Fiona sits at the countertop and counts bills. Her good friend and CFO, Evelyn, is operating a printing calculator. The two are shrouded in darkness. She and Evelyn aren’t entirely pleased with today’s earnings. Turnout was bad, drinks were slow and the music was mediocre at best. What’s worse is none of the bands sold any merchandise, so they couldn’t skim anything off of them either.
FIONA
Eighteen… Nineteen…
EVEYN
I cannot believe
how bad it is out.
FIONA
Yeah, how cold?
EVELYN
Yeah.
Evelyn is drinking tea.
FIONA
(beat)
Rough night.
EVELYN
Yeah.
FIONA
We didn’t make
fuckin’ anything.
EVELYN
What’d they make?
FIONA
Who? Them? Or the
band?
EVELYN
Them.
FIONA
I don’t know. You
can go ask.
EVELYN
Nah. What about
the band?
FIONA
Like, a hundred and
fifty dollars.
EVELYN
Phew!
FIONA
Mhm.
EVELYN
Not good.
FIONA
You want me to
go ask? And, you
finish counting
up for me?
EVELYN
Yeah, sure.
Fiona leaves the kitchen and walks upstairs to the farthest left room wherein we see TOMMY IMANI, MAVIS BLAESE-VERA, and OLIVER WILK who are all individually high to various degrees. Mavis is evening out a stack of bills whilst Tommy, sitting on the bed, is reading an open LAPTOP while simultaneously taking notes. Oliver sits half asleep.
FIONA
We were just checking
if you were done.
MAVIS
Three sixty-five.
FIONA
Alright.
Fiona begins to leave the room.
TOMMY
Fiona.
She turns around suddenly.
TOMMY
The hell happened
down there? Sounded
dead.
FIONA
Was.
Tommy nods and Fiona exits back down to the kitchen where Evelyn had completed the count, separating the security cut from the venue cut. Fiona grabs the small stack. Evelyn looks worried.
FIONA
So this is…
EVELYN
One o’ five.
Fiona looks at Evelyn grimly. She casually points the bills at Evelyn.
FIONA
You sure?
EVELYN
Fifi, if you wanna
count it, you can
count it. That’s
five percent.
FIONA
(sigh)
Shit.
Fiona shakes her head and walks back upstairs with the lackluster pile. As she enters Mavis and Tommy look up, she hands Mavis the money and Mavis takes it but not before shooting Fiona a look, she counts it.
FIONA
It’s all there.
MAVIS
A hundred and five
dollars, Fiona?
FIONA
(beat)
I know.
TOMMY
(beat)
Well, shit.
FIONA
That’s all we have.
TOMMY
You’re good.
Fiona sighs and sits on the floor. She gestures over to Mavis for a cigarette and Mavis lends her the box and lighter. Fiona lights a Cigarette.
MAVIS
You okay?
FIONA
(sigh)
Yeah.
TOMMY
Rough night?
FIONA
Yeah.
(giggling)
The band sucked.
All
Laugh, etc.
TOMMY
Well, now you can
Go to bed at least.
FIONA
Yeah. Well, not
until you guys leave.
TOMMY
We’ll be on our way.
MAVIS
(mockingly)
We wanna spend time
with you, Fifi!
FIONA
(joking)
Oh yeah?!
Mavis laughs and tilts her head, she looks away, laughing.
TOMMY
Shit, we have school
tomorrow. Oliver!
Tommy throws a plush toy at Oliver, who instantly wakes up.
TOMMY
Get your ass up!
We’re leaving.
Tommy closes his laptop, puts it in his bag and stands up. Mavis ties a rubber band around her cash after slipping herself a few bills. She gets up along with Tommy, Fiona gets up too but doesn’t start exiting.
OLIVER
Oh shit.
MAVIS
Yeah, oh shit.