(Lights up. One man approaches

another at a party.

DAN has a drink in hand.)

JACK:

Dan, how you doin'?

DAN:

Uh, fine? Hah, how you doin' Jack?

JACK:

You know what I mean.

DAN:

No... can't say I do.

JACK:

(pointing to the drink)

How many is that, Dan?

DAN:

Are you serious?

JACK:

You know I am.

DAN:

Fuck off, Jack.

JACK:

I'm just trying to help.

DAN:

Well you're not, alright? You're just embarrassing me. Christ. I can take care of myself.

JACK:

Hey, I know that. But what would I be doing if I wasn't checking up on you?

DAN:

Something more productive? Less demeaning? Anything?

JACK:

I just know where one two many takes you.

DAN:

Well it's up to me to keep things under control. So I'll just say what I said from the very beginning, Jack: fuck off.

(DAN walks off. Lights fade.)