Int. Pub
Brian is sat at a table with a drink. Sarah approaches. Brian adjusts his seating position.
Sarah:
Well hello, Brian! You look just like your profile picture!
Brian:
So do you, Sarah! You're looking very nice! Take a seat!
Sarah goes to sit down.
Brian:
Don't sit there! I mean, sit more to the left. It's less drafty there.
Sarah moves the seat.
Brian:
A little bit to the right. You'll be too close to the heater.
Sarah moves the seat. Brian sighs.
Brian:
Ok! I'll move!
Brian adjusts his chair and Sarah sits down.
Sarah:
(LAUGHS) What's with all the musical chairs?
Brian:
I'm sorry. Look, I should explain. I'm incredibly handsome, but only when viewed at 75 degrees. All 359 other degrees and (MIMICS VOMITING).
Sarah:
Don't be silly! I'm sure you look fine!
Sarah shifts her chair, so Brian shifts his chair an equal amount. A game of chair shifting begins around the table. Sarah gets frustrated and stands up.
Sarah:
For God's sake just look at me straight on!
Brian reluctantly looks at Sarah straight on. His face has suddenly twisted and contorted into an ugly gaze with his teeth sticking out.
Sarah:
It's not that bad.
Brian:
I'm going to go.
Sarah:
No, really, it doesn't bother me. It's what's inside that counts.
Brian:
Yeah, I know, but, the thing is, from this angle, you look really, really, disgustingly fat.
Sarah throws Brian's drink over him.
Brian:
Is it the face?
ENDS