Playing House

By Ryn Nicol

Nina and Guinness marry because she's having a baby. Their attempts at acting like responsible adults are fleeting. The hard job now is to survive each other. While Nina's infatuated with the easy route to fame by appearing on talk shows, Guinness rather drink and play video games. Whether it's ill advice from friends or consoling words from a talk show host, these two will suffer through the woes of their lost childhood. Will they make things work before they accidentally raise a serial killer? Or do they need to reconsider the whole being an adult thing?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ryn Nicol
• Release date: May 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301479726

Ryn Nicol

Ryn enjoys railing over politics, a stiff drink and good music. Ryn has never met a man who couldn't be drunk under a table. There have been a few challenging women, however.

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Playing House

by

Ryn Nicol

Copyright © 2013 Ryn Nicol

All rights reserved.

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

FADE IN:

INT. WEDDING HALL –- DAY -- 1996

A cheap wedding hall decorated with tacky paper flowers and other dime mart quality wedding decorations is crowded with people.

A bride and groom pose for pictures under a lavender feather boa arch tufted with doves.

The baby-faced groom, GUINNESS, 20, dressed in an ill-fitting, black suit with a cummerbund that’s too big, rubs his blood shot eyes. He’s more leaning on his bride than standing.

Whereas the bride NINA, 19, dressed in a short skirted, white gown covered in white daisies is a perky vision of all eight months of pregnancy. Years of drug use are just beginning to show on her face.

A floral, brown suited PHOTOGRAPHER snaps photos.

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Guinness chews on his nails while standing with his groomsmen all in matching ill-fitted suits. The best man, KEVIN, 20, smiles at the photographer giving a thumbs-up. The two other groomsmen look as though they want to hurl. The photographer snaps a photo.

Kevin smacks Guinness’s hand away from his mouth.

KEVIN

Quit biting your nails, dude.

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Nina is surrounded by her three bridesmaids all wearing an a-line, dusty rose dress covered in mismatched lace. BRIDESMAID #1 and #2 are heavily overweight with one sporting a shaved head but with bangs while the BRIDESMAID #3 is anorexic androgyny. The photographer clicks his camera recording another memory.

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NINA’S FATHER, 50s, drunk and stumbling, lays an arm on Guinness’ shoulder.

NINA’S FATHER

Hey there son.

Guinness stops biting his nails long enough to smile back at the drunkard.

GUINNESS

Hi Sir.

NINA’S FATHER

Call me Dad.

GUINNESS

Yes Sir—Dad.

NINA’S FATHER

I just wanna give you a little something for takin’ Nina off my back.

GUINNESS

You don’t have to do that.

NINA’S FATHER

Now it's tradition for the father of the bride to pay-ff the groom.

Nina’s father shoves a folded bill into Guinness’ hand.

NINA’S FATHER

I know I’m over payin’ ya a bit, but she’s worth every penny.

Nina’s father stumbles down to the buffet. Guinness unfolds his hand revealing a FIVE DOLLAR BILL.

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IZZY, 17, half his head is shaved in painted checker board while the other side is combed forward to hang over one-side, poses with Nina for a photo where he gropes the bride and signs hail Satan with his free hand.

IZZY

This party totally rocks!

CUT TO:

WALLACE, 19, a six foot-five, hairy, overweight, mustached transvestite weeps uncontrollably hugging the bride.

CUT TO:

Nina’s father and Guinness’ mother, SARAH, 43, sit across each other at a table slamming back a line of shots.

They’re surrounded by a group of teenage boys chanting chug-chug-chug.

SARAH

You old piece of shit.

NINA’S FATHER

Shut up and keep drinkin’. Unless you can’t take it?

SARAH

I can drink you under twice.

CUT TO:

A half man/half woman, orange muumuu covered being deluges the bride and groom with tearful, slobber-filled kisses. Nina takes her first opportunity to run away leaving Guinness hopeless, begging for escape.

CUT TO:

Guinness slumps down at an empty table. As he stares out across the dance floor at his new bride he chews on fingernails and sinks toward the floor relaxing. He shifts his feet kicking something under the table. He lifts the table cloth finding Sarah on her hands and knees.

SARAH

Guinness! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere.

GUINNESS

Mom, what are you doing down there?

SARAH

We have to leave.

GUINNESS

Why?

SARAH

They’re outta whiskey. Who throws a wedding without whiskey?

SARAH

And hey, do you know any of these people?

GUINNESS

Mom, this is my wedding.

SARAH

And you didn’t serve whiskey?

Guinness drops the table cloth back down walking away.

CUT TO:

Izzy sits with a pad and paper at a table with the BRIDESMAID #1, #2 and #3 and GROOMSMAN #1 and #2.

GROOMSMAN #2

I give it a year.

IZZY

I’m telling you three months, guys. Three months.

BRIDESMAID #2

One-fifty on two weeks. Tops.

Kevin saunters up to the group.

KEVIN

What’s doin’?

Izzy takes a quick glance around the room.

IZZY

Betting on how long the marriage will last. It’s fifty to get in.

KEVIN

I’ll take that action.

CUT TO:

A chocolate fountain spills onto the table and decorative flowers.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. 3RD FLOOR APARTMENT PORCH -– MORNING

Outside on the porch, Nina takes a long drag off a cigarette. No longer pregnant, she wears tiny terry cloth shorts and a man’s unbuttoned shirt.

Dreading the inside, she flicks the cigarette off the porch and woefully pulls herself through the sliding glass door.

INT. 3RD FLOOR APARTMENT – CONTINUOUS

Nina saunters through a one bedroom apartment; the place is filled with junk for teenagers. There’s an ancient, corduroy, overstuffed couch, a beat-up