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Robbie and Tristan are in the lobby playing pool. Isabel is nowhere to be seen.

Tristan: (after missing a shot) Where's Isabel tonight?
Robbie: (sighs) Probably jealous somewhere. (phone vibrates, but he presses Ignore)
Tristan: (looking at the phone) Was that her?
Robbie: Yeah.
Tristan: (after a couple of seconds) You're not answering it?
Robbie: It's just a text. I'll reply later.
Tristan: Why not now?
Robbie: I don't feel like dealing with her jealous bullshit.
Tristan: What is she jealous of?
Robbie: She thinks I'm cheating on her, because I'm not with her.
Tristan: Well, I would too.
Robbie: (raising an eyebrow) What do you mean?
Tristan: I always see you with girls...
Robbie: I'm not with a girl now.
Tristan: Yeah, I'm surprised, actually; is your on-the-side busy tonight?
Robbie: (laughs) What the hell's your problem?
Tristan: (scoffs and throws the pool stick on the pool table) My problem…is you.
Robbie: What?
Tristan: You’re playing her!
Robbie: (scoffs and laughs) What?
Tristan: You’re playing her, Robbie. I see the way you are with Justine Andrews.
Robbie: (scoffs) So what, man? I’m just getting from Justine what I can’t get from Isabel—big deal.
Tristan: It is a big deal! Isabel loves you! And you can get sex with her anytime you want!
Robbie: It’s not the same sex.
Tristan: (surprised) It’s not the same sex? (scoffs) I’m sure Isabel is amazing in bed.
Robbie: Well, she’s not. She gets turned off too quickly.
Tristan: And is that her fault?
Robbie: Yes!
Tristan: No, it’s your fault, Robbie. She gets turned off because of your stupidity.
Robbie: If I remember correctly, it’s because of my “stupidity” that she’s with me.
Tristan: There’s a time and a place for stupidity, Robbie.
Robbie: Whatever. Justine loves my stupidity and she appreciates it, too. (phone vibrates again and he looks down at it) God, Isabel, chill the ******** out. (texts her back)
Tristan: What are you telling her?
Robbie: To chill.
Tristan: Don’t tell her that, Robbie.
Robbie: (scoffs) Why not? (puts phone down on the pool table)
Tristan: Because that’s mean. Isabel doesn’t deserve to be treated that way.
Robbie: Well, she’s suffocating me.
Tristan: (sighs) She’s “suffocating” you, because you give her reason to do so.
Robbie: How am I giving her reason?! I’m hanging out with you.
Tristan: Why aren’t you hanging out with her?
Robbie: Because…
Tristan: Because why?
Robbie: She’s always complaining. (mocking her) “Robbie, how come you don’t talk to me the way you used to? How come you’re different?” (lets out an irritated sigh) She’s so ******** annoying.
Tristan: (shakes head and chuckles, almost angry) You’re a ******** d**k, you know that?
Robbie: (scoffs) What?
Tristan: You're not listening to her.
Robbie: Yes, I am! I treat her different, deal.
Tristan: (sighs) Why do you treat her different?
Robbie: Because she’s suffocating me! If I don’t respond right away or answer the phone right away, she gets mad and bitches at me.
Tristan: And why don’t you answer right away?
Robbie: ‘Cause I’m busy!
Tristan: Doing what?!
Robbie: (sighs) …I’m just busy.
Tristan: With Justine Andrews?
Robbie: (throws pool stick on the table) What the ******** crawled up your butt, huh?
Tristan: Your attitude! Isabel’s a good woman, Robbie, and you’re playing her!
Robbie: It’s not my fault I got her in the palm of my hand.
Tristan: Then use it well! Don’t take advantage of her! (Robbie’s phone vibrates and Tristan looks at it, then he looks at Robbie) Tell her that you miss her.
Robbie: No!
Tristan: Tell her! If you don’t tell her, you’ll lose her.
Robbie: (laughs) She doesn’t have the balls to break up with me. She’d be too upset.
Tristan: You’re breaking her heart, Robbie! You’re a ******** p***k. God! Do you know what I would give to be in your shoes?!
Robbie: (drops smile) What?
Tristan: (sighs) Yes, Robbie…I wish I was you...I'm madly in love with Isabel.
Robbie: (scoffs and laughs) You’ve got to be joking me.
Tristan: I’m not…Isabel should be with me, but instead she fell for an a*****e like you.
Robbie: ...You stay away from Isabel.
Tristan: (scoffs) Not so sure now, are you?
Robbie: No, I’m sure of myself, Tristan; like I said, I’ve got her in the palm of my hand.
Tristan: She’s only with you ‘cause she met you first.
Robbie: (in denial) She doesn’t even like you. She never talks to you when we all hang out.
Tristan: (shrugs shoulder) I don’t care…I enjoy her silence. I enjoy her company, her laughter, her smile…you don’t.
Robbie: (walks up to a much taller Tristan) You better stay away from her.
Tristan: You know damn well she’d be happier with me…And face it, Robbie…she’s only with you ‘cause you met her first.

Robbie gets riled up and throws a punch, but Tristan ducks and punches Robbie in the stomach. Robbie bends over and groans, hugging his tummy. He begins to cough and Tristan runs to the door breathing heavily.

Go to her, Robbie!
Robbie: (coughs and tries to get up) You ******** s**t!
Tristan: No, you’re the s**t!

Robbie’s phone vibrates and they both look at it. Robbie gets up quickly and walks to the phone. He picks it up and looks at Tristan, who’s about to cry.

Robbie: You stay away from her, Tristan.
Tristan: You better treat her right.
Robbie: …Stay away from her…She's mine! And you're gonna have to live with that for the rest of your life.

Robbie walks out, dialing her number. Tristan walks to the table and lets out a sad sigh. Then, he hears a phone vibrate from behind him. He looks around and then turns around to find Isabel standing by the bathroom door with a soft smile and sad eyes.

Tristan: Um…
Isabel: Yeah…I heard everything.
Tristan: Oh. (blushes)

Isabel’s phone keeps vibrating and they both look at it.

(timidly) Aren’t you gonna answer that?
Isabel: (still looking at the phone) I don’t know…After what I’ve heard…I really don’t care anymore. (looks up at Tristan)
Tristan: What do you mean?
Isabel: I mean…I knew he was with Justine, I just wanted proof—I wanted him to say it…I’m ready to let him go. (presses Ignore on the phone and puts it away in her purse)
Tristan: Oh.
Isabel: (looks at him) Thank you, Tristan.
Tristan: (blushing) For what?
Isabel: For…(sighs) for helping me end this misery.
Tristan: Oh. (looks down and smiles to himself)
Isabel: (chuckles lightly) And you were right… (Tristan looks at her) I was only with him...‘cause he asked me first.
Tristan: …You mean—
Isabel: Yeah, (sighs) you took too long.
Tristan: (closes eyes and fights back the tears) I’m sorry, Isabel.
Isabel: Don’t be…I don’t regret being with Robbie…Now…I know what heartbreak is and…what a good man should be like.
Tristan: (looks at her and smiles) I’ll be good to you, Isabel, I swear on it.
Isabel: I know.

They stand there looking at each other, trying to fight the urge to hold each other and kiss. Instead, they smile and decide to take things one at a time.

The End.