109. Bite? - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. LIVING ROOM - EVENING


• ARANA sits cuddled close to GREG on a couch.


• His left arm is tucked tight around her waist, his left holds an open book.


• GREG
• "She was a talker, wasn't she?" Bobby Lee said, sliding down the ditch with a yodel.
  
  "She would of been a good woman," The Misfit said, "if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life."
  
  "Some fun!" Bobby Lee said.
  
  "Shut up, Bobby Lee" The Misfit said. "It's no real pleasure in life.


• Arana nudges Greg.


• ARANA
• Greg, I gotta go.


• GREG
• But we haven't had a chance to really unpack this.


• ARANA
• You know I love Flannery, but I seriously need to go babe...hungry.


• GREG
• Fine.


• She nuzzles his neck.


• ARANA
• Aww, you're going to miss me.


• GREG
• Yeah. Um, probably not a good idea.


• She stops nuzzling.


• ARANA
• Right. Sorry.


• She stands up to leave; he stands with her and pulls her close.


• She leans in to kiss him.


• They both pause.


• ARANA
• Not tonight.


• Greg leans in anyway.


• She licks her lips, revealing, long, razor-sharp incisors.


• GREG
• Right.


• ARANA
• Sorry. You know, we could end this all right now.


• GREG
• Yeah, not really ready for that.


• ARANA
• Yeah.


• She leans in closer, teeth bared, then stops.


• ARANA
• Sorry, sorry, I'm off.


• She turns and Greg touches her cheek.


• She turns back, smiles, then slips quietly out the door.


• FADE TO BLACK.