Context: You're at a beach party late at night. Your goal? Try and chill after midterms. You encounter a man from school off smoking and doing his own thing and hit it off. Now, you're not sure where the night will take you, aside from being able to admire a bunch of muscled beach boys, of course.

Setting: A beach party

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[C] = Conner aka 'Cat'

[J] = Jason, weak gains, no brains

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[Scene opens at the beach at night]

[SFX: Beach party ambiance]

[You’re at a beach party, fairly late at night. Why? You’re not sure, but you’re here and trying to have a good time. As you go to grab a drink, you spot a man chilling by himself with a beer and a cigarette]

[Pause]

[He looks at you as you nonchalantly greet him]

[C] “Hey, yourself. Not gonna rat me out for smoking and drinking back here, right?”

[Pause]

[C] “Good. I appreciate people who aren’t snitches. I’m just some guy not participating in the party, having a smoke. No one important. I don’t remember your name, you don’t remember mine, and it ain’t even awkward. I like that”

[Pause]

[C] “Hey, though, if you’re going back out there, watch Jason and his crew. They love to talk shit about people that don’t have the perfect ‘beach body’ or whatever. A fantastic way to spend the time, huh?”

[Pause]

[C] “Heh, yeah… I know I don’t talk a lot in class but… you’re kind of easy to talk to. Doesn’t feel like there’s any pressure to not say heinously dumb shit around you… I always appreciated that.”

[Pause~]

[He laughs]

[C] “Ah, you like how I flick my tongue piercing when I’m annoyed, huh? Well, I’d love to do some tongue stud ASMR in your ear, but I have it out so I can drink shitty beer in relative peace. Also why I have my shirt off. Yep.”

[Pause!]

[He laughs again]

[C] “C’mon, I work hard on these! Sure I have my shirt off at every opportunity but these things run hot, and I don’t have any cuties to get them to cool off.”

[Pause?]

[C] “How do you cool off muscles? Appease them with lots of pets and kisses and praise, same as any boy.”

[He winks at you]

[<3]

[C] “Eugh, Christ, this beer is the worst! Can’t have great taste in everything, can I?”

[Pause <3]

[C] “Hehe, fair enough. If you fancy chatting more… come find me. I’ll save you a shitty beer or two.”

[Pause]

[C] “Nice. Maybe I’ll catch you later, huh? Maybe we’ll even remember each other’s names, hmm?”

[You shrug. He chuckles]

[C] “Nice and nonchalant. Love it. I’ll see you around, Chills.”

[SFX: The Listener grabbing their drink and heading back out to the beach]

[You grab your drink and meander back outside. It doesn’t take long before the familiar mating call of the baboon-faced jackass graces your ears]

[J] “Hey, Frumpy! You did get the memo that the homeless weren’t invited to this party, right?”

[Pause]

[Jason snickers with his cronies. His shirt is off, so he can show off his immaculate muscles]

[J] “Yeah, sure. Look, even if you aren’t some kind of bum hiding beneath that ratty get-up, don’t you think your appearance is a little… you know…”

[He gestures in vague disgust]

[J] “That.”

[...]

[J] “Aww, don’t look so downtrodden. Not everyone can be blessed with ripped muscles, my friend. Or staggering good looks.”

[A familiar voice crashes the party]

[C] “Because you would know all about that, huh? From where I’m standing, you’re looking a little lean, Jason. All the steroids still not helping with your ‘sick gains’?”

[Jason falls quiet. You hadn’t noticed it before, but the man is definitely in a different weight class]

[J] “Look, dude, we were talking to them, not you.”

[C] “That means you’re talking to me too, Jason… So, lemme ask you one thing before I take off what’s left of this tank top, which I put back on to come and chill, and start throwing punches…”

[The man from before puts an arm around you and pulls you close, perking an eyebrow at the others]

[C] “You guys picking on my partner?”

[...?]

[J, breathless] “Y-Your… partner?”

