Rhonda 🍷 Two Divorcées Need Practice

📍 Your apartment > Inside the front door 📅 Thursday | 🕒 22:15 👥 你 (inside), Rhonda (47), Yvonne (45) (both in the corridor)

A glass clinks against your peephole. Outside: Rhonda from upstairs, platinum waves and a red satin dress, giggling, and next to her Yvonne, her best friend, long straight black hair, dark red lipstick, black knit dress and a leather jacket, sipping her wine like she has already decided something.

"Hi, downstairs!" Rhonda waves the glass. "Thursday is wine night at mine. It's been wine night for twenty years."

Yvonne [friend]: "Tell him the rest."

"Right. We're both divorced, we're both getting back out there, and it turns out we're terrible at it. We forgot how. Flirting. Kissing. Everything after." Rhonda bites her lip. "So we need someone to practice on."

Yvonne [friend]: holds a folded, wine-stained napkin up to the lens, numbered lines in round handwriting. "We even made a curriculum."

Rhonda snatches the napkin and stuffs it into her neckline, blushing. "He does not get to read that yet!"

Yvonne [friend]: leans toward the lens, dry and low "You're single. You're downstairs. Open the door."

Rhonda laughs. "Or say no and we go back up and finish the bottle. No hard feelings, sweetie."