SCENE: A new years eve party, Lindsay, night.
Lisa is standing outside on the verandah alone, smoking. A bottle of alcohol is beside her on the railing, which has had a string of fairy lights wrapped around it, fastened clumsily with gaffer tape. Tim comes out of the house, grog in hand.
Tim: "There you are."
Lisa: "Here I am. Hello, you."
Tim leans an arm on the railing next to her.
Tim: "Happy new year."
Tim: "It has been for... a little bit, probably."
Lisa: "There you are, then."
Lisa raises an eyebrow.
Lisa: "Did you kiss Colin?"
Tim: "Only on the cheek."
Lisa: "I don't actually want to share him, you know."
Tim: "On the cheek only!"
Lisa: "I like how you think if you restructure the sentence it'll be more convincing."
Lisa: "Five bucks, please."
Tim: "Oh, fine. Remind me again when I find my wallet."
Lisa: "Where is it?"
Tim: "I don't know. That's the point."
Lisa nods and takes a swig of her drink.
Lisa: "That makes sense."
Tim: "What're you doing out here?"
Lisa: "And the music is really loud."
Tim: "It is a bit."
Lisa: "I wouldn't mind, except it's also really bad."
Tim: "Chuck something else on. Ryan won't mind, maybe."
Lisa: "Can't be bothered. And I'd probably break the... thing, and then Thingy'd get mad at me."
Lisa: "I don't bloody know. You said. Ryan."
Tim: "Ah. Probably, yeah, best not, really, actually."
Lisa: "That's a very peculiar sentence."
Tim: "You say 'Thingy', I say whatever it was I just said."
Lisa: "Sounds fair."
Tim kisses Lisa on the head. They look at each other, smiling, then kiss.
Lisa: "Oh. Huh."
Tim: "That... wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done, yes."
Despite this, they decide to do it again.
Lisa: "This is a really - we're on the verandah."
Lisa: "This is a stupid place to be."
Tim nods and walks toward the stairs.
Tim: "Come on."
Lisa: "Where are we going?"
Tim: "Somewhere. Not here."
Lisa puts out her cigarette, then goes to him. They walk up the gravel road together towards the end of the street.
Lisa: "We're being very silly."
Lisa: "I mean... really, very silly."
Tim: "I know."
They reach the end of the street, which turns out to be someone else's front lawn.
Lisa: "This is ridiculous."
They sit on the ground, under a tree.
Lisa: "This is someone's front lawn, Tim."
Tim: "I can see that, yes."
Lisa: "I think there's someone home. I can't tell if that's the porch light or not."
Tim: "We'll be quiet."
Tim grins at her and kisses her again.
Tim: "Try to be quiet."
They lie down on the grass.
Lisa: "There's a stick in my back."
Tim: "Sorry. I should have brought a jacket."
Lisa: "Yeah, you'd think we hadn't thought this through or something."
Tim: "I know, right?"
They kiss for a while before Tim pulls away.
Tim: "I'm taking your pants."
Lisa: "Take my shoes first."
Tim: "Shoes are boring."
Lisa: "You're boring."
Tim: "I'll show you boring."
Tim pauses, frowning.
Tim: "Hang on."
Lisa: "I'm sure that sounded more promising in your head."
Tim: "Probably, yeah."
He sits up again in order to unlace her shoes. Lisa stares up at the tree.
Lisa: "We are horrible people."
Tim: "I know."
Lisa: "Genuinely horrible people."