Scene 1

[Prince Charming Regal Carousel, Walt Disney World in Florida, 12:35pm, More Linger and Wave]

Frank: (returns with two cups of Dippin' Dots, hands one to Gerard) Here you go.

Gerard: (genually surprised) You actually got me one...thank you.

Frank: Yeah, yeah. Wanna do me a favor in return?

Gerard: (suspicious) I won't swear if that's what you want...

Frank: What? No, forget that. A real favor.

Gerard: Like what?

Frank: I need a smoke.

Gerard: Okay?

Frank: I wanna smoke.

Gerard: You can't here.

Frank: I know, I know. That's the favor part.

Gerard: What do you want me to do about it?

Frank: Be on the look out for any Simon-s patrolling the area.

Gerard: (frowns) No.

Frank: (groans) Pet! You are Simon's pet.

Gerard: (petulant, crossing his arms) I'm not.

Frank: Prove it. C'mon. One smoke. It's not a big deal.

Gerard: We can't smoke inside the park. It's against the rules. There's children around and they try to keep this space smoke-free so they don't get cancers.

Frank: We?

Gerard: (self-conscious) What?

Frank: You smoke?

Gerard: What does it matter? (avoiding the topic) It won't change the fact that you need to exit first-

Frank: No, no. Wait. (pause for emphasis) You smoke?

Gerard: Yes I do. Drop it now.

Frank: You more than smoke. You're a smoker. Ha, I did not see that coming for real. I guess smoking is a side effect of Disney.

Gerard: Smoking is a side effect of weakness.

Frank: Woah there, Nietzsche, don't get too deep on us, minimum wage workers.

Gerard: I'm not too proud of being an addict so if we can stop talking about it, I'd really-

Frank: (on his own tangent, giddy) Poster boy for Disney smoke cigs like a chimney. Oh, shame on you, Gerard.. Shame on you.

Gerard: Stop.

Frank: I can hear Walt Disney rolling his eyes in his grave right now.

Gerard: Dude, stop.

Frank: Dude, don't call me dude.

Gerard: (rolling his eyes, under his breath, quietly) Don't call me this, don't call me that. Jesus Christ, so high-maintenance.

Frank: Are you swearing?

Gerard: No.

Frank: Did you just take the name of Jesus, our lord and savior, in vain?

Gerard: No, I just...I didn't...

Frank: Gerard is full of disappointments today.

Gerard: Don't be mean.

Frank: (shaking his head) Let's take a smoke break. I'm dying to smoke right now. I'm sure you are too.

Gerard: I'm fine.

Frank: You're fidgeting with your shirt. It's wrinkled as hell. I finally get why you do that. You constantly need a smoke. I do it with my hair, constantly pull on the ends when I crave one real bad, or bite my nails...Look, no nails, it's gross, yeah?

Gerard: I bite mine too when I'm nervous. But I don't fidget.

Frank: Yeah you do. You put your hands in your mouth, your hair, you tap them against everything...look, you're tapping them against the cup right now.

Gerard: (stops moving his hands, flattens them around the cup) I don't constantly need a smoke because I'm quitting.

Frank: When? In the next the years?

Gerard: No, shut up. I'm quitting soon. I'd rather not have you here to tempt me really. I was doing well today. Only had one coming over.

Frank: It's like twelve. One in two hours is not doing you well. You need one. Come. I'll let you bum one of mine. (takes the pack out of his back pocket and waves it around) Come on, come on, Gerard. You know you want one in your mouth.

Gerard: (hesitating) Outside?

Frank: (whining) No, that's so far away. Behind Space Mountain. Let's smoke there.

Gerard: We can't Frank.

Frank: C'mon! Nobody will know or care for that matter. You think parents don't sneak a smoke inside?

Gerard: Parents don't work for Disney. Parents are not in costume, roleplaying their children's favorite characters. If they find us, we'll get fired. I need this job.

Frank: Fired? Over a cig? Please. I sneak three in a day. Everyday.

Gerard: I'm not doing it.

Frank: Pussy.

Gerard: (annoyed) Don't call me that.

Frank: That's what you are, a pussy and you should accept the label if you wanna keep pussying out of stuff.

Gerard: I don't wanna get fired. That doesn't make me a...coward.

Frank: We won't get freaking fired! You wanna smoke or not? I'm losing my patience here.

Gerard: (hurt) I'm sorry... (sighing) I do wanna smoke. Come outside with me.

Frank: (dry) Here we go...

Gerard: Please. So we can keep it clean here...for the kids. Let's just smoke outside. It's not that far. I'll carry you-

Frank: We might get fired for not being at our shifts.

Gerard: They can do that?

Frank: Oh yeah, There's cameras at the entrance. Simon will call you to his office and scream at you. He's very grouchy, You wouldn't want that, right?

Gerard: I didn't know that wasn't allowed...

Frank: It isn't, so you wanna smoke with me or not?

Gerard: Outside?

Frank: Not outside! Here. Space Mountain. Why do you keep repeating the same shit?

Gerard: (torn) We can't.

Frank: (rolling his eyes, put off) Fine. I'm off. Peace. (starts walking away)

Gerard: But...I just... (gulps, shakily) Frank? (nervous) I'll keep a lookout for you...if you wish, if you want.

Frank: (smirking) Come on.

Scene 2

[Space Mountain, Walt Disney World in Florida, 1:12pm, Sneak Smoking]

Frank: (smoking a cigarette at a lazy pace) Don't look so worried. We're not gonna get captured by the Nazis.

Gerard: (pacing around worriedly) That's...not even an okay thing to say.

Frank: What? Too soon?

Gerard: Yes.

Frank: (chuckles) Alright, whatever you say. (extends the cigarette towards him) Wanna bum mine?

Gerard: (looks back, bites his lip guiltily) No, I can't.

Frank: Come on, you're frantic. You need a drag.

Gerard: I don't. I'm fine.

Frank: Stop denying things that are obvious. It's annoying.

Gerard: I'm not.

Frank: But you just di- (shakes his head) Forget it. Come here.

Gerard: I don't think I should...

Frank: (angrily) Gerard! Just fucking come here.

Gerard: (caught off guard, opens his mouth to speak but closes it again, walking towards
Frank) Alright, don't get mad.

Frank: (annoyed) I'm not mad. (when Gerard is close enough, softly) Here. (feeds him the cigarette, not letting go as Gerard puts his mouth on it and inhales, closing his eyes in joy) It won't make you a bad person to just do this once in while. You need it. The kids can wait.

Gerard: (after a few puffs, looking much calmer) Thanks.

Frank: (puts it back in his own mouth, mumbling) Welcome. Next time, don't make me shove it in your mouth.

Gerard: (blushing, coughing) Ah...right... (coughing) You make a lot of...of...innuendos, without noticing.

Frank: (smiling again) Want more?

Gerard: (flushed, choked up) Wh-what? I'm sorry what?

Frank: (amused, grinning) Wanna smoke the rest of it? (handing his the cig) And I do notice. You give me no credit, Way. I'm offended, really.

Gerard: (pulls out a new cigarette from the pack) You're trouble.

Frank: No shit, Sherlock.

Notes

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