Drunken Deep Thoughts

[Scott [NAPW Staff]]

(Lights up. It is the lounge of a BPs, the downtown one from the looks of it. A group of wellwishers and fans have surrounded MIKE, who is standing on a chair with one of the NAPW Tag belts around his waist. The name "Bruce Richards" is still engraved on it. The fans are all chanting "Chug, chug!" as he gulps down yet another pint to a chorus of cheers. He finishes the glass, slams it down next to three others, burps loudly, and raises his arms in triumph. The group cheers again, and the camera pans to the side. Seated amidst the rowdy party in a booth off to the side are CAMERON and TIFFANY. Cam has just downed his second shot and is working on a beer. Tiffany is onto her third girly drink and is staring at the name "Kyle Roberts" on Cam's belt, which sits on the table between them next to a half finished plate of nachos. She is tipsy, and slurs as she speaks.)

TIFFANY: (To herself.) Ravager...

CAM: (Glancing over.) Hmm?

TIFFANY: S'just... was Stylin' Kyle always a big jerk?

CAM: I'm not really sure I follow.

TIFFANY: (Smiles.) S'nothing... jus' thinkin' about somethin' someone told me the other day.

(Tiffany raises her drink and clinks it against Cam's, just as Mike rushes by heading for the bathroom, covering his mouth. Lights out.)