EXT. STREET -- NIGHT
Kalliope and Travis walk down a back alley, no one is around. They are both already visibly drunk. Kalliope stops and looks at Travis coyly. She looks him up and down, weighing this option.
KALLIOPE
You want a hot dog?
INT. HOT DOG RESTAURANT -- MOMENTS LATER
Kalliope grabs Travis's hand and walks him through the restaurant, completely ignoring the counter, heading straight to a back phone book. She pushes Travis in, looks around to make sure nobody is watching, pushes passed Travis, and opens a secret door.
INT. SPEAKEASY -- MOMENTS LATER
Travis looks around, and takes the environment in. There are very few people here, the speakeasy is completely immersed in the past. No signs of modern technology are evident.
TRAVIS
You know you kind of got me craving a hot dog.
KALLIOPE
Oh, we'll get hot dogs. I just had to make sure you were cool first.
Travis stands up and starts to walk to the bar.
TRAVIS
7 & 7. Orange, Lime, Cherry.
KALLIOPE
Oh, we are way passed 7 & 7s. Sit, relax. This ones on me.
Kalliope walks to the bar, and Travis pulls out his cell phone. A waiter comes by.
WAITER
Sir, you are going to have to turn that off. We don't allow cell phones in here.
TRAVIS
Oh.
(quietly)
Sorry.
Kalliope comes back to the table, with two coffee mugs. She slides on over to him, not sitting down.
KALLIOPE
Miss me?
(not letting him answer)
Of course you did, but you can relax, I've returned.
Travis ignores this and takes a sip from the mug, unaware of what he is drinking.
TRAVIS
Strong coffee. What is it?
KALLIOPE
That, my dear, is a very delicious 140 proof bourbon mixed with a very not delicious thing they call absinthe.
TRAVIS
So you take me to a bar, get me drunk, just to go to another bar.
KALLIOPE
You are honestly going to sit there and tell me you have never hit more than one bar in a single evening. Plus, you seem like an old soul.
TRAVIS
Oh do I?
KALLIOPE
I've got your number Mister Dillinger.
TRAVIS
You think you have me all figured out, huh?
(pause)
I have a few tricks up my sleeve.
Kalliope brushes his cheek and slowly goes to whisper in his ear.
KALLIOPE
So do I.
Kalliope gets up and walks away. Travis sits there, completely confused. The faint sound of a piano being played can be faintly heard. Travis turns to look at her. Kalliope plays and sings a jazzy, sentimental song.
INT. SPEAKEASY -- MOMENTS LATER
TRAVIS
That was great.
KALLIOPE
You couldn't come up with a better adjective than that? You strike me as the type who could come up with a less cliche way of saying you enjoyed it. Besides, you should be flattered. I don't let just anybody hear me sing.
TRAVIS
Just close friends and family?
KALLIOPE
Complete strangers mostly.
TRAVIS
But you have my number, remember? How much of a completely stranger can I really be?
Kalliope laughs.
KALLIOPE
Finish your drink. Night isn't over yet.
Kalliope winks at him.
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