INT. DAY. PUB. STEVE IS DRINKING WHEN HIS FRIEND JIM ARRIVES.
JIM: What time are you in from Stevey?
STEVE: Breakfast time Jimmy boy. I’d a late one last night too.
JIM: I thought we were going to have a bet on the gee-gees. The way you drink, you’ll not be able to pick your nose by the first race.
STEVE: I wouldn’t have picked yours pal, you’re like Pinocchio, he he. (PINCHES NOSE)
JIM: Don’t you be getting lippy?
STEVE: Noses not lips Jim. Are your ears painted on? he he.
JIM: Christ, you smell like a zookeeper's boot. Hygiene’s come a poor second to booze this morning surprise, surprise.
STEVE: Sure mouthwash has alcohol in it, that’s the only reason why I ever used it.
JIM: You look like a bloody tramp. As for me, however, my face is as smooth as velvet. (STROKES FACE).
STEVE: Are you telling me you look like a bog roll? That’ll be handy with the amount of shite you talk, he he.
JIM: Bog roll f**kin’ face is a good lad when your moneys low, eh Steve?
STEVE: Take a joke Jim. Hows your wife keeping by the way?
JIM: Never you worry about my wife.
STEVE: Why not, she worries about me, he he. (ROTATES ARM IN ‘WIND –UP’ GESTURE.)
STEVE HAS A PLASTIC BAG WHICH HE PULLS ONTO HIS LAP.
JIM: What’s in the bag?
STEVE: Nothing much Jim. ( WINKS AT THE BARMAN.)
JIM: There’s something in it will, what?
STEVE BRINGS OUT A BLOWN UP BALLOON WHICH HAS A SAD FACE DREW ON IT WITH FELT TIP.
JIM: Are you hoping to scare some kids? What weird crap are you up to now?
STEVE: I’m nursing a sore head Jim, he he. ( PUTS FINGER ON TONGUE AND WRITES A ‘1’ IN THE AIR )
JIM: (looks at balloon) (looks at Steve) (JIM SHAKES HIS HEAD).
ENDS.