Sandwich

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INT. APARTMENT KITCHEN - NIGHT

MEL sits at a table on her laptop, completely absorbed in work. A sandwich is on a plate next to her.

Across the table, CASSIE watches Mel for a long beat.

Slowly, Cassie slides the plate closer to Mel, who doesn’t notice. A beat. Cassie slides the plate even closer, never breaking focus on Mel, who still pays her no mind.

Finally, Cassie picks up the plate and puts it on Mel’s keyboard.

MEL
Can I help you?

CASSIE
Your sandwich is getting cold.

MEL
It’s chicken salad. It’s supposed to be cold.

CASSIE
I-- I meant, it’s getting warm. It is, it’s warm. Feel it. 
(then)
Feel it, Mel.

Mel removes the plate and goes back to work. Cassie waits a moment, then climbs on the table and lies down, face up.

MEL
What is happening?

CASSIE
Make love to me.

MEL
Um.

CASSIE
I want you to make love to me on this table. Right now.

Mel ignores her. Cassie closes the laptop.

MEL
Cassie.

CASSIE
Melissa.

MEL
My full name is only for emergencies and moments in the throes of passion.

CASSIE
Well this is an emergency, Melissa, because we haven’t had a throe of passion in two months.

MEL
“Throe” isn’t a word.

CASSIE
Yes it is.

MEL
No, it’s not.

CASSIE
Yes it is, you just said it.

MEL
I said “throes.” It’s a plural noun. You can’t use it in the singular.

CASSIE
Well if it’s a plural, then doesn’t it have to have a-- this is not about grammar!

She gets off the table.

MEL
What’s it about, Cassandra? The sandwich?

CASSIE
It’s about sex, which we no longer partake in.

MEL
I’ve been working on the build.

CASSIE
Oh, the build. Let’s talk about the build, you never talk about that.

MEL
People tend to talk about their jobs, which you would know if you ever needed to get one.

CASSIE
It is not my fault that I have a supportive father!

MEL
I’m sorry, I know that’s been hard for you.

CASSIE
Would you shut up and screw me already?

MEL
I’m not going to screw you, and I’m not going to eat your stupid sandwich. I’m going to work, because Sarah has been riding my ass for months about this build, and if she doesn’t have it by tomorrow morning, I might lose my job, and daddy won’t save me if I do.

She sits and reopens her laptop, back to work. Cassie shifts, avoiding looking at Mel.

CASSIE
Sarah’s been giving you all this work?

MEL
She’s the project manager, so.

CASSIE
Oh.
(then)
So Sarah is the reason you’ve been working so hard and staying up all night?

MEL
I’m not sleeping with her, if that’s what you’re getting at.

CASSIE
I know.
(smiling wide)
I am.

MEL
(not looking up)
Are what?

CASSIE
I’m sleeping with Sarah.

MEL
Excuse me?

CASSIE
I’m not saying it a third time.

MEL
You’re serious. Unbelievable.

CASSIE
No, what’s unbelievable is that I have come home late and unshowered every night for six weeks and you haven’t noticed.

MEL
I keep having to change the build because Sarah... Sarah... is a bitch.

Cassie turns and walks for the door.

MEL (CONT’D)
Come on, Cass. She played me.

CASSIE
At least she thought I was worth playing for.

MEL
Cassie. Cass. Where are you--

CASSIE
I’m going to have a throe of passion with your boss.

MEL
You can’t do that.

CASSIE
Oh, and why is that?

MEL
Because there's no such thing as a "throe."

Cassie screams and leaves. Mel stands, alone. She takes a bite of the sandwich. A beat, then her face sours.

MEL
Ew, it’s warm.

END