Smut Reading

I'm doing a reading this Monday night at Galapagos. It'll be exciting to see if 5 pages of rantings, meanderings, and pseudo-meanderings will evolve into something sexy and hilarious by 8pm.

INT. CHELSEA'S ROOM --RIGHT NOW

Chelsea looks into mirror with champagne flute raised high, full of promise. But her sad eyes tell a different, more ominous story...

CHELSEA:
Here's looking at you, kid!

She tries to wink and fails.

A laptop sits at the far corner of her desk, screensaver swirling viciously.