(IGUANA waits in the lobby of a hotel that his brother and his girlfriend. He is slightly nervous and sweaty. IGUANA's BROTHER walks into the lobby.)
IGUANA: Hey how are you? Where's Rachel?
IGUANA's BROTHER: She's getting ready. You know how girls are?
IGUANA: Um...no actually I don't.
I.B.: (Laughs) I thought we'd run to the store while she gets ready. I got to pick up some things.
IGUANA: Yes, sure.
(They exit the lobby and walk down the street in silence. There is an awkwardness about them. A comfortable awkwardness that comes from over a decade of having lived together, but never knowing each other.)
IGUANA: This heat is horrible. I just sweat and sweat.
I.B.: Yes, it's hot.
IGUANA: So you guys shopped all day? Get anything good?
I.B.: (Shrugging) Well Rachel got lots of professional clothes for interviews for jobs. Listen, I have to tell you some things.
IGUANA: Huh?
I.B.: First. I smoke cigarettes. Don't ever tell mom!
IGUANA: (Small pause) Ha! She doesn't know!? You see her more than I do and every time she sees me she says, "I can tell you've been smoking." (IGUANA's BROTHER shakes his head) Heh, you must be very careful around her. She has a nose like a smoke alarm. I guess--
I.B.: I also smoke weed. I'm going to the store mainly to buy some blunts. Would you like to smoke with us?
IGUANA: (Stops in his tracks) HA! (Aside) Listen to me, I sound like Bette Davis! Well, yea that sounds terrific. I mean I wasn't sure if you still...
I.B.: I've never really stopped smoking weed.
(IGUANA pauses this moment is a fine line to walk and can turn awkward or okay at any moment.)
IGUANA: Sure, lets do this.
BLACKOUT
Tuesday, July 22
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