A ROOM
Two LADIES stand or sit. Or both. DEB and CARRIE.
DEB: This is bullshit.
CARRIE: What is?
DEB: All of it. It’s fucking bullshit. Tell me. I look like a cliché to you?
Carrie doesn’t know quite how to answer.
DEB: I know. Stupid question, right?
CARRIE: Not necessarily.
DEB: Well, I’m not. I’m no specific way. Certainly not something regular. Who is? We’re all special. Are we special?
CARRIE: I think so.
DEB: I’m not saying special like something ordinary out of the ordinary, that’s not what I’m saying. No better or worse. I just don’t want to be in a box. You wanna be in a box?
CARRIE: No. Certainly not.
DEB: You wanna be thrown into a pile with everyone else?
CARRIE: I don’t.
DEB: Right. Well, neither do I. I’m me. I’m not someone else.
CARRIE: That’s right.
DEB: Nobody is everybody. Am I right?
CARRIE: We’re all very specific and different, that’s correct. Here we are.
DEB: Do you drink?
CARRIE: I try not to.
DEB: What is that?
CARRIE: What is what?
DEB: Forget it.
CARRIE: I’m sorry.
DEB: Whatever. You either drink or you don’t. Do it or don’t. I’m saying in general. Nothing personal, I’m saying. Maybe I need a drink.
CARRIE: That’s what I mean. I try not to need.
DEB: Oh, really? Is that right? So what? I’m a jerk because I need something? I’m going through something here. This guy smokes, that guy does something else. What’s wrong with a drink?
CARRIE: There’s nothing wrong with a drink. Why are you attacking me?
DEB: I have no choice. You’re the only one here.
CARRIE: Fair enough.
DEB: You think I’m an animal?
Deb waits.
DEB: Do you?
CARRIE: I think you might be a little rough around the ends, but I don’t know if I’d call you an animal.
Deb studies her.
DEB: What about you?
CARRIE: Me?
DEB: Yes, you. We just established no one else is here. You. What about you?
CARRIE: What about me, what?
DEB: I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.
CARRIE: It’s fine. Don’t be.
DEB: No, I am. I’m so sorry. I’m really a mess. It’s not you, it’s obviously me. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m just…
CARRIE: It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything. I get it. I mean, not it specifically, but we all have our things.
Carrie waits.
DEB: Yes, we do.
CARRIE: Our own specific things that have nothing to do with anybody else.
Deb checks her out. She’s okay.
DEB: I’m Deb.
CARRIE: Hi Deb.
Deb waits.
DEB: You don’t have a name?
CARRIE: No, I do.
Deb nods her head. She gets it.
DEB: Fuck you, lady.
THE END