fantasy girls.

FADE IN: kitchen, at a party.

“So what do you do?” he asks preparing 2 tequila shots.

“I work at a bar,” she adjusts her glasses.


“Oh, I use to do be a bartender, which one?”

On the spot, “Uh, Fantasy Girls.”


He stops and turns to her, “Fantasy Girls?”

She nods a little too enthusiastically, “Uh-huh.”

He’s surprised. “Cool. Where’s that?”



“Whereabouts in Midtown?”

“11th Ave near the Hudson, it’s pretty hidden.”

“In Midtown?”

“Yup. What do you do?” she asks.

He passes her the shot, “I work in finances now.”


“What type of finances?”

“Uh, like analyzing data and stuff – pretty boring,” his laugh is forced.

Her eyebrows rise, impressed.

He raises his shot glass, “Here’s to us!”

“To us,” she says with a smile.

Cheers. They gulp.