Have two or more characters debate what exactly Meat Loaf wouldn’t do for love
“So, what do you think it is that Meatloaf won’t do for love?” Ryan commented as he fiddled with the knob on the ancient radio.
“What?” Tara asked, looking up from her pregnancy magazine.
“I’d do anything for love, but I won’t do that,” Ryan quoted, finally settling on a station that was blaring Meatloaf.
“Well, his entire sentence is a contradiction,” Lottie said, from where she stood in the doorway, drying a plate with a dishcloth. “If he won’t do whatever that is, then he won’t do anything.”
“And would you do absolutely anything for love?” James asked from where he lay sprawled out on the sofa.
“Not anything,” Lottie said. “I’m sure there’s plenty of things I wouldn’t do.”
“Like?” He questioned.
“Let the love of my life put his dirty shoes on my grandmother’s antique sofa,” she looked at him pointedly.
Ryan snickered, but James merely looked up at Lottie incredulously.
“One, these shoes aren’t dirty. Do you think I’d let my shoes get dirty? In fact, do you know how much these shoes cost?” He held up his finger before she could jump in with another comment. “And two, since when was I the love of your life.”
Lottie shrugged, unfazed by his comment. “You obviously brought the eggs in again this morning. I’d say that deserves some love.” She walked back into the kitchen, laying the plate on the counter top and picking up another from the rack.
James leapt up from the sofa and followed her. “But the love of your life? Come on, I’m sure you have far more important people in your life than me right now.”
“Well, there’s Tara and the baby, of course,” she replied. “But they’re family. You have to love them. You collected those eggs out of the goodness of your heart.”
“Well, you’ve seemed a bit preoccupied as of late,” James said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I thought you might forget.”
“She forgets anyway,” Tara called from the living room. “Whether she’s preoccupied or not.”
“Thanks, sis!” Lottie shouted back.
“But seriously,” James said, scratching his head. “Are you doing okay? I know you’re still out of work and Dillon’s probably still being a jerk.”
“Whatever makes you think that?” Lottie stacked the second plate on top of the first and reached for a mug.
“He’s Dillon,” James replied. “Does he need an excuse?”
Lottie gave him a half-smile. “He is being a bit cruel. He keeps bringing some girl back to the house. I don’t even know who she is, but he makes a big deal out of laughing and talking loudly about how funny she is and all that stuff.”
“Sounds like he just wants to make it look like he’s recovering better from the break-up than you are,” James pointed out.
“That’s what Tara said,” Lottie sat the mug on the counter and then folded the towel up to hang it over the drying rack. “I’m not too fussed about what he’s doing, I just wish he didn’t bring his floozies back at 2am.”
“If you’re calling them floozies, it sounds like you’re jealous,” James leaned his elbow on the counter.
“Not jealous,” Lottie said. “But he doesn’t date the most intelligent women on the planet, that’s for sure. I don’t know where he keeps getting them from. There can’t be that many dumb women on the planet.”
“Are you including yourself in that group?” James grinned at her.
“Well, I did date Dillon, didn’t I?” She couldn’t help but grin back at him.
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“What?” Tara asked, looking up from her pregnancy magazine.
“I’d do anything for love, but I won’t do that,” Ryan quoted, finally settling on a station that was blaring Meatloaf.
“Well, his entire sentence is a contradiction,” Lottie said, from where she stood in the doorway, drying a plate with a dishcloth. “If he won’t do whatever that is, then he won’t do anything.”
“And would you do absolutely anything for love?” James asked from where he lay sprawled out on the sofa.
“Not anything,” Lottie said. “I’m sure there’s plenty of things I wouldn’t do.”
“Like?” He questioned.
“Let the love of my life put his dirty shoes on my grandmother’s antique sofa,” she looked at him pointedly.
Ryan snickered, but James merely looked up at Lottie incredulously.
“One, these shoes aren’t dirty. Do you think I’d let my shoes get dirty? In fact, do you know how much these shoes cost?” He held up his finger before she could jump in with another comment. “And two, since when was I the love of your life.”
Lottie shrugged, unfazed by his comment. “You obviously brought the eggs in again this morning. I’d say that deserves some love.” She walked back into the kitchen, laying the plate on the counter top and picking up another from the rack.
James leapt up from the sofa and followed her. “But the love of your life? Come on, I’m sure you have far more important people in your life than me right now.”
“Well, there’s Tara and the baby, of course,” she replied. “But they’re family. You have to love them. You collected those eggs out of the goodness of your heart.”
“Well, you’ve seemed a bit preoccupied as of late,” James said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I thought you might forget.”
“She forgets anyway,” Tara called from the living room. “Whether she’s preoccupied or not.”
“Thanks, sis!” Lottie shouted back.
“But seriously,” James said, scratching his head. “Are you doing okay? I know you’re still out of work and Dillon’s probably still being a jerk.”
“Whatever makes you think that?” Lottie stacked the second plate on top of the first and reached for a mug.
“He’s Dillon,” James replied. “Does he need an excuse?”
Lottie gave him a half-smile. “He is being a bit cruel. He keeps bringing some girl back to the house. I don’t even know who she is, but he makes a big deal out of laughing and talking loudly about how funny she is and all that stuff.”
“Sounds like he just wants to make it look like he’s recovering better from the break-up than you are,” James pointed out.
“That’s what Tara said,” Lottie sat the mug on the counter and then folded the towel up to hang it over the drying rack. “I’m not too fussed about what he’s doing, I just wish he didn’t bring his floozies back at 2am.”
“If you’re calling them floozies, it sounds like you’re jealous,” James leaned his elbow on the counter.
“Not jealous,” Lottie said. “But he doesn’t date the most intelligent women on the planet, that’s for sure. I don’t know where he keeps getting them from. There can’t be that many dumb women on the planet.”
“Are you including yourself in that group?” James grinned at her.
“Well, I did date Dillon, didn’t I?” She couldn’t help but grin back at him.
Word count: 592