Reindeer Games Page #6

The door opens. And Rudy steps out.

The bus REVS up again and GROANS OFF into the winter.

The young woman pushes her poofball hat out of her eyes. We

get a look at her face for the first time. Skin pale, lips

turning blue, but it's the girl from the pictures. It's

Ashley.

She watches Rudy's figure trudge back toward her. Snow

obscuring him until he's right in front of her. Both of them

shivering. Both of them standing there.

And finally:

RUDY:

You Ashley?

Ashley nods. And Rudy sadly smiles.

RUDY:

I'm Nick.

CUT TO:

INT. TRUCK STOP - DAY

Rudy and Ashley sit at a coffee shop booth. Coats still on.

Big rigs bluster by on the highway outside.

Two untouched cups of coffee sit before them.

She's watching him in silence.

RUDY:

I like your coat.

Ashley says nothing. Rudy looks at his own:

RUDY:

This -- this is just something they

gave me at the door. Wasn't snowing

when we signed up, y'know?

Ashley nods.

RUDY:

How's your coffee?

Ashley looks at it, like she's just realizing it's there.

She lifts the cup, takes a sip. Puts it down.

ASHLEY:

Good.

Rudy nods. Silence again.

RUDY:

Gotta be ten degrees out there.

ASHLEY:

Radio said negative five.

RUDY:

Negative five?

ASHLEY:

Yeah.

RUDY:

I don't think it's negative five.

ASHLEY:

Radio said.

Beat.

RUDY:

Wind chill. That's probably what

they meant.

Ashley nods. Rudy bites his lip.

RUDY:

I was scared. Scared you were gonna

take one look at me and change your

mind. Scared I was walking into

heartache. All those words... you

put a picture in your mind of where

they come from and when you see where

maybe it's not the same as your

picture.

He trails off.

ASHLEY:

I figured you walked outta there and

saw me and walked right the other

way --

RUDY:

No, no --

ASHLEY:

Saw my outfit or something, my coat --

RUDY:

No, hey, I like your coat --

ASHLEY:

Saw me --

RUDY:

Ashley, no. That was me, that's what

I was scared of. I mean, be serious...

I ain't exactly looking like Mr.

Universe here.

ASHLEY:

You are to me.

Rudy goes silent. Whoa. Ashley considers.

ASHLEY:

Thought you wrote you had a mustache.

RUDY:

I can get another one going. Y'know,

hey, whatever you want me to --

ASHLEY:

No, no, no. Be like you want to be.

Another awkward pause. Rudy picks up a milk dispenser beside

the coffee, puts it to his lips. It gives him a wide white

mustache. He stares straight-faced.

Ashley gives a bashful smile, covers it.

RUDY:

Do that again.

ASHLEY:

What.

RUDY:

Smile.

Ashley smiles again, blushing now.

ASHLEY:

No --

RUDY:

One more. Smile. One more.

ASHLEY:

(trying not to)

No, c'mon --

RUDY:

I've been dreaming about that smile,

Ashley Mercer. For a long time.

They stare across the table, drifting into one another's

eyes.

ASHLEY:

You're better than the picture in my

mind, Nick...

(softly)

You're real.

Outside, another truck rumbles by, whipping up snow.

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. INTERSTATE MOTEL ROOM - DAY

And Rudy and Ashley SLAM inside, kissing passionately, limbs

intertwined, pawing at each other's coats. Rudy kicks the

door closed. Mouths devouring, hands lost in snowy hair.

They collide with a side table, knocking over a lamp, tumbling

onto the lumpy bed. Rudy tears at her silver coat and sweater

and turtleneck and capilene and whatever else's she got on,

as Ashley's lips explore his neck and body. Writhing and

wrestling and rolling off the bed. Bang.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - LATER

Rudy and Ashley f*** like lovers in R-rated movies.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY - LATER

The bed sheets lie tangled on the floor. Rudy and Ashley

rest naked amidst them. Her pretty young head on his chest,

all their inhibitions gone. Rudy strokes her arms.

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