Slip

So, are you in recovery?

What?

You said you don't drink.

Oh, yeah. No, uh, nothing like that.

I just... tend to get into trouble when I do.

That's wise.

Yeah, I... I guess.

Well, where do you want to go?

Um, we can still go to a bar.

I'll just get a soda or something.

Cool.

How about this?

Oh, um...

I thought you said a bar was okay.

It is. I just... this one is, um...

Oh, yeah, no.

It's just, it's not really my vibe.

Yeah. That place, it sucks.

- It's no good. -

You want to pick?

Um...

How about that one?

Hey. Oh, hello.

Do you come here a lot?

No, I've... I've actually never been here before.

Mae, bitch! Where have you been all my life?

I need some of that magic powder.

Um... Oh, you...

you must have me mistaken for someone else.

Oh, your name's not Mae, and you don't have

an endless supply of that high-grade blow

on which you can sing Bonnie Raitt

really, really, really fast?

No.

No, I-I just have a familiar kind of face, I guess.

I'm, um... Liv.

Color me Brad Pitt.

I guess I'll have to go find my magic fairy dust

somewhere else.

Hey, do you want to, um, get out of here?

Sure. Yeah.

- So, drugs? -

What... what is it you do?

I'm, uh, I'm a writer.

Like prose or...

Fiction.

Really? Have you, um, written...

or how many novels have you written?

I'm working on my sixth, actually.

No! Oh, my God. That's amazing.

Yeah, I guess. Yeah.

Sorry. I, um,

I'm just impressed with the human spirit.

What about you?

- Hm? - What do you do?

Oh, um, I'm a curator... of life.

Of-of-of life... curator.

Life curator.

Yeah, I create experiences

for women, you know,

to teach them how to live.

That's cool.

Yeah, it is, I guess.

Sort of an epidemic these days, yeah.

We all spend so much of our lives obsessing over

what we should be doing rather than what we want to be.

So...

what do you want to be doing right now?

Do you wanna come in?

Yeah.

- Whoa. -

No TV, huh?

Oh, yeah. I know that's weird.

No, I think that's cool.

Did you want a drink? A water?

- Yeah, water's good. Thanks. - Okay.

[refrigerator door opens, closes]

Who, uh, who painted all these?

I did. Long time ago.

- Really? - Yeah.

I still like to paint, just for fun.

- Oh, thanks. - Yeah.

You're, um, you're really good.

I'm okay.

It's funny, painting has always helped me with my writing.

There's something about leaving one world

and entering another that, I don't know,

allows you to reenter the old one from a new place.

Wait. Sorry.

It's okay.

I just need... um...

do you think we could just, like, take this slow?

Yeah. You don't want to do this?

I...

Get out.

What?

Just kidding. I was kidding you.

Oh, God. You scared me.

Yeah, I know. What do you want to do?

- I'd love to take a shower. - Yeah. Sure. Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

Last night was fun.

Yeah?

Just sleeping next to you.

Oh.

Yeah.

Oh, man.

What?

I just remembered I had the craziest dream.

- Oh, really? - Mm-hm.

What was it?

I was here. I was like, kinda here.

I was in this house, but it was slightly different

in the details... Oh, God.

What?

Explaining your dreams to someone is the worst.

- No, no. It's okay. - Ugh.

- Go on, I want to hear it. -

Okay. You were there.

Or here. We were dancing.

You kept trying to lead, which I like.

I kept tripping over my feet.

And then my feet got like, stuck to the ground.

Suddenly, I couldn't move them anywhere.

You just kept dancing around me, and I was watching you.

And you were... magnificent.

Just so free in your movement.

And then you kept asking me where I was going.

- Like, oh, where are you... -

...and my feet were clearly stuck.

And I...

I couldn't find the words to say that...

I wasn't going anywhere.

Good to know.

- Take it in slow, right? -

Yeah, right.

You still want to keep hanging out with me?

Yeah. Absolutely.

This is the only canvas I got stretched right now,

but we could share.

Mm. Okay.

One for you...

and one for me.

Hm. What about the space between?

Possibilities are infinite.

Right on.

Okay.

Okay. Hm.

Where to begin?

Depends what story you want to tell.

- May I? - Yeah.

You got the flat

for when you want to fill in large spaces.

You got the bright

when you want more control.

You got the fan

for when you want to...

smooth things over.

Oh, my God.

- Oh! I want you so bad. - Mm-hm.

Fuck. But we can't. I'm sorry, we can't.

It's okay.

I just don't... I don't want this to go away.

And if we fuck,

maybe we could just...

Take it slow.

Yeah.