a/n: This was written by Clarity and Jejune when we had nothing to do during Creative Writing. We do lots of these, so expect more. This is just the first! Hope you enjoy Sam and Dorothy -- even if their dramatic encounter takes a turn for the... weird... in the end.

Setting: A fairly empty train platform.

SAM

Jeez, man! Watch it!

DOROTHY

Who are you calling MAN?

SAM

I wonder.

DOROTHY

Him?

(she points at a train conductor walking past)

SAM

Yes. I generally act as if people twenty feet away have run into me and spilled my Coke. Don’t you?

DOROTHY

Well, I can see you’re a generally sarcastic person! What’s your name, punk?

SAM

By heavens, she has a brain! She can tell sarcasm apart from stupidity! PRAISE THE LORD!

DOROTHY

Hallelujah!

SAM

Yes, thanks you, Mrs. Obvious. If you’ll excuse me, I have to miss my train so I can buy another Coke.

DOROTHY

You’re a clever boy aren’t you?

(sighs)

Hey, wait. I’ll pay for that – it was my fault.

SAM

As if I didn’t know that? And what is this? Flirt-with-random-strangers-day? No thanks.

(begins to walk away)

DOROTHY

Ew!

(recoils in disgust)

You wish!

(beat)

Wait, you forgot your briefcase!

SAM

I don’t have a briefcase.

DOROTHY

Well, it was just sitting here…

SAM

That doesn’t mean it’s mine. I just said it wasn’t!

DOROTHY

You’re impossible, punk.

(opens the briefcase)

Whoa!

SAM

What? What’s in “my briefcase” huh?

(laughs)

DOROTHY

Money.

(surreptitiously shows Sam before snapping it shut)

SAM

Ah-hah. I thought it was something else…

DOROTHY

Eh…

SAM

What’s that supposed to mean?

DOROTHY

(smiles fakely)

Oh, nothing.

(beat)

What do you think we should do with it?

SAM

Gee, maybe bring it to security?

DOROTHY

Are you crazy? Everyone knows the Atlanta Police aren’t to be trusted!

SAM

What? Maybe in you gang they aren’t, but they help everyone else just fine.

DOROTHY

Gang? Look who’s talking, Mr. I-was-hoping-the-briefcase-was-full-of-drugs! You Atlantians are so touchy!

SAM

I never said anything about drugs!!

DOROTHY

You suggested it. Practically the same thing. Wahtever. You can stay here with your empty Coke – I’m taking this home.

SAM

I never suggested drugs, either. You’re obviously the ones with drugs on he3r mind if you thought that’s what I was talking about.

(glares)

And if you take that, then I’m reporting you.

DOROTHY

(seethes)

Are you threatening me? Punk, you don’t know who you’re dealing with.

SAM

(shouting)

Help! I am about to be killed by a gang member! Help! AAAAAHH…

DOROTHY

Shut up!

(grabs Sam’s arm)

Come on…

SAM

(still shouting)

Help!

(whispers to Dorothy)

I told you that you were flirting! This is intimate contact!

DOROTHY

Shh! People are looking at us funny!

(continues to lead San off train platform)

SAM

So you don’t deny it, eh?

(waggles his eyebrows)

DOROTHY

Gross!

(snatches her hand away)

SAM

You’re the one making all the moves. Don’t blame me!

(snickers)

Punk.

DOROTHY

Listen to me, okay? I’ve got an apartment back in the city and we can go and hide the briefcase there.

SAM

“Hide the briefcase?” Is that some sort of euphemism? You dirty-minded girl!

DOROTHY

You’re disgusting. Forget I said anything at all.

SAM

Oh, I won’t ever forget.

DOROTHY

Uh…

SAM

So anything, what are you going to do about my Coke?

DOROTHY

(haughtily)

Nothing. You didn’t want me to pay for it, remember?

SAM

I don’t recall anything of the sort! You spilled it, you ay for it. Simple. Anyway, with your stolen loot you could buy me a lifetime’s supply of Coke and have enough left over to buy a mansion!

DOROTHY

It’s not stolen! I’m not a thief – I’m just holding onto it for safe keeping.

SAM

Uh-huh. Safe keeping for who? Your Great Aunt Betty? I THINK NOT!

DOROTHY

(narrows eyes)

What are you doing at the station, anyways?

SAM

I was going to take a train to visit my sister at college, but I’ve missed it now.

DOROTHY

Funny. I don’t feel guilty.

SAM

Really? Because I haven’t seen her for three years. I’d better just go home now.

(turns to leave)

DOROTHY

Aww, the punk has a soft side.

(follows Sam)

SAM

Again with the Mrs. Obvious routine! I don’t need to be told about myself, thanks.

DOROTHY

Really? Because I could tell you lots – for one, you’re rude. Did you mother never teach you how to extend your hand and say “Hi, my name is…”?

SAM

As a matter of fact, yes. But when we moved to America I was also taught to be cautious.

(looks her up and down)

And for good reason.

DOROTHY

So that’s why you’ve got a funny accent.

SAM

I wouldn’t call my accent funny. Compared to home, everyone here sounds like a hick.

DOROTHY

You should see where I come from! Louisiana accent are thick!

SAM

Yeah? Same with Bath.

DOROTHY

Bath? Huh? Rub-a-dub-dub?

SAM

(rolls eyes)

It’s in England. That’s where I lived until three years ago.

DOROTHY

Do you know my sister? She lived in France a couple years back.

SAM

Oh yeah. I keep close tabs on every girl in France.

(rolls eyes)

DOROTHY

I figured Bath was near there…

(blushes)

Never mind.

SAM

Why was she in France?

DOROTHY

Patty was an exchange student there.

SAM

In Paris? Nice? The Alps?

DOROTHY

London, I think.

SAM

London is in England, not France.

DOROTHY

Did you never go to school? France is a state in England.

SAM

I have a feeling that Louisiana doesn’t have the best school system. England doesn’t have states.

DOROTHY

(snarls)

I ran away. I never went to school!

SAM

Uh… okay then. Well, I really should go. You have, er, fun with that briefcase… heh heh…

DOROTHY

Yeah, see ya around, punk.

SAM

My name’s Sam.

(walks away)

THE END