257. Alt - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. BANQUET HALL - NIGHT


• ERIN and SHELLEY stand quietly at the edge of the hall watching the party in front of them.


• They are both dressed beautifully, Erin in long, flowing dress that pretends to show far more than it does.


• Shelley is dressed in a flared skirt and an eye-catching blouse whose collar wraps around her neck, then descends into buttons crossing diagonally across the fabric.


• Shelley holds a glass of water in her hand; Erin is drinking a colorful concoction with an orchid garnish.


• ERIC strolls up to them.


• ERIC
• Shelley! Looking beautiful.


• SHELLEY
• Erin, this is Eric, he works at the magazine with me.


• ERIC
• We just love her odd little stories about alternative culture.


• He takes Erin's gloved hand and kisses it.


• Erin whispers, coyly.


• ERIN
• Charmed.


• ERIC
• She's a quiet one.


• Shelley smiles.


• SHELLEY
• He is, sometimes. He has a nice silence though, I think, thoughtful.


• ERIC
• He?


• SHELLEY
• Erin. He's my husband.


• Eric takes a closer look at Erin's fine features and smooth skin and blinks hard.


• Erin speaks in his normal voice.


• ERIN
• Pleasure to meet you.


• ERIC
• Uh, you'll have to excuse me, I, uh, there's Nathan, I need to talk to him about an article.


• He spins and makes a beeline for the center of the room.


• Shelley and Erin look at each other and grin.


• He grabs her hand.


• ERIN
• And this, darling, is why I married you.


• SHELLEY
• Mmm, ditto, ditto. Oh, let me introduce you to my boss.


• Erin sips daintily at his drink.


• ERIN
• Excellent.


• Shelley walks into the crowd, Erin in tow.


• FADE TO BLACK.