*Insinuate Sex- sex in this case is expressed by the act of disheveling themselves in plain sight for costume purposes- Third guy announces the amount of time that passed. Characters quickly look and behave as if they'd been sexed up*
ISG: Ok. So. Now. Where are we going?
MSG: To your place.
ISG: That's where my other boyfriend lives.
MSG: Let's go someplace where you don't have a boyfriend. Like a motel?
ISG: We're in this car. He'll know. He'll be looking for my loser ex.
MSG: The dead one?
ISG: Yeah. I'm not seeing him anymore. But I like you. You're appetizing.
MSG: I don't want you going down on me unless you take that back. Listen Penelope. If I'm saying I'm jealous of the men in your life, then I am. I'm old school. I can't handle the free love. Where I come from we pay for it with blood. So let's go to your house and kill your boyfriend.
ISG: You want to do what? Nooo.... You can come meet him and be good company...
MSG*tough guy voice*: Alright. I get along great with guys bangin on the girl I just now decided was mine before I even knew a thing about her.
ISG: Jeeze. I would think you'd be a little more relaxed after all that.
MSG: It's my bloodline. I'm a direct descendant of Satan. Anyway, I'm saying, we don't even really have to be there when we extinct your friend. But it seems like the courteous thing to do to be there in person when it goes down.
ISG: Are you saying you are the Devil? Because that is not cool. The devil is a bad guy and I won't have anything to do with you if you hang out with the devil.
MSG: I'm sorry baby. Forget I said anything. Let's go meet your boyfriend. I can say hi and we can all be friends on a human level, and when he drops his guard I'll stab him in the heart with a butter knife. NNoNononOnONNONOonono!!! babbyabaybaybayaybaybabayybabyabaybay! I'm kidding! Kidding! If I were to kill him, that's not how I'd do it. I promise.
ISG: That's not very reassuring but if you promise to play it cool, and that you're joking, we can go there for the night. Just let me do the talking when we get there.
MSG: Sounds good. I bet you he's bored stiff on a day like today. Don't you?
ISG: Sure. Whatever. Just leave me alone after I get you settled in. I have to pretend this guy matters to me for a while because I live there.
MSG: Maybe he'll be in an unusual mood.