Harbinger: A Journal of Art & Literature | 2018-2019

Hmm… (Pause) I’ve got it!
ALEX: Really?!?
ADRIEN: Yes! Wait… no. Nevermind.
ALEX: Goddammit, Adrien.
ADRIEN: Sorry, Fashion is hard! (Nervously) I guess that’s the issue, huh.
ALEX: I might as well give up. This is going to be worse than that show in Dallas back
when I was a freshman.
ADRIEN: Hey, that trip wasn’t all bad.
ALEX: Really? Not only did my line fall apart, we missed our connection flight, our
hotel was shabby as hell, and our rental broke down so we missed the show at Casa
Mañana!
ADRIEN: Yeah, the trip didn’t turn out like we thought. But do you remember that last
night? We decided to take a walk in that nature reserve…
ALEX: And I was moaning about how bad the trip had been when you started playing music…
(ADRIEN turns on a slow waltz and grabs the red cloth from the table with a flourish)
ADRIEN: (Re-enacting his actions as he describes them) And I grabbed you by the waist,
spun you around, and /
ALEX: /…said “any night spent with me was a night worth having.” (Chuckles) I guess
there MIGHT be something to that suave French exterior.
ADRIEN: I was quite charming, wasn’t I?
ALEX: (Taking the cloth from ADRIEN and swiping him in the face with it) You have
your moments. How do you come up with that stuff anyway?
ADRIEN: I simply drown myself in the passions of romance and let the words spring forth.
ALEX: (Halts) A spring of passion, huh.
(Beat. ADRIEN and ALEX pause, looking at each other in shock.)
ALEX: (Glances down to the red cloth in his hand) You beautiful French bastard, that’s