Andy and Mike are both locked out of the bar and stuck in the alley
MIKE Are you going to help me?
Andy looks at him. Then looks away.
MIKE (cont'd) What?
ANDY Nothing. (beat) You remembered.
MIKE Of course I did.
ANDY I kind of can’t believe I’m actually here with you.
MIKE I’m just a guy, Andy. If you wanted, I could sign something for you.
Mike pulls out a Sharpie.
MIKE Whadya got?
Andy dumps out the contents of her bag, a vast assortment of girly stuff.
ANDY Oh, um... I don’t have anything.
MIKE Some girls, they want me to sign their, uh, chestal area.
She hikes the neck of her shirt aside. He puts a hand on her waist. She holds her breath as he signs with a flourish.
MIKE You’ve got some pen. On your...
He reaches toward her. She pulls back.
ANDY It’s not pen. I got stabbed in the face
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