It’s early morning, after the bar is closed, at the door of Kevin’s apartment. Kevin is standing there, in boxer shorts and open shirt, looking sleepy.)

Kev: So what’s wrong?

Vi: Why would anything be wrong?

Kev: Ummm…you called me in the middle of the night and said there’s an emergency?

(Vi leans forward and kisses Kev on the lips)

Kev: What was that for?

Vi: Oh, um, I had a good night…I wanted a good night kiss… (she turns to leave)

Kev: Well, wait a second…where are you going?

Vi: Have a nice day, Mr. O’Donnell!

Kev: (Looking disappointed, and wrapping his shirt about him against the chill, and sighing) Have a nice day…