It is the end of the day on a Friday. Angela and Roland are seated on a couch, half sitting and half laying down. A TV show is playing in the background, but Roland is more focused on his phone. They’re both wearing casual wear with the heater turned up to keep the room warm.

ANGELA.
So that’s the bad guy?

ROLAND.
Uh no, he’s a good guy who looks bad.

ANGELA.
Is that a spoiler?

ROLAND.
Nope, he just looks evil. I’m saving you the trouble being confused.

ANGELA.
I don’t think this show makes sense.

ROLAND.
It gets better in the second season, you just need the backstory.

ANGELA.
Can’t you tell me the backstory?

(Roland doesn’t respond for a bit as he browses through various plastic cups on his phone.)

ROLAND.
Nah. I’m not a storyteller.

ANGELA.
What’re you checking?

ROLAND.
I’m on party cup duty.

(Putting emphasis on the phrase “party cup”, he flashes his phone screen to show off the variety of plastic cups he’s found.)

ANGELA.
Absolutely incredible. Aren’t you going to bring food?

ROLAND.
They’re going to have too much food, it always happens.

ANGELA.
It’s a nice courtesy though.

ROLAND.
You want to come and help eat some of it?

(Angela feigns ignorance for a small bit by staring intently at the screen before responding.)

ANGELA.
Nah, you have fun.

ROLAND.
That’s the plan.

(Roland puts away his phone as they both turn their attention to the show, with Angela throwing out questions as Roland answers them.)