INT. BAR – NIGHT
BARRY AND DARREN SIT CHATTING OVER A PINT.
BARRY:
You sure about those trousers, mate?
DARREN:
Why, what's wrong with them?
BARRY:
Bit revealing, aren't they?
DARREN:
I don't think so.
WE SEE DARREN'S JEANS HAVE A LARGE OPENING THAT HIS BALLS HANG FROM.
BARRY:
You don't think they're a bit slutty?
DARREN:
Leave it out, it's a Friday night! I'm allowed to dress up a bit!
BARRY:
At least do a button up.
DARREN:
No! I'm happy with the way I look.
BARRY:
Fine if you don't care what people think.
DARREN:
What's that meant to mean?
BARRY MOTIONS TO A BUNCH OF WOMEN STOOD OGLING DARREN'S ASSETS. ONE OF THEM WINKS AND MAKES A CUPPING MOTION IN FRONT OF HER GROIN SIMILAR TO THE TYPE MEN MAKE WHEN INDICATING LARGE BREASTS. THE GIRLS CRACK UP.
DARREN DEMURELY FOLDS HIS ARMS OVER HIS NETHERS.
