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John: A reminiscing senior. Must be good at interrupting.
Ligea: A reminiscing senior. Must be good at being interrupted.

Author's note: This is inspired by something I tease Jen with every once in a while.

Author's note 2: I have two scripts this week, to make up for the fact that I didn't have one last week.

(John and Ligea are hanging out in their dorm room, towards the end of their senior year.)
John: Boy, we've had some great times here.
Ligea: We sure have.
J: Remember the time we streaked the Stats final?
L: Or the structure we built in Marriott that reached all the way up to the ceiling?
J: And remember that glorious weekend in Cancun?
L: ....uh...no.
J: We were fed up with all the work, all the stress, all the cold...so we just hopped on a plane and spent a weekend relaxing on the beach? Remember that beach? The pure white sand, the crystal blue water, the occasional dead crab...
L: Uh, John...I don't remember any of this. Are you sure-
J: Remember the little hotel, with all the tourists dressed in those ugly floral printed shirts? Remember sitting there and laughing at the tourists? We didn't have a care in the world that weekend.
L: John, you must be thinking of someone else.
J: Remember the little nightclub we found, off a little road? The exotic drinks, the island music, the seemingly endless dancing...we must have twirled around that floor for hours.
L: John, I don't dance, and-
J: Remember the scuba expedition, down among the coral reefs? The brightly colored fish that swirled around us? Remember seeing that big ol' lobster crawl out of his hole, take one look at us and scuttle back in? We laughed so hard we almost lost our respirators.
L: John, I've never been to Cancun. The most exotic place I've ever been is Des Moines. You must be-
J: And remember that glorious night of passion, on the beach, under the full, silvery moon? It seemed like that night would last forever...
L: JOHN!
J: (Snaps out of his reverie) Yes?
L: I've never spent a night of passion with you, in Cancun or anywhere else!
J: You haven't?
L: You must be thinking of someone else.
J: Uh...that's right. I was...uh...testing your memory. That's it.
L: John, I think it's time for you to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow.
(Ligea exits.)
J: Now who could it have been? (He makes a formidable effort at recall.) Sarah?...Nah. Amanda?...No. Demi Moore? (He thinks a little more.) And maybe it wasn't Cancun, either. Maybe it was... Minneapolis. (He tries to remember.) Ahh, those fond memories...
(Lights down.)