Two Hours after Hutch comes out and Starsky doesn't

Okay, 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.