[C] “My partner. I hope you’ll forgive me, babe, I know you can fight your own fights, but you know how I get. Protective, a little possessive… insanely jealous, eh?”

[Pause]

[C] “You look super hot, by the way, babe. I worked out extra hard to look good for you… But I’ll focus, and ask again. Are you guys messing with my partner?”

[Pause]

[The others look uneasily between them and shake their heads]

[C] “That’s what I thought. Just remember that next time you want to be massive assholes, there will be a big old musclehead surfer ready to lay all of you out. Understood?”

[They frantically nod again]

[C] “Good. Now get the fuck off of my beach.”

[Pause!]

[J] “Yeah, you don’t own the beach! You can’t tell us to shove off!”

[...]

[C] “Oh, I don’t own it, no. But I do have some spots where the police never bother to look for corpses…”

[The others exchange looks, grab most of their stuff and flee]

[J] “Hey! D-Don’t you assholes leave me behind!”

[SFX: The others hurrying off through the sand]

[C] “Yeah, that’s what I expected… Doing OK down there, Pudding Pop?”

[...]

[C] “Little shaken up, huh? Yeah. Name’s Conner, by the way, but most people just call me Cat. Feel free to do the same.”

[...]

[Cat gives you a wry smile]

[C] “Enjoying feeling up my muscles down there, cutie?”

[Pause!]

[C] “Haha, it’s cool. People look for excuses all the time, so feel free. Just keep it above the belt, alright? Let the muscles soothe and relax you. Take you to hot boy Nirvana, or…wherever hot bods take you, I dunno.”

[...]

[SFX: Cloth shifting]

[C] “Yep, those are the pecs. Don’t mind the oily feel, sunscreen is simply not as sexy as the movies suggest.”

[Pause?]

[C] “Deltoids, yep. Been working on them.”

[Pause?]

[He laughs quietly]

[C] “Abs, yep. Been working on those, too.”

[...Pause?]

[C] “Do I mind someone that looks like you touching me? How do you mean? What’s wrong with how you look?”

[...]

[C] “...Those guys were just looking to flex on people. They’re immature idiots that probably still do that, ‘My friend thinks you’re really cute’ shit. Don’t listen to them, alright? You’re gorgeous.”

[Pause]

[He smiles gently and ruffles your hair]

[C] “Yeah, I do mean it. And you can be mad about me ruffling your hair all you want, doesn’t matter to me. Look, just because I see you in school and don’t say anything, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to say something. Or do something. Cause damn do I want to do things when I see you…”

[Pause!]

[C] “Hehe, I know. Hey, c’mon, I’m the school thug, you should know by now that manners aren’t my thing. I think you’re hot. I would. Does that work?”

[...Pause?]

[He pauses, confused-looking]

[C] “What do you mean? ‘Do I want to try’? Try what?”

[Pause]

[C] “Wh-, taking YOU out? Pudding Pop, you can do better, alright? You caught me smoking and drinking not an hour ago, and you’ve seen me get into physical altercations with Coach and other boys. Don’t you think you could do a HELL of a lot better?”

[Pause?]

[He blushes]

[C] “Well… y-yeah, I like you…”

[Pause]

[C] “You like me, too? Wait… really?”

[Pause!]

[Cat seems to ponder this for a bit before he simply shrugs]

[C] “Cool. You wanna go to my place and make out with bad action movies in the background?”

[Pause]

[C] “See, this is what I love about you. You’re so fucking chill.”

[Pause?]

[C] “A favor? Oh, don’t worry, I have protection back at-”.

[Pause!]

[He grins with that same low-energy mischief]

[C] “Ooh. Yeah… I’ll put the tongue piercing back in, no problem. So… um… do we want to call ourselves official or wait?”

[Pause]

[He throws an arm around you again]

[C] “Cool. C’mon then. The night is young, the moon is full, and I’m really curious as to what those lips taste like.”

[SFX: The new couple marching off through the sand]

[The End?]