's not my point.
Sam: Well what is your point then, Alaric?
Alaric: My point, Sam, is that he's an idiot. He's clueless. Look at him, Sam. He's a boring accountant, ignorant of the night.
Sam: 'Ignorant of the night', Alaric?Now I know it's time to cut you off.
Alaric: You know what I'm talkin about, Sam. Don't pretend you don't.
Sam: Well, then it's just a matter of time isn't it?
Alaric considers this point, as Sam removes his glass from the bar and walks away....
Alaric watches her from across the room, willing her to look his way one more time....
Which she doesn't.

To be continued....

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