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One
A bedroom. Day. BEN is in bed, looking at ANNA who is standing with her back to him, topless, pulling on pyjama trousers. She turns around, and covers her breasts as she looks on the floor for something. BEN places a used tissue on the table next to the bed.
BEN. Can I smoke in here?
ANNA. No! Iāve just moved in. I donāt know why you feel the need to smoke after sex. Itās not 1991.
He laughs dryly. Puts cig back in packet.
Can I wear your jumper?
BEN. Donāt get too attached. Gotta go in a minute.
She picks his jumper off the floor and puts it on. She hops into bed. They snuggle up happily, if a little awkwardly.
Pause.
ANNA. Should we have used a condom?
BEN. I feel like thatās becoming a bit of a catchphrase.
ANNA. Itās so bad. I just get too consumed.
BEN. Ha, āconsumedā. Youāre a little poet. Do I consume you with my manly jaws. (Climbs on top of her.) And⦠heft?
ANNA. Itās nice for it to feel consuming. Doesnāt happen with everyone.
He laughs quietly and seems suddenly contemplative.
You alright?
BEN. Yeah fine, why?
ANNA. Whatās up?
BEN. When you say it ādoesnāt happen with everyoneāā¦
ANNA. Huh?
BEN. You get consumed by sex with me and it doesnāt happen with everyone.
ANNA. Yeah.
BEN. Whoās āeveryoneā then?
ANNA. Just⦠other people.
BEN. So this āeveryoneā is still on the scene, are they?
ANNA. I thought you didnāt care.
BEN. Why do you say that?
ANNA. Last night in the restaurant I started talking about a guy I went on a date with a while back?
He doesnāt seem to remember.
I said: āSorry, is it weird to talk about him?ā and you said āNah I donāt careā¦ā
BEN pretends not to remember for a second and thenā¦
BEN (faux-offhand). Oh the⦠video fella.
ANNA. Documentary-maker. Seb.
BEN. No I donāt care. Just trying to make pillow talk. So⦠erm ā (Ironising a pillow-talk clichĆ©.) whatās your favourite song?
ANNA. Wait, so are you?
BEN. Am I what?
ANNA. Are you sleeping with other girls?
BEN. Ermā¦
ANNA. Ben.
BEN. I, yeah, sometimes.
ANNA (pulling away from him). We should be using a condom.
BEN. No wait. Iām not⦠Iām clean.
ANNA. How do you know?
BEN. Because, I know⦠I only sleep with people who areā¦
ANNA. Go on.
BEN (deliberate, bad-taste humour). Like, middle class.
ANNA. Ah. Thatās fucking snobbish.
BEN. Iām joking.
ANNA. Sure. I know you pride yourself on your humble working-class origins.
BEN. No I pride myself on my humble lower-middle-class origins. But like really low. Like we had a Å koda.
ANNA. How do you know I havenāt got AIDS?
Slight pause.
BEN. I guess I assume.
ANNA. Ridiculous man.
BEN. You must have assumed too. Anyway, you know, you donāt need to worry about⦠babies⦠cos you know.
With his head he gives a vague gesture intended to signify pulling out early but it doesnāt really end up signifying anything.
ANNA. I was thinking of getting the coil.
BEN. Oh right.
ANNA. Iām too young to be a mumma.
BEN. How old are you?
ANNA. Twenty-five. What are you, twenty-nine?
BEN (bit offended). Iām twenty-eight!
He nods. They re...