High school wheeler dealer Nick has gotten classmate Sky in trouble, probably not for the first time, and they've been sentenced to graffiti duty in the bathroom.

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(NICK [or NIK, short for either Nicholas or Nicole, respectively] and SKY [short for Skylar], in the bathroom. Sky is on their knees in a stall.)

SKY: I hate my life.

NICK: You have to think of a situation like this as an opportunity.

SKY: An opportunity to strangle you with no witnesses?

NICK: Don't be such a glass half-empty person, Sky.

SKY: I am on my knees in a bathroom scrubbing decades-old graffiti because of you.

NICK: I made you steal that soap dispenser.

SKY: Yes.

NICK: Did I put it in your hands?

SKY: Yes!

NICK: I mean, technically yes, but you were a willing accomplice.

SKY: You are the poster child for gaslighting.

NICK: I just have a different point of view.

SKY: You said, "Come to the bathroom with me—I need to tell you something." I thought you were gonna come out to me.

NICK: Why would I come out in a bathroom?

SKY: People do. And then the next thing I know, you yank the soap dispenser from the wall and shove it in my hands.

NICK: ...

SKY: That's what happened.

NICK: And you should be thanking me.

SKY: For getting me sentenced to hard labor?

NICK: We could be cleaning toilets like Sid.

SKY: ...

NICK: Instead, we're boldly going where no man has gone before.

SKY: You're quoting Star Trek.

NICK: I'm sad for you that you know that.

(Beat.)

Seriously, though, this graffiti— These are the writings of our ancestors.

SKY: (Reading some of the graffiti:) Class of [the year before the current year, e.g., '23] rules! (Finding another scrawling:) "Jake + Tulip." They literally still go here.

NICK: (Joining in the graffiti hunt:) What about this one?

SKY: Which one?

NICK: (Pointing:) This.

(Sky pulls out their phone to create more light as they both lean down and squint at the same patch of wall.)

867-5309. Phone number?

SKY: It says, "For a good time call—" Whoa.

NICK: (Reading:) Jenny I've got your number.
I need to make you mine.
Jenny don't change your number.

SKY: (Reading:) I got your number on the wall.
Jenny I've called your number.
Jenny, Jenny who can I turn to.
(No longer reading:) These people are desperate.

NICK: (Reading again:) I tried to call you before but I lose my nerve.
I tried my imagination but I was disturbed.

SKY: (Back to reading:) For the price of a dime I can always turn to you.
867-5309. 867-5309. 867-5309.
(No longer reading:) This is intense.

NICK: (Checking something on their phone:) Fun fact: Payphones started costing a dime in the 1950s and stayed that way into the '80s. That means this graffiti is at least 40 years old. It's practically a fossil.

SKY: What about Jenny?

NICK: (Not sure where Sky is going with this:) Uh, she's a fossil too...?

SKY: (Pulling out their phone:) No, I mean don't you want to know if she's OK?

NICK: You're not seriously gonna call that number.

SKY: Maybe the universe sent us to this bathroom.

NICK: (Serious:) You want an apology? Is that what this is about? I'm sorry: It's my fault you're in trouble. One hundred percent. Happy?

SKY: I'm serious, Nick.

NICK: Even if by some miracle she's still at that number, I'm sure she doesn't need two high school kids checking in on her.

SKY: How do you know?

NICK: "For a good time, call..."

(Beat.)

Don't.

SKY: Why do you care?

NICK: I don't. Which is how you survive high school.

SKY: So you care about me surviving.

NICK: Don't twist my words.

(Beat. A face-off.)

SKY: Unlike the soap dispenser, this is my choice. (Into the phone:) Hi, my name is Skylar, and I'm not calling for a good time—but is Jenny still at this number...?

(The lights dim on Sky and Nick.)