Scene 1: Drinks and Recollections
[Setting: The same cozy bar from before. The low hum of conversation fills the room, the saxophone player weaving a mellow tune in the background. Coincidence and Elliot are seated at a booth, drinks in hand. Elliot sips cautiously from a whiskey sour, while the God of Coincidence lazily swirls a cocktail whose contents seem to shift colors.]
Elliot: “So… love at first sight, huh? Quite the debate we missed last time.”
Coincidence (grinning): “Missed? Darling, we were there in spirit. I nudged the saxophone player to extend that last solo, by the way. You’re welcome.”
Elliot (raising an eyebrow): “Sure you did.”
[Claire passes by with a tray of drinks, pausing at their table.]
Claire: “You two sticking to drinks this time? Or is tonight another cosmic debate waiting to happen?”
Coincidence (winking): “The universe never sleeps, Claire. And neither does a good argument.”
Scene 2: Enter Innu (God of Innuendo) and Candi
[The door swings open, and in strut Candi and Innu. Candi exudes post-work energy, glowing as though she’s just clocked out of a particularly triumphant shift. Innu follows, her aura sultry and commanding, a cigarette balanced at the corner of her smirking lips. The smoke is visible but odorless, curling suggestively through the air.]
Candi (beaming as they approach the booth): “Hey, Claire! Is this the famous Elliot? And what’s tonight’s topic? Still dissecting love at first sight?”
Claire (setting a drink in front of a patron nearby): “He’s Elliot, alright. And tonight’s topic hasn’t started yet, but it sounds like you’re here to change that.”
[Innu slides into the booth next to Elliot, her magnetic presence turning his discomfort into an art form. Candi sits beside Coincidence, casually stealing a sip of his ever-changing drink.]
Candi: “You know, I’ve been thinking about something—soul mates. Real, or just another story we tell ourselves?”
Elliot (groaning into his drink): “Oh no, here we go.”
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Coincidence (leaning back, a glint of amusement in his eye): “Soul mates? A delightful concept, but let’s not call them real. More like… romantically convenient coincidences.”
Innu (taking a slow drag from her cigarette, her voice dripping with mischief): “Coincidences? Darling, soul mates are passion, pure and smoldering. It’s not alignment; it’s chemistry, hunger, the fire you can’t explain.”
Scene 3: The Debate Begins
Candi (grinning, leaning in): “Alright then, lay it on me. What are soul mates, really?”
Coincidence: “They’re the narrative humans tell to make sense of randomness. You meet someone on a train, share a glance, and suddenly it’s fate? No, it’s proximity, timing, and a bit of luck.”
Innu (smirking, brushing her fingertips across the table as if painting a picture): “Oh, but Coincidence, you’re missing the spark. It’s not just timing—it’s the undeniable pull, the ache, the way two souls crash into each other and leave the rest of the world reeling.”
Elliot (muttering): “This is going to get weird, isn’t it?”
Scene 4: Felicity's Absurd Arrival
[The door flies open, and in bursts Felicity, a whirlwind of emerald scarves and chaotic energy. She carries a box of donuts that she slams onto the table as if it holds the secret to life itself.]
Felicity: “Soul mates, huh? Perfect! You can’t have a debate about love without donuts.”
Claire (from the bar, rolling her eyes): “And here comes the chaos.”
Felicity (pointing dramatically at Coincidence): “Coincidence boy over there will tell you soul mates are a cosmic joke. Sexy smoke show here will tell you they’re all about fire and chemistry. But the truth?” (She opens the box, revealing donuts in every absurd shape and color imaginable.) “Soul mates are like donuts. Some are glazed and sweet, others are jelly-filled surprises, and a few are just… stale.”
Innu (arching an eyebrow): “And which one are you?”
Felicity (grinning): “Obviously, I’m the donut you can’t stop eating even though you know it’s bad for you.”
Scene 5: The Soul Mate Story
[The saxophone player shifts to a slower tune as Coincidence and Innu begin their SSMO/Form debate, weaving their narrative over Felicity’s absurd interruptions.]
Coincidence: “Picture this: A man and a woman meet in a coffee shop. She spills her drink on his laptop. An accident, nothing more. But they talk, discover shared interests, and suddenly, it feels like destiny. Is it fate? No, it’s happenstance.”
Innu (adding her layer, leaning closer to Elliot): “Oh, but when he looks at her, it’s not just coffee. It’s the way her eyes linger, the brush of her hand against his. It’s the chemistry that pulls them together like magnets.”
Felicity (interrupting, pointing at a sprinkle-covered donut): “And then they realize they both hate sprinkles! That’s when they know—soul mates.”
Claire (passing by with drinks): “Are you helping or just making this weirder?”
Felicity: “Yes.”
Scene 6: The Absurd Yet Insightful Endgame
[As the debate concludes, the table is covered in half-eaten donuts, empty glasses, and a subtle haze of cigarette smoke. Claire leans against the bar, shaking her head as Candi raises her glass.]
Candi: “Here’s to soul mates—whether they’re chemistry, coincidence, or just donuts in disguise.”
[They clink glasses as the saxophone player shifts to a lively tune. The debate may never be settled, but the night is far from over.]
[End Scene]