SCENE XII – BATHTUB/DRESSING ROOM with towel & clothes rack. HUGE bathtub
CHASE
Here we are.
JAZZ
God, this is luxe. Now I’m scared of drowning.
CHASE
(Touches her)
I have a lifesaving badge.
JAZZ
Coming in with me?
CHASE
Soulmates should never be apart too long. In relationships timing is everything and we don’t want to miss a beat.
JAZZ
Right. We might end up in different universes. Who’s to say we’d ever get back?
(She turns on taps, sounds of water flowing – bubbles)
CHASE
You’re getting bubbles all over the floor.
JAZZ
Who cares? Your mother already hates me.
CHASE
(Reaches in to turn off the jets)
She absolutely does not. My mother’s not a hater. Look at this. There seems to be a drain in the floor.
JAZZ
Seems to be? Didn’t you live here?
CHASE
Nope. This house is new to me.
JAZZ
What a thoughtful vortex we’ve fallen into.
(They undress. CHASE has chain tats twisting up his arms)
JAZZ
I see you made your status permanent. What with the chains.
(Touches them)
CHASE
I’ve got commitment. How about you? Any tattoos?
JAZZ
A tiny one you’ll never find.
(Slides into bath)
CHASE
Sure you want me in there? What if I’m contagious?
JAZZ
Here’s hoping we both are.
(He climbs in)
CHASE
You like it hot. Just like my mom. She thinks you’re not clean unless you remove the top layer of skin.
(JAZZ dumps bubbles on his head – they play – she squeals – he upends her looking for the tattoo))
CHASE
Here it is! I found it! What’s that – a hummingbird? A butterfly?
JAZZ
(Spitting bubbles)
It’s a dragonfly.
(They play. Ah, love)
Weren’t we doing something important before we got worm-holed away?
(Seductively)
CHASE
Nothing as important as this.
(Kissing)
JAZZ
Now I recognize you without your skin.
CHASE
You’ve heard the theory angels are hermaphrodites?
JAZZ
I missed that one.
CHASE
You can be my other wing.
(ZOYA strikes a gong in the front hallway)
CHASE
Uh oh. There goes the dinner bell.
JAZZ
There’s a dinner bell?
CHASE
Mom needs an audience for her extravaganzas.
JAZZ
She cooks her own birthday dinner?
CHASE
From scratch. She’s a one-woman homemaking army. What does your Mom do for her birthday?
JAZZ
We go to one of those sneeze guard buffets where children throw meatballs. Intro to Plague Theory.
(They wrestle, squealing)
CHASE
This is the best bath I ever had. I’m looking forward to getting dirty just so we can get clean again.
JAZZ
I know! It’s so much more fun with two of us!
CHASE
No baths with the Bexter?
JAZZ
Are you kidding? I had to use reverse psychology just to get him to shave. Please – no more Old Boyfriend talk. Let’s agree when we get out of this bath we will be completely new.
(Embrace)
CHASE
Agreed.
(Magical moments. ZOYA strikes gong again)
CHASE
Uh oh. Thirty second warning.
(He climbs out, helps her into towel)
Time for Lady’s Choice.
(Rack of clothes in spot)
JAZZ
I can be anyone I want? There’s plenty to choose from.
(Handles clothes)
Your mother wasn’t kidding. Most of these still have tags. Is your sister even real?
CHASE
Sure she is. She got all the niceness, I got all the meanness .
JAZZ
How can she nice and miss Mom’s birthday?
CHASE
You’ll see why. How about this one?
(Prom dress)
JAZZ
No I like this one better.
(Girl Scout uniform)
CHASE
Or Pocahontas.
(Fringed Indian outfit)
JAZZ
Or a cheerleader! Maybe there’s a football uniform for you. I have my fantasies, too.
CHASE
Better keep it simple. We might have to make a break for it.
(They don cleaner versions of their old clothes)
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