It’s so dark. Where am I? Who said that? Me. You. You. Where are my cigarettes? Who’s there? I am. You are. The man, blonde and sharp-featured, sat across from the raven-haired beauty with green knife-like eyes. On the table top between them sat a gun. How’d I get here? Where’s here? That’s what I said. Who said that? Me. You. You. You got me here, you sanctimonious prick. Who’s a prick? You are. Me? No, you. But where’s here? Here is here. Here can’t be there or else it wouldn’t be here. What? What? Look, just point me at the light switch ok? Nothing’s ok. Their eyes locked like a steel vault. The magazine was full and both of them knew it. Their hands were itchy and twitchy and their hearts burned in their chests and felt like jackhammers. Who said that? I don’t think there is a light switch. Just let me out. No, let me out. I’m not even supposed to be here. Who? Me. You? You? No, me. Why aren’t you supposed to be here? What makes you so God damn special? Who me? Shut up. But, where’s here? Here not there. This is your classic “two men in a box” scene. That’s bullshit. How many of you guys are there? Me. Me. Me. And me. Ok, let’s sit down and figure this out. I’m not sitting down with you. Why not? I just want a cigarette. Anyone got a cigarette? I could use a drink. Anyone have a drink? Shut up. You got me here, you get me out. Hey, I’m trying to get me out. Think you’re so special? You’re a twofaced rat of a bastard and you know it. You’re pissing me off man… No, you pissed me off. Four hands jumped to the gun like coiled jungle cats. With the gun held fast in her well-manicured hand, his hands limped backward across the rough wooden top like crippled spiders. I can’t sit down. I can’t find a chair. He probably hid them or broke them or sold them or something. Asshole. What did you say? I called you an asshole. What is your deal? My deal is her deal. Who she? Where’s she? Not here. She’s there. Will someone shut that philosophical parrot the fuck up? Seriously. You know who she is. You’re the one that fucked her roommate. Now I really need a cigarette. Ruby? How do you know Ruby? We all know Ruby. That’s what got us here in the first fucking place. But-but-but… She hefted the gun and pointed at him. She leveled it out like a professional. She pointed the gun at him like a lipstick. Like a cigarette. Like a finger. Like payback. What’s Ruby got to do with this? Everything. She knows about that hot sweaty drunken night with Christina. When Ruby made eggs for you two days ago, scrambled with cheese… My favorite… Don’t interrupt me, you piece of shit. Yeah, you twit, eggs and cheese and Demerol. Demerol? She cocked the hammer back hard and her red polished nails made him think of love and blood and death. I’m going to have to spell it out for you aren’t I? Demerol? Somewhere… Not here. There. What did I fucking say about interrupting me, huh? Where were you? Me? Shut up, God damn it. Out there, you’re in a fucking hospital bed in an overdose coma. Out there, Ruby ran off to Brazil with her personal trainer. Out there, you’re fucking dying. Oh, that’s why I can’t find my cigarettes…Bang.