Post by Stepan Malikov on Nov 19, 2019 17:07:15 GMT -5
ONE AM
The scene opens on Stepan sitting on a couch on top of a roof, looking out on a darkening Vegas skyline, he has a beer can in his hand, with twenty or so littered around him. He takes a sip of the beer in his hand as he listens to the sounds of the city, before he hears the sound of a ladder being climbed.
"Jerry, my boy, how much time can one man take to piss"
"That's no way to talk to the dude who brought you food"
Jerrys head pops up from the side of the roof, he climbs up with a bag of takeout.
"You beauty Jerry, if I didn't know any better I would think your trying to seduce me" Stepan says as tries to look as sultry as possible.
"Shut up and eat your burger" Jerry answers, throwing the bag at Stepan before sitting down and grabbing a can.
"Yes hon" Stepan giggles, tearing through the bag to find his food.
"So any word on your next match"?
"Yeah, its on my phone, take a look"
As Stepan devours his burger, Jerry grabs his phone off the ground and starts swiping through it.
"Tag Match, FemDom, huh, sounds easy enough for you and Alexander"
"Uh huh, hopefully after this we can get some singles opportunitys, really show our stuff"
"You don't want to go for the tag belts"?
"Nah, we both have had much higher aspirations then to slum it with the tag teams, we are more of an alliance then a team"
"Right, oh by the way, our landlord called earlier, he thinks it would be beneficial for us to take on a third" Jerry says, emphasizing beneficial.
"Yeah right, old fuck just wants an excuse to raise our rent, i'l give him a call tomorrow and make some shit up, should sort it"
"Please do, there is no way we could fit another human in here".
"Hahaha, unless they wanted to sleep on the roof" Stepan laughed, Jerry laughing with him.
"Cheers bud" Stepan says, holding his beer up.
"Cheers" Jerry replies, smacking his beer into Stepans.
SEVEN AM
The scene opens on Stepan standing in his kitchen, pacing back and forth while talking on the phone, Jerry sits at the table, eating some sort of cereal.
"Thank you for listening Mike, no it's fine, no harm no foul, yes yes, goodbye" Stepan says into his phone before hanging up.
"Dumb basted" he laughs.
Jerry looks up from his breakfast.
"Is that even a real thing"?
"God no, Krupa is just Russian for cereal, its not a fucking 'Russian Tradition', but Mikes to fucking stupid to know that, so fuck him" Stepan laughs.
"Whatever's necessary to keep this place a two person residence"
"Exactly, now while im working on shit, be a sweetie and do a little research on FemDom for me, I want to know what me and Alexander are in for"
"You got it"
"Aw, don't you just make me the happiest little housewife, thanks babe" Stepan says, blowing a kiss and skipping out the room.
"Yeah yeah"
NINE AM
The scene opens on Stepan furiously scribbling on a blueprint in his room, the walls lined with more blueprints for different models of microwaves, notepads litter the ground, in the corner is a small pot, where some sort of plant sits.
"If I can resize the fan, I can speed up, no no that won't work" he mumbles to himself, crossing something out.
Just then there is a knock at the door.
It opens to reveal Jerry, holding a laptop.
"Alright researching was boring so I thought we should just watch their last match, as I assume you didn't stick around to see it" he says, putting the laptop down on the floor.
"You assume correct, alright lets watch this shit" Stepan answers, rolling up the blueprint and throwing it onto his bed.
TEN PAST NINE AM
"Dang, those are some tough broads" Stepan says, picking at his nails. "You think seduction is an option"?
"No, I think that would be a death sentence" Jerry sighs out.
"Well shit, guess me and Alexander will actually have to work hard for this one, I was hoping all our matches would be like our last, but it looks like this ones gonna take more effort"
"Feeling nervous"
"Na, just annoyed im gonna need to try so hard, but it should't be a problem, as I have said before, me and Alexander got this shit"
"On lock, yeah I know"
"Good boy" Stepan says, giving Jerry a pat on the head.
