First Date

(Girl and boy stood at a bar in a pub.)

Dan: Right, what do you want to drink then? Do you want a pilsner, or a glass of wine?

Emily: Umm…. I’ll have a glass of wine, it gets me drunk quicker so at least that way we won’t spend much tonight (she giggles).

Dan: Alright well you go grab us a table and I’ll bring the drinks over.

(She walks over to a table and takes a seat. Boy walks over and places the drinks on the table.)

Dan: There you go, enjoy.

Emily: Thanks for getting those, I’ll grab the next ones.

Dan: No no, I asked you out on this date so I’ll be paying for the evening.

Emily: I couldn’t let you do that, it’s 2017 not 1917.

Dan: Well we’ll see won’t we, we’ll see who gets to the bar quicker. (He winks.)

(She smiles awkwardly, her face growing pink in colour as she tries to think of what to say.)

Emily: I’m really sorry if I seem awkward or nervous or quiet. I don’t really go out on dates, well no I’ll rephrase that. I don’t really get asked out on dates, so I’m a bit of a novice.

Dan: I don’t believe that for a second, I bet you get asked every day.

Emily: No really I don’t, it really worries me sometimes that people just find me really strange.

Dan: I think you’re unique, and that’s really hard to come by nowadays. I don’t really know you that well but already I think you’re one of the most interesting people I’ve met.

Emily: (Clears her throat.) Yeah well you would say that, you have to be nice to me on a date otherwise it wouldn’t go well would it (she hits him playfully on the arm.)

Dan: So tell me a bit more about yourself, what are your hobbies? Your aspirations in life?

Emily: If I’m honest I don’t really know what my aspirations are, I’m more of a go with the flow kinda gal. I think everything happens for a reason, so every decision I make, will lead me to where I need to be. My hobbies are writing and playing guitar. I’m not great at either but I love it, I lose myself and I love having something to focus on because if not, then my mind wonders and I go to places that I don’t want to go to.

Dan: Places like where?

Emily: Ah I don’t know, I just over think everything and get myself down about things sometimes.

Dan: Yeah I’m the same, I think everyone does it so don’t worry about it.

Emily: So what about you? What are your hobbies and aspirations?

Dan: Well I love skiing, I went on my first skiing holiday a few years ago with my dad and completely fell in love with it. I try to go every year now, nothing beats being up in the mountains in the fresh air. Your mind is cleared of any worries and it’s just so much fun.

Emily: Sounds like I need to take up skiing! (She winks jokingly.)

Dan: Maybe I could teach you then and we could go on a skiing holiday together. (He winks back.)

Emily: You do know I’m going to have to take you up on that offer don’t you?

Dan: Well of course, I expect no less. I couldn’t think of anything better than going with you, it’d be fun.

Emily: So apart from skiing have you got any other interests?

Dan: Well, I’m starting to develop a new interest quite quickly.

Emily: Oh yeah? What is it?

Dan: Well… (Clears throat.)

Emily: … Yeah? What?

Dan: Well it’s you.

Emily: Wow, (she chuckles), that’s the cutest thing anyone has ever said to me.

Dan: (He blushes,) I’m going to grab us some more drinks. (He leaves the table quickly with the now empty glasses and heads to the bar.)

Emily: (To herself) keep it chill, be smooth, and don’t put him off you. No matter what. Do. Not. Fart.

Dan: (He places the drinks on the table, hands shaking slightly.) Theeeere you go. Two secs I’ve just got to run back up to the bar. (He returns with a tray of shots.) So now we’re going to play a game of truth and shot. We each have to say something embarrassing about ourselves, and then take a shot ok? You in?

Emily: Oh god. You really don’t want to play this game with me. This is going to turn into our last date within minutes of playing.

Dan: I’m sure it’s not, it’ll be a fun way of getting to know each other without all the seriousness.

Emily: Well, I’m blaming you if this goes sour.

Dan: I’ll bet you ten pounds that we’ll have a blast. I can guarantee that I will want to take you out on another date after this.

Emily: Ok fine, deal. Who’s going first then?

Dan: Seeing as I suggested it I’ll go first, get the ball rolling. I once fell over in front of my whole school when I was getting my award for best rugby player of the season. (Takes a shot.)

Emily: I mean, that’s not really that embarrassing it’s more funny than anything. Well I didn’t stop peeing myself until I was 16. Yeah. That’s pretty embarrassing. (She takes a shot)

Dan: Did you have something wrong with you?

Emily: No no, I don’t think so anyway. It wouldn’t just happen randomly though I’ll tell you that now before you think I’m weird. It would only happen if someone made me laugh really hard.

Dan: Yeah… sure…

Emily: Honestly, I would have to take a spare pair of knickers in my school bag just in case someone made me laugh whilst I was at school.

Dan: Is it strange that I find that cute?

Emily: Slightly yeah, thanks for trying to make me feel better about it (She playfully hits him on the arm.)

Dan: Ok, once I got so drunk that I was paralytic at my friend’s house and my friends grandma had to drive me home. I threw up in her car, twice. (He takes a shot.)

Emily: That’s poor, I really don’t want to play this game anymore because I know I’m going to lose.

Dan: Don’t be a spoil sport!

Emily: I’m not, you just sound quite boring and normal if I’m honest!

Dan: What because I haven’t told you that I’ve shit myself yet?

Emily: (She bursts out laughing.) You. Have. Not!

Dan: You’re right I haven’t, but it made you laugh.


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