Addicted

The stage is split in two. On one side a messy art studio with canvasses and sketches scattered about, the other side the living room of what's obviously a bachelor. A couch on the one side, a chair accross from an easel on the other. The couch and stool are back to back.

*phone rings*

Melanie: Hello?

Neil: Good day woman. Have I told you how cute you look today?

Melanie: *Laughs* Hi Neil, no you haven't and if you had you.    probably would have been lying.

Neil: Don't be like that woman! You know you're adorable.

Melanie: *giggles* I miss you.

Neil: Why, if I may ask?

Melanie: Oh you know, your sparkling conversation, dazzling personality, magnificent hair, oh and the fact that I really need to get laid already.

Niel: *bursts out laughing* You see this is why I keep you around. I do miss that fabulous behind of yours.

Melanie: Well isn't that fortuitous? It was asking about you just the other day!

Niel: Oh? And what was it saying?

Melanie: I heard it mention that it misses those talented hands of yours all over it.

Niel: My hands would love to oblige, but on one condition.

Melanie: That condition being?

Niel: You bring the wine this time.

Melanie: Deal. See you in an hour?

Niel: All good milady. I really did miss you, you know.

Melanie: I know Neil, me too.

*click*