barswanian

Enter, Exit I stand unmoving at the doors that bar the way until choice is made. Enter, Exit But which is it? Do I enter the world beyond? Or exit this one? Does soon to be take Precedence over the now? The handles hang still, cold, indifferent. Enter, Exit You can find me there, camped out with lean-to shelter, undecided. I do not reach the conclusion others have made, so unthinking quickly. Enter, Exit I could break the rules, push through uncaring, pick blindly, tempting the stoic doors into action that would end poorly for me. Enter, Exit The choice lingers; as do I.

Open Scene: Five people in a living room.  Three share a couch, two women and one man.  A fourth sits on a recliner.  The fifth sits on a desk chair.  They are in their mid-twenties, and dressed as if it is warm in the room.  A low-table is in front of the couch which carries a number of glasses and one wine bottle.  The fourth and fifth, both male, each hold a glass. Five: No no, see, now you've got me drunk. Two (Female): Yes, and so far its disappointing.  You're supposed to be entertaining. One (Female): You could dance! Three (Male): Its good booze even. Five: (M