"Shut up, let's go get some food"
"Good idea, I was running a little low on energy, where we going?" Stepan asks, standing up and grabbing a hoodie from the floor.
"Let's just go to Sals, I've gotta pick up my wallet from the store anyway" says Jerry, grabbing his laptop and leaving the room.
"Sweet, i can see if Alexander is in".
TEN AM
The scene opens as Jerry is coming down the ladder on the side of Malikovs Microwaves, Stepan is leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette.
"Is he in"?
"Nah, probably had another shoot or something, let's get going, im starving".
"Lead the way cap"
"Follow me private"
"Private, come on cap, I should at least be like a officer"
"Alright your losing me, I have no knowledge on army hierarchy"
"Your lucky we're here, I was about to blast you with my knowledge"
Jerry opens the doors as Stepan puts out his cigarette and follows him.
"Oh shit" Stepan whispers.
"Well look what the cat dragged in, Tweedledum and Tweedle piece of shit"
"I thought she didn't work wednesdays?" Jerry whispers.
"That's what I thought too"
"You two actually gonna order, or are you just gonna keep looking like a couple of dipshits"
"Christ Marie, calm down, we will have two cheese pizzas okay, then we can leave and hopefully never see each other again"
"Fine, Markus you get that"?
"Yup"
"Let's go sit on the other side of the store" Jerry whispers
"Yeah"
They both slowly make their way over to the furthest table in the store and sit down.
"Remind me why she hates us again?" Jerry asks.
"Well first I banged her, then I ghosted her, and now we are here, very complex I can see how you forgot" Stepan whispers sarcastically.
"Why the fuck did you think that was a good idea"?
"That's just how it went in Detroit, you would bang and usually never speak again, it was simple and effective, but these Vegas bitches, all
about that relationship crap, who the fuck has the time".
"Fuck, why did you ever leave"?
"I've been asking myself that more and more lately"
They both shrug and continue talking in hushed tones until their food was ready.
"Alright, here's your food, that will be seventeen dollars" said Marie, trying her best not to scowl.
"Right, goodbye forever Marie" said Stepan, slowly backing away.
Marie flips him off as he and Jerry scamper out.
ONE PM
The scene opens on Stepan and Jerry sitting on a couch in their living room, in front of them is a sealed cardboard box on top of a coffee table with 'For S and J' written on the side in sharpie.
"Any ideas"?
"None, there isn't even a return addressees"
"I swear to god if those fucking crackheads put a dead rat in there im buying a fucking gun"
"Only one way to find out"
Jerry tears open the top, looks inside and sighs.
"Goddamn it"
"What is it"?
"Come look"
Stepan gets up and peers into the box, he also sighs.
"Guess I should look into that gun then".
SIX PM
The scene opens on Stepan once again pacing around the kitchen, this time keeping watch over a laptop screen with his bank info open,
Jerry is sitting at the table reading the newspaper.
The screen soon refreshes, showing the total profit of the days sales.
"Fuck yeah dude, that's up by 17 percent"
"Is that a good thing"?
"Its the best possible thing, quick, put on Electric Avenue"
"Why"?
"I wanna celebrate dummy"
"Oh, right"
Jerry walks over to the laptop, opens youtube and plays Electric Avenue.
What follows is a long winded dance sequence through the house, by two men with zero rhythm, so i'l save you the pain.
TEN PM
Stepan sits alone, on the floor of his room, beer cans scattered everywhere, he tosses another to the floor and picks up another. He is once again scribbling on a blueprint.
"If I can get it to go 'burp' 10 percent faster, I might win a fucking Nobel" he mumbles to himself.
His phone goes off, scaring him enough to spill beer on the blueprint.
"Dang it"
He picks up his phone, it's a text from Jerry, it reads 'Go to fucking sleep asshole'.
"That's probably a good idea, good boy Jerry" he whispers to himself.
After trashing the wet blueprint, he slips into bed, taking one final swig of his beer, before tossing it across the room.
"Kobe" he mumbles as he drifts into slumber.
