The scene opens to a group of regulars at their neighborhood dive bar. They raise their shot glasses, clink, and drink. They walk stage right and leave Liz & Don seated at stools (center).
Liz looks longingly over her shoulder at the group, makes eye contact, smiles and waves. A few members of the group half-heartedly return the sentiment until Liz turns to face Don, and almost immediately, they start scowling and whispering.
Don, seeing past Liz, rolls his eyes. Liz slumps down in her stool and fidgets with her cocktail napkin.Liz: They hate me, don't they?
Don: Yep.
Liz sighs and starts ripping apart her napkin.Don: Get over it. They just don't know you very well.
Liz: That's the problem! I have hung out with these people for 4 years! They haven't even bothered to
TRY to get to know me.
(As she rants, she picks up Don’s napkin and starts shredding his too). It's like, just because I don't dress like a slut, participate in their incestuous dating circle, or buy everyone shots all the time, I am not cool enough to be in their little club.
Don: It's the Liz factor.
Liz: What?
Don: (annoyed) You know.
Liz: No, actually... I have no idea what you mean.
Don: It's just... you have this suspicious confidence about you all the time.
Liz: Suspicious?
Don: Yeah. Like it's there... but
you don't even think you believe it.
Liz stops playing with the napkins. She looks down at her fingers.Don: It's like there's this part of you that isn't broken...
(he stops mid sentence, almost questioning whether or not to finish, before continuing) ... and
... it's annoying.
Don picks up his beer and chugs the whole thing.
Curtain.
