(A Bathroom. NATALIE enters, followed by KATE. NATALIE walks to the mirror, she looks into it, touching her face lightly as she speaks.)
NATALIE: So…?
KATE: …So?
NATALIE: So stop being a bitch Kate! Tell me what you and that guy were talking about.
(pause)
Now.
KATE: We weren’t really talking about anything. Just… small talk or whatever. I don’t remember.
NATALIE: Bullshit.
KATE: I don’t! God, why does it even matter?!
NATALIE: Because Katie… this is the sort of thing we talk about, and get excited about. A nice boy talking to you at a party is a very exciting thing.
KATE: That’s… we never talk about anything, even a little bit like this. Boys never talk to me.
NATALIE: I know. It’s unprecedented and that makes it extra exciting.
(pause)
Sometimes I just want us to have a conversation about a specific thing you know?
KATE: What?
NATALIE: It’s always so vague with you! Like can we for once talk about something that isn’t, I don’t know, about the human condition or the greater fucking implications of the universe. Can’t we talk about something that actually exists in our actual lives?! Something that actually means something because I can actually see it, you know, taking place.
(pause)
KATE: He asked me what I was drinking. I told him tequila and he said, “brutal”. It was the most pointless conversation I’ve ever had. Sometimes boys at parties don’t mean anything Nat.
NATALIE: Well whatever. It’s a start.
