INT (NIGHT): Dimly lit pub, somewhere in London. Rain beats on the window, and a few drinkers speak in low voices, inaudible over the sound of the rain lasting the windows, while the barman polishes glasses.
A figure in a long coat hunches over a table covered in empty glasses in a particularly dark corner. A tall man, slides into the chair opposite him, causing him to look up. Revealing that they have the same face, but the hunched figure has better hair.
TOMGOS: Finally, I've found you! It's horrible out there, I'm soaked! I think that chap by the door tried to sell me weed or something! What the hell are you doing here? You look rough!
TATHOS: Mmmm-ugh?
TOMGOS: Are you ok? Is that your first? How many have you had?
TATHOS: Mmmmm... mm
TOMGOS: Are you shrugging? Or retching?
TATHOS: Mmmm... mmm
TOMGOS: Are you saying you don't know? Or retching again?
TATHOS: Mmm
TOMGOS: I really don't feel sorry for you! You've clearly done this to yourself! How can you even get this drunk when I'm sober? It's metaphysically impossible?!
TATHOS: Mmmm....
TOMGOS: Look, if you are going to be sick, at least warn me first.... I've been looking for you, I want to talk to you about these 'sun-day' pictures....
TATHOS: Eeearrrm
TOMGOS: Well, you might want to waste your life getting shit-faced, but I happen to care about the art we make! Is that so wrong? These Sun-day pictures... Why haven't you been talking to me about them? I thought we agreed that I was the one who did the instagram posts?
TATHOS: Urgg?
TOMGOS: I think you are trying to talk to me, but I'm just going to sit sideways like this, just in case I need to stand-up quickly... I do like them, but well, first "happy sun-day", it's a bit trite isn't it? And secondly, what do they mean? What are they about?
TATHOS: ...
TOMGOS: Don't stare like that, close your mouth! Did you buy something from that bloke by the door? Look, I didn't come here to upset you, I just want to be involved, you know. We are a team, right? I thought we made art that meant something? The print was fun, and I'm glad we did it, but we aren't here to have fun... Are we?
TATHOS: ...
TOMGOS: They are fun, you are right... And some of them are very beautiful... I'm sorry, you are right, look, you can post them. They can be your thing? Ok?
TATHOS: Parssswub...
TOMGOS: Look, I know I haven't been around a lot. I'm sorry. I hate seeing you like this. Let's go home, old friend. I'll help you stand.
TATHOS: No passsswooooobb
TOMGOS: What are you pointing to? 'No... password'?! To what? To instagram? You don't have the password? I don't understand, but... but if you aren't posting them, who is?!
TATHOS: Bleeerwweeeebbbb
TOMGOS: Oh god, that's gross, it's gone everywhere! Ugh... Shit... Yes, I'm sorry sir... He's family, I'll get him home... Has he paid for this lot?
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