ELEVEN THIRTY PM
Stepan pisses in the bed.
The scene opens on Stepan sitting on a couch on top of a roof, looking out on a darkening Vegas skyline, he has a beer can in his hand, with twenty or so littered around him. He takes a sip of the beer in his hand as he listens to the sounds of the city, before he hears the sound of a ladder being climbed.
"Jerry, my boy, how much time can one man take to piss"
"That's no way to talk to the dude who brought you food"
Jerrys head pops up from the side of the roof, he climbs up with a bag of takeout.
"You beauty Jerry, if I didn't know any better I would think your trying to seduce me" Stepan says as tries to look as sultry as possible.
"Shut up and eat your burger" Jerry answers, throwing the bag at Stepan before sitting down and grabbing a can.
"Yes hon" Stepan giggles, tearing through the bag to find his food.
"So any word on your next match"?
"Yeah, its on my phone, take a look"
As Stepan devours his burger, Jerry grabs his phone off the ground and starts swiping through it.
"Tag Match, FemDom, huh, sounds easy enough for you and Alexander"
"Uh huh, hopefully after this we can get some singles opportunitys, really show our stuff"
"You don't want to go for the tag belts"?
"Nah, we both have had much higher aspirations then to slum it with the tag teams, we are more of an alliance then a team"
"Right, oh by the way, our landlord called earlier, he thinks it would be beneficial for us to take on a third" Jerry says, emphasizing beneficial.
"Yeah right, old fuck just wants an excuse to raise our rent, i'l give him a call tomorrow and make some shit up, should sort it"
"Please do, there is no way we could fit another human in here".
"Hahaha, unless they wanted to sleep on the roof" Stepan laughed, Jerry laughing with him.
"Cheers bud" Stepan says, holding his beer up.
"Cheers" Jerry replies, smacking his beer into Stepans.
SEVEN AM
The scene opens on Stepan standing in his kitchen, pacing back and forth while talking on the phone, Jerry sits at the table, eating some sort of cereal.
"Thank you for listening Mike, no it's fine, no harm no foul, yes yes, goodbye" Stepan says into his phone before hanging up.
"Dumb basted" he laughs.
Jerry looks up from his breakfast.
"Is that even a real thing"?
"God no, Krupa is just Russian for cereal, its not a fucking 'Russian Tradition', but Mikes to fucking stupid to know that, so fuck him" Stepan laughs.
"Whatever's necessary to keep this place a two person residence"
"Exactly, now while im working on shit, be a sweetie and do a little research on FemDom for me, I want to know what me and Alexander are in for"
"You got it"
"Aw, don't you just make me the happiest little housewife, thanks babe" Stepan says, blowing a kiss and skipping out the room.
"Yeah yeah"
NINE AM
The scene opens on Stepan furiously scribbling on a blueprint in his room, the walls lined with more blueprints for different models of microwaves, notepads litter the ground, in the corner is a small pot, where some sort of plant sits.
"If I can resize the fan, I can speed up, no no that won't work" he mumbles to himself, crossing something out.
Just then there is a knock at the door.
It opens to reveal Jerry, holding a laptop.
"Alright researching was boring so I thought we should just watch their last match, as I assume you didn't stick around to see it" he says, putting the laptop down on the floor.
"You assume correct, alright lets watch this shit" Stepan answers, rolling up the blueprint and throwing it onto his bed.
TEN PAST NINE AM
"Dang, those are some tough broads" Stepan says, picking at his nails. "You think seduction is an option"?
"No, I think that would be a death sentence" Jerry sighs out.
"Well shit, guess me and Alexander will actually have to work hard for this one, I was hoping all our matches would be like our last, but it looks like this ones gonna take more effort"
"Feeling nervous"
"Na, just annoyed im gonna need to try so hard, but it should't be a problem, as I have said before, me and Alexander got this shit"
"On lock, yeah I know"
"Good boy" Stepan says, giving Jerry a pat on the head.
"Shut up, let's go get some food"
"Good idea, I was running a little low on energy, where we going?" Stepan asks, standing up and grabbing a hoodie from the floor.
