A male and a female are in the kitchen area of a Brooklyn loft apartment. They are surrounded by many others and a band are playing in the main living area of the small loft. The female is frantically waving her arms at the male.
MALE: I didn't know when we first met we'd be this depressed.
FEMALE: I knew, I fucking knew, I fucking told you
MALE: [Reaching for a beer] Well, thanks for the heads up
FEMALE: It's not my fault, you know this. Don't make this about me, don't make it my fucking fault, I cared for you, I fucking cared.
MALE: [Sips on his beer in a casual manner] Maybe if I was Steve you'd let me make this about you.
FEMALE: fuck...[she pauses] fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. [She turns her back to the male] I don't even want you here anymore, get the fuck out. [shouting] GET THE FUCK OUT!
MALE: [Grabbing the female and turning to face him] I'm not leaving, all my friends are here, can we do this tomorrow, can we do this when everyone leaves?
FEMALE: [Pushing him away] Leave me alone, just, just leave. No, don't I'm leaving, I'm going for a walk and I wont be back, I'm going to kill myself, I'm going to kill myself because of you prick.
The female pushes her way past the crowd and out the door, the male follows but stops short of the door, turns and heads back through the crowd and into the kitchen area where he pours a large drink and swallows it almost instantly.
MALE: fuck it. [He shrugs and opens the large windows to the balcony and looks down.] fuck it.
The male looks back to the crowd of people who are busy paying attention to the band, he utters an inaudible sentence. The male jumps.
MALE: I didn't know when we first met we'd be this depressed.
FEMALE: I knew, I fucking knew, I fucking told you
MALE: [Reaching for a beer] Well, thanks for the heads up
FEMALE: It's not my fault, you know this. Don't make this about me, don't make it my fucking fault, I cared for you, I fucking cared.
MALE: [Sips on his beer in a casual manner] Maybe if I was Steve you'd let me make this about you.
FEMALE: fuck...[she pauses] fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. [She turns her back to the male] I don't even want you here anymore, get the fuck out. [shouting] GET THE FUCK OUT!
MALE: [Grabbing the female and turning to face him] I'm not leaving, all my friends are here, can we do this tomorrow, can we do this when everyone leaves?
FEMALE: [Pushing him away] Leave me alone, just, just leave. No, don't I'm leaving, I'm going for a walk and I wont be back, I'm going to kill myself, I'm going to kill myself because of you prick.
The female pushes her way past the crowd and out the door, the male follows but stops short of the door, turns and heads back through the crowd and into the kitchen area where he pours a large drink and swallows it almost instantly.
MALE: fuck it. [He shrugs and opens the large windows to the balcony and looks down.] fuck it.
The male looks back to the crowd of people who are busy paying attention to the band, he utters an inaudible sentence. The male jumps.
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