INT. A KFC RESTAURANT, BAKER STR, CENTRAL LONDON - or as locals know it a three minute walk from Madame Tussauds - AFTERNOON
cheri and arty sit at a table on the second floor of the kfc restaurant, next to a large window; the busy london streets within view. muzak plays softly in the background and the place is sparsely populated with one or two other occupants.
cheri, stares at arty - a pondering look in her dark brown eyes. arty however, oblivious to this, devours the contents of the family bucket he bought for cheri; an apology to her for the time he ate her family bucket's worth of kfc
ARTY
fuck... this is soooo, good
before him is a makeshift plate composed of napkins, soaked in grease and oil, upon it are the remains of the chickens he has eaten - namely, the bones of two chicken drumsticks, three wings, and a thigh.
he reaches for another piece then notices that cheri has eaten nothing.
aren't you hungry?
CHERI
huh?
there is a hazy look in her eye, the sort someone who hasn't properly been listening to a conversation wears when they only just realise someone is talking at them.
ARTY
he repeats the words slower. as if she's hungover.
aren't you hungry?
CHERI
she glances down at the bucket as if just realising now there is food to be eaten. grimaces.
no
ARTY
shrugs and takes a bite of the chicken in his hand. a silent, 'suit yourself.'
CHERI
glimpses out the window. there is what looks to be a tourist couple walking up the pavement. a small sigh escapes her; her gaze returns to arty who is still gnawing away at his chicken.
did you know otto was in a relationship when you hooked up with him?
ARTY
his chewing slows, but doesn't stop.
kind of.
[A BEAT]
he lifts his head. cheri is staring at him with a raised brow. he drop the unfinished chicken, sighs.
we were drunk the first night we hooked up and i can't remember if he said something then but i had a feeling.
[pause]
either that, or he was closested.
CHERI
when did you know for sure?
ARTY
his shoulders slump. he opens his mouth as if to tell her it's likely best not to talk about this - but then he meets her gaze. he looks down at his chicken bones ashamed.
i dunno... shit ... i guess, i knew for sure this one time when i called him so we could get some paintings from a mate of mine who was auctioning them- and i think i heard you in the background yelling at him--
his words tremble off into nothing. tears brim in his eyes.
CHERI
she is a combination of suprised and sick. it comes across monotone and android.
have you always been this much of homewrecker?
ARTY
s'pose so
he picks at a scab on his hand until it bleeds.
CHERI
watches disgusted. the blood spills over like a volcano.
i don't know why i thought this would make me feel better.
ARTY
lifts his head. a sad smile spreads across his face, as he continues to bleed all over the table.
if it helps. i think we might be in the same boat now.
[pause]
i think otto is cheating on me.
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a/n:
because i don't have an original bone in my synthetic body instead of come up with a new format that is entirely my own i looked at the works of better authors than myself such as the likes of ozthewild and cigarettenightmares and simrankdhaliwal - so check all them out who all have different eg.s of works that do this script format far better than i.
meanwhile where is that character development you seek but cannot find? your guess is as good as mine. until then luv y'all.
