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peg22Okay, this follows after Troyswann's snippet . . .
just one of a hundred scenarios . . .
don't hate me because he's beautiful . . .
Hutch: Starsky . . .
(soft snore)
Hutch: Starsky.
(soft snore)
Hutch: STARSKY!
Starsky: You don't have to yell.
Hutch: What are you doing here?
Starsky: Sleeping, until a minute ago.
Hutch: I thought you had a date.
Starsky: Did.
Hutch: And?
Starsky: And now it's over.
Hutch: Over? This early?
Starsky: Over.
Hutch: So why are you here? Lost the way to your place?
Hutch heads for the kitchen and puts on some hot water.
Starsky: So, what did you do after I left?
Hutch: Cried in my beer.
Starsky joins him at the sink.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: No, not really - played some pool, talked to Huggy.
Starsky: Oh . . . meet anyone?
Hutch: Yes, he's waiting in the car - kind of inconvenient with you here, though.
Starsky: Oh, jeez, Hutch, I never, I'm sor . . . oh hell . . .
Hutch: Starsky - I'm kidding.
Starsky: Good.
Hutch: Good? Why good?
Starsky: Didn't want to leave.
Hutch: Never ask you to.
Starsky: Even if . . .
Hutch: Oh,sure, well then - yeah, you might have to go.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: Unless you wanted to make it a threesome?
Starsky quickly moves back into the living room.
Hutch: I'm kidding, Starsk - jeez, you are jumpy.
Starsky: Don't kid. It's not funny.
Hutch: No its not - you standing there looking at me like that.
Starsky: I'm not looking at you like anything.
Hutch: You're exhausting - should never have told you anything.
Starsky: But you did.
Hutch: Tag, you're it.
Starsky: What?
Hutch: I volleyed - now you return.
Starsky: Hutch, I told you . . .
Hutch: What you tell me has nothing to do with what you are doing here.
Starsky: Just wanted to see you.
Hutch: Why?
Starsky: dunno - I have to have a reason?
Hutch: Not in my book. You can stay here forever if you want.
Starsky: Forever?
Hutch: are all your answers questions?
Starsky: why don't you like brunettes?
Hutch: Apparently so. I never said I didn't like brunettes.
Starsky: said you preferred blondes.
Hutch: so?
Starsky: isn't it obvious?
Hutch: not so much.
Starsky: I'm not blond.
Hutch: (sits on the couch, exhausted) Really?
Starsky: Well, you don't prefer blonds.
Hutch: and you know this because . . .
Starsky: Because you prefer me.
Hutch: and you know this because . . .
Starsky: (joins Hutch on the couch)Tell the truth, Hutch.
Hutch: That's what I've been doing all night.
Starsky: You like me.
Hutch: Not as much as I did before this conversation started.
Starsky: I'm serious.
Hutch: No you're not - if you were serious, you'd be naked by now.
Starsky: Quit kidding around.
Hutch: Not kidding - you look great naked.
Starsky: (starts to say something - stops - says something else) Really?
Hutch: Please - you know that.
Starsky: No, I mean, really - like in a man way?
Hutch: Starsk - you look good any way.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: Really. Your ass drives me crazy.
Starsky: Really? In these jeans?
Hutch: Oh my God, what have I created?
Starsky: I'm serious, Hutch. I thought maybe they were too tight . . .
Hutch: There's no such thing.
just one of a hundred scenarios . . .
don't hate me because he's beautiful . . .
Hutch: Starsky . . .
(soft snore)
Hutch: Starsky.
(soft snore)
Hutch: STARSKY!
Starsky: You don't have to yell.
Hutch: What are you doing here?
Starsky: Sleeping, until a minute ago.
Hutch: I thought you had a date.
Starsky: Did.
Hutch: And?
Starsky: And now it's over.
Hutch: Over? This early?
Starsky: Over.
Hutch: So why are you here? Lost the way to your place?
Hutch heads for the kitchen and puts on some hot water.
Starsky: So, what did you do after I left?
Hutch: Cried in my beer.
Starsky joins him at the sink.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: No, not really - played some pool, talked to Huggy.
Starsky: Oh . . . meet anyone?
Hutch: Yes, he's waiting in the car - kind of inconvenient with you here, though.
Starsky: Oh, jeez, Hutch, I never, I'm sor . . . oh hell . . .
Hutch: Starsky - I'm kidding.
Starsky: Good.
Hutch: Good? Why good?
Starsky: Didn't want to leave.
Hutch: Never ask you to.
Starsky: Even if . . .
Hutch: Oh,sure, well then - yeah, you might have to go.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: Unless you wanted to make it a threesome?
Starsky quickly moves back into the living room.
Hutch: I'm kidding, Starsk - jeez, you are jumpy.
Starsky: Don't kid. It's not funny.
Hutch: No its not - you standing there looking at me like that.
Starsky: I'm not looking at you like anything.
Hutch: You're exhausting - should never have told you anything.
Starsky: But you did.
Hutch: Tag, you're it.
Starsky: What?
Hutch: I volleyed - now you return.
Starsky: Hutch, I told you . . .
Hutch: What you tell me has nothing to do with what you are doing here.
Starsky: Just wanted to see you.
Hutch: Why?
Starsky: dunno - I have to have a reason?
Hutch: Not in my book. You can stay here forever if you want.
Starsky: Forever?
Hutch: are all your answers questions?
Starsky: why don't you like brunettes?
Hutch: Apparently so. I never said I didn't like brunettes.
Starsky: said you preferred blondes.
Hutch: so?
Starsky: isn't it obvious?
Hutch: not so much.
Starsky: I'm not blond.
Hutch: (sits on the couch, exhausted) Really?
Starsky: Well, you don't prefer blonds.
Hutch: and you know this because . . .
Starsky: Because you prefer me.
Hutch: and you know this because . . .
Starsky: (joins Hutch on the couch)Tell the truth, Hutch.
Hutch: That's what I've been doing all night.
Starsky: You like me.
Hutch: Not as much as I did before this conversation started.
Starsky: I'm serious.
Hutch: No you're not - if you were serious, you'd be naked by now.
Starsky: Quit kidding around.
Hutch: Not kidding - you look great naked.
Starsky: (starts to say something - stops - says something else) Really?
Hutch: Please - you know that.
Starsky: No, I mean, really - like in a man way?
Hutch: Starsk - you look good any way.
Starsky: Really?
Hutch: Really. Your ass drives me crazy.
Starsky: Really? In these jeans?
Hutch: Oh my God, what have I created?
Starsky: I'm serious, Hutch. I thought maybe they were too tight . . .
Hutch: There's no such thing.
