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INT – PANCAKE HUT TABLE SIXTEEN - NIGHT

TITLE: Sunday, August 20, 2000.  2:17am

JOHN and JEFF’S spirits are elevated.  

JEFF

She was hot wasn’t she?  And so flexible!  How in the hell did she hold herself up on that pole for so long?

JOHN

Well Jeff, for one thing, she doesn’t weigh three-hundred pounds!

JEFF

Yeah and she did it while spreading her legs too!

JOHN

And turning.  

JEFF

When I used to go to strip clubs in the eighties they’d pretty much just strut around on stage for three minutes to a Huey Lewis song.  They reminded me of caged lions or something.

JOHN

Caged lions?  That actually sounds pretty cool.

EVETTE strolls up to the table with an ice-less Coke, sets it down next to JEFF and smiles.

JEFF

You remembered the no ice!

EVETTE nods affirmatively.

EVETTE

What’ll it be tonight, gentlemen?

JOHN

I’m okay, I’ll just have a Coke.

JEFF points to his drink.

JEFF

I’m cool with this.

The straw falls to the table since there is no ice to keep it in place.  A short snippet of Vanilla Ice’s ‘Ice Ice Baby’ plays.

EVETTE

You guys are in here pretty late.

JOHN

Yeah, we went to—

JEFF quickly interjects

JEFF

We were singing karaoke!

EVETTE

Really?  Where’d you guys go?

JEFF (V.O.)

Think, think.

JEFF (CONT’D)

Uh, I don’t remember the name of it. 

JOHN

Uh, the ‘Milky Way’ or something.

JEFF (V.O.)

Whew, thank God John’s been to nearly every watering hole south of Seattle! 

EVETTE

Oh, you mean ‘The Universe’ on Burnside?

JEFF

Yeah, yeah that’s it…

JEFF (V.O.)(CONT’D)

I am not a good liar when under pressure.  So poorly in fact that even when I am telling the truth it still seems like I am lying.

JEFF (CONT’D)

Ah, we go there all the time.

EVETTE

Hmm, I go there all the time too.  Funny I’ve never seen you guys there.

JOHN

Well Jeff uses a different name, maybe that’s why you’ve never noticed him.

EVETTE

Oh?  What name do you use Jeff? Picasso?

JOHN

He goes by Rex.

JEFF

Yeah Rex— Rex Songs.