Thursday, November 20th, 8:00pm
Drommen (and Edward)
Drommen sits at the window. Edward takes a seat beside him.
Drommen: What the hell are you doing back?
Edward: I’ve decided to forgive you.
Drommen: (laughs) You’re joking.
Edward: No. I’ve forgiven you because it’s obvious you’re not trying to kill me. Not like some people.
Drommen: I don’t want to kill you. I just want you and your plastic fangs and your sparkles off my bus.
Edward: (hisses, showing his plastic teeth) They’re not plastic. They’re all mine.
Drommen: I have no doubt they’re yours. Where’d you buy them from – Dollarama?
Edward: I got them from the dentist. After someone knocked my real fangs out.
Drommen: Your real fangs?
Edward: His name was van Helsing. Do you know him?
Drommen: Yeah, I know him. He was from Dracula.
Edward: Dracula? No way. Dracula was a myth. I’m the real thing.
Drommen: Pfft. You’re just a teeny-bopper wannabe.
Edward: I am not! Do you want me to bite your neck and prove it?
Drommen: (glares for a moment) You. Wouldn’t. Dare.
Edward stares, uncertain. He stands, holding the skirt of his trenchcoat up to cover the lower part of his face, hissing, then runs to the door to dramatically wait for the next stop.
Next stop: Saturday, November 21st, 7:00pm
Author’s note: These Scenes are written independently, occasionally featuring the same character from a former scene. Please click on the names in the tags to follow a character’s story. (Drommen) (Edward)