A short play in two acts

Act One
Scene 1 - Rob settles in DC, finds a job at BSA and gets sick a lot
Rob: I feel like crap...that's why I am home early...I'll have to see about the party. I'm having some of that soup...it's awesome...gonna sleep a bit to see if i feel better though
Brandon: Yeah, you'll adjust - there's the travel, the stimulation, the terror of not having a job - you'll be okay. I've got your back. Oh, your shirt, that one with the colored stripes? It needs to be field tested.

Scene 2 - Rob Chills Out
Rob: Hey...wanna pay $50 to go drink rum punch in Alexandria this Friday?
Brandon: Why would I pay money for that?
Rob: I just saw it in the Express, it's a charity thing to benefit the Gatsby Museum
Brandon: Do we get to drive around in our Stutz Bearcat, picking up flappers? I feel like old money.

Scene 3 - Rob Learns about Home Invasion
Brandon: So, the door was unlocked and partially open when I got in last night...
Rob: ARE YOU SERIOUS???
Brandon: It's no big deal, I just would rather not invite trouble.
Rob: Well, I'll have to pay closer attention to that then...
Brandon: Actually, what we should get is a Gattling Gun, for security, "It appears to be overheating from all the Hippies and Montgomery County Residents (sic)!"


Act Two
Scene 1 - Brandon helps Rob with the March of Dimes
Brandon: I thought of our costumes for the conference dance. I'll go as the drug induced rocker, Tommy Lee, and you can go as Pamela Anderson. We can video tape it.
Rob: Good Lord

Scene 2 - Rob puts up with Me because if he doesn't, I'll lie to his parents about something he did
Brandon: "Ahhhhhh, now, drop it like it has more potential energy than at room temperature"
Rob: Yes, you are bored...I can see that...
Brandon: "Drop it like its electrons are escaping to the next orbit"
Brandon: "Drop, drop it like it's changing state"
Rob: I really don't think you're going to get a recording career...sorry to burst your bubble
Brandon: Sounds like you have an attitude...I may have to "Pop it like its hot"

Scene 3 - Rob starts looking for another roommate
Brandon: I watched dirty dancing last night. Remember when you were 16? Not quite a girl, not yet a woman?
Rob: I'm still there. Did you forget to take your meds this morning?
Brandon: I took some of yours - I go through your things every morning, to see what's changed from the night before. Then I drank the rest of my Trader Joes Pomegranate juice mixed with the vodka in the freezer and came to work wearing scuba flippers and looking for a fight. Along the way, I punched a neighbor's dog, flashed some old ladies from the home owners association and egged a school bus.
Rob: Only one school bus?
Brandon: I'm not an animal, Rob.