M is for for Mosquito
Act One
Scene One
Enter Myg and Mug, stage left
Mug: “How about that one?”
Myg: “Mahhh…maaybe, but it doesn’t look like it’s got much meat on the menu.”
Mug: “That one?”
Myg: “Ugh, no, definitely not. The ambience is all wrong. It looks dour…and a bit sad if I’m honest.”
Mug: “I’m so hungry, Myg – please can we just pick somewhere?”
Myg: “I’m sorry, Mug! It’s just that it’s our special night and I wanted somewhere really great to celebrate. A ten day anniversary is important, you know!”
Pause, a light breeze
Mug: “No, no – it’s OK. I agree, it is a special day. Let’s keep looking.”
Myg: “How about this one? Romantic lighting…sultry decor…dark colour scheme…I like it!”
Mug: “We’ve been here before though – maybe we should try something new?”
Pause, silence
Myg: “Is this about the dog?”
Mug: “What? No, this isn’t about the…why are you bringing this up now?”
Myg: “I feel like you are the one bringing it up. Little nips here and there, you know? Sure, maybe it wasn’t a good choice in the long run but it seemed like the best thing to do at the time.”
Mug: “Myg, this isn’t about the dog. Can we please find somewhere to eat?”
Myg: “You promise this isn’t about the dog? He is normally so reliable – something must have been up with him…”
Mug: “Yes. I promise.”
Myg: “OK. I believe you.”
Pause, sound of fast footsteps approaching
Myg: “How about that one over there? It looks so lively!”
Mug: “A little too lively, don’t you think? And isn’t that the neighbors I can see over there? I can’t bear a night with Fluga and Ods tonight.”
Myg: “Mug, will you just lighten up for one minute. All the best spots are where everyone goes! It’s a well known fact.”
Mug: “All I’m saying is that I don’t want to be jostled around trying to find a space, making small talk with every man and his dog.”
Pause, temperature rises
Myg: “So this is about the dog. I knew it. I didn’t plan on making us both sick, Mug. It was an accident. It’s normally a safe bet, and we had both had such a long day…”
Mug: “I’m only saying ‘dog’ because you put the word in my head!”
Myg: “Why is it always my fault? You never take responsibility for anything anymore.”
Mug: “Fine, OK. If i say I’m sorry, can we please just get a snack or something? Anything?”
Myg: “Fine. But we are going to the popular place over there. Even if we have to share a space with people”
Mug: “Fine.”
Exit Myg and Mug, stage right
Scene Two
Lights up on breathless joggers
Jogger one:”Ouch! God! Did you just get bitten?”
Jogger two: “ Yeah! There are loads of them round here. Worst thing about Summer, if you ask me.”
The end