Scenes of composure, Take 1

The scene: A couple dining at a fancy hotel restaurant. Heavy red drapes, black and white décor, chandeliers, circular tables. A piano is played softly in the middle of the room. We zoom into a man, immaculately dressed, sitting with an attractive woman. They both have martinis in front of them. We join them in mid, antagonistic conversation.

But my dear, you’re simply being ridiculous, says the man with a slight, pretentious, mirthless laugh.

Oh am I? AM I?! You always say stuff like this. Ridiculous. Ridiculous! I’ll show you ridiculous…

She grabs her martini and throws it dramatically in his face. She gathers her purse and storms off, as they say. The man sits there stoically. Olives rest in his damp lap. A hush falls over the restaurant. A waiter materializes, un-beckoned.

Oh waiter, the man says diffidently as gin drips from the tip of his nose. I thought we had ordered dry martinis.

* scene/guffaws*