Trouble with Sex

Conor:
[CONOR walks back into the main room where MICHELLE is sitting on the couch. There are two whiskies on the table in front of her] I see you've been to New York.

Michelle:
Yeah, have you?

Conor:
No, I nearly went.

Michelle:
You should go, it's a cool place.

Conor:
I should have done a lot of things.

Michelle:
Oh, like what?

Conor:
Oh you know things. [MICHELLE smiles. CONOR points to a scar MICHELLE has between her eyebrows] What's that?

Michelle:
What?

Conor:
That.

Michelle:
[CONOR makes a gesture towards her forehead. MICHELLE smiles] Do you want the truth or a lie?

Conor:
Whatever?

Michelle:
I was bitten by a swan.

Conor:
Bitten by a swan, yeah? [CONOR leans over and kisses her tenderly]

Michelle:
It's always been in my head. My Dad said I'd be a good lawyer. Argumentative kid, apparently.

Conor:
Do you like it?

Michelle:
It's good money.

Conor:
That's not what I asked.

Michelle:
Ah you know, you win some, you lose some.

Conor:
I'd say you don't like losing.

Michelle:
No I don't. You ask a lot of questions.

Conor:
I'm interested.

Michelle:
In law?

Conor:
What do you think?

Michelle:
I think there's more to you than meets the eye.

Conor:
Do you?

Michelle:
Maybe. My turn.

Conor:
Ah look I'll save you the bother. Male, early thirties, works in pub, smoker. Seeks similar, no time wasters kinda thing. [MICHELLE laughs] I meet a lot of interesting people in my job too. Every day there's people coming in telling me all kinds of stuff. New faces, new stories. I think people find it easier to say things to strangers.

Michelle:
Do you like strangers?

Conor:
Have you got any sweets? [MICHELLE laughs]