"Let's just go to Sals, I've gotta pick up my wallet from the store anyway" says Jerry, grabbing his laptop and leaving the room.
"Sweet, i can see if Alexander is in".
TEN AM
The scene opens as Jerry is coming down the ladder on the side of Malikovs Microwaves, Stepan is leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette.
"Is he in"?
"Nah, probably had another shoot or something, let's get going, im starving".
"Lead the way cap"
"Follow me private"
"Private, come on cap, I should at least be like a officer"
"Alright your losing me, I have no knowledge on army hierarchy"
"Your lucky we're here, I was about to blast you with my knowledge"
Jerry opens the doors as Stepan puts out his cigarette and follows him.
"Oh shit" Stepan whispers.
"Well look what the cat dragged in, Tweedledum and Tweedle piece of shit"
"I thought she didn't work wednesdays?" Jerry whispers.
"That's what I thought too"
"You two actually gonna order, or are you just gonna keep looking like a couple of dipshits"
"Christ Marie, calm down, we will have two cheese pizzas okay, then we can leave and hopefully never see each other again"
"Fine, Markus you get that"?
"Yup"
"Let's go sit on the other side of the store" Jerry whispers
"Yeah"
They both slowly make their way over to the furthest table in the store and sit down.
"Remind me why she hates us again?" Jerry asks.
"Well first I banged her, then I ghosted her, and now we are here, very complex I can see how you forgot" Stepan whispers sarcastically.
"Why the fuck did you think that was a good idea"?
"That's just how it went in Detroit, you would bang and usually never speak again, it was simple and effective, but these Vegas bitches, all
about that relationship crap, who the fuck has the time".
"Fuck, why did you ever leave"?
"I've been asking myself that more and more lately"
They both shrug and continue talking in hushed tones until their food was ready.
"Alright, here's your food, that will be seventeen dollars" said Marie, trying her best not to scowl.
"Right, goodbye forever Marie" said Stepan, slowly backing away.
Marie flips him off as he and Jerry scamper out.
ONE PM
The scene opens on Stepan and Jerry sitting on a couch in their living room, in front of them is a sealed cardboard box on top of a coffee table with 'For S and J' written on the side in sharpie.
"Any ideas"?
"None, there isn't even a return addressees"
"I swear to god if those fucking crackheads put a dead rat in there im buying a fucking gun"
"Only one way to find out"
Jerry tears open the top, looks inside and sighs.
"Goddamn it"
"What is it"?
"Come look"
Stepan gets up and peers into the box, he also sighs.
"Guess I should look into that gun then".
SIX PM
The scene opens on Stepan once again pacing around the kitchen, this time keeping watch over a laptop screen with his bank info open,
Jerry is sitting at the table reading the newspaper.
The screen soon refreshes, showing the total profit of the days sales.
"Fuck yeah dude, that's up by 17 percent"
"Is that a good thing"?
"Its the best possible thing, quick, put on Electric Avenue"
"Why"?
"I wanna celebrate dummy"
"Oh, right"
Jerry walks over to the laptop, opens youtube and plays Electric Avenue.
What follows is a long winded dance sequence through the house, by two men with zero rhythm, so i'l save you the pain.
TEN PM
Stepan sits alone, on the floor of his room, beer cans scattered everywhere, he tosses another to the floor and picks up another. He is once again scribbling on a blueprint.
"If I can get it to go 'burp' 10 percent faster, I might win a fucking Nobel" he mumbles to himself.
His phone goes off, scaring him enough to spill beer on the blueprint.
"Dang it"
He picks up his phone, it's a text from Jerry, it reads 'Go to fucking sleep asshole'.
"That's probably a good idea, good boy Jerry" he whispers to himself.
After trashing the wet blueprint, he slips into bed, taking one final swig of his beer, before tossing it across the room.
"Kobe" he mumbles as he drifts into slumber.
ELEVEN THIRTY PM
Stepan pisses in the bed.