Ella Hickson

The kitchen of a five-man student flat, Edinburgh.

An unusually hot summer.

Rubbish bags pile up in the corners.

there are remnants of a party the night before:

The kitchen is thick with the usual debris:

The door slams open and MACK enters, he is latently thunderous – silent – somehow completely impervious to the action that he’s walked into.

TIMP. Room’s silent – Mack stands up, walks over, takes her hand and takes her to his bedroom. She just goes with him, like he’s fucking Obi-Wan Kenobi –

MACK starts to laugh.

CAM slaps MACK on the shoulder. MACK looks at CAM.

MACK. Tell me, Benny – why are you looking at me like that?

BENNY. Like what?

They hold the stare for a few second more – it is latently aggressive.

TIMP. You totally did – you’re such a bad boy, Mack – such a bad – bad – bad /

MACK. And what exactly is it that you think is bad?

MACK. Why?Why is it wrong?

BENNY. You took advantage.

MACK and BENNY hold the tension between them – there is a beat. CAM and TIMP try to recover over the top but it brews beneath.