Makers Diary: 21 Text

I have written this text as one of the possible selections for the audience in their game of musical chairs...it's called 21...not sure if I will use it yet.
Woman 1: 1,2,3

Man: 4,5,6

Woman 2: 7,8,9

Woman 1: 10,11,12

Man: 13,14,15

Woman 1: 16, 17

Woman 2: 18

Man: 19,20

Woman 1: 21. Shit!

Woman 2: will you?
are you?
which will it be?

Woman 1: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.

Woman 2: will you?
Is she?
which will it be?

Woman 1: So I slipped off my pumps…..
One at a time
Let them drop, wriggling my bare toes on the coarse wet wood, cool under the pink soles of my feet.
I hadn't been serious
Not when I took a man-sized swig of Kiwi 20/20, let it scorch down my throat, fuelling my bravado, voiced in giggles.
I hadn't been serious
Not when I triumphantly announced 21, apathetically tossed them dare with a shrug.
(Pause)
Woman 2: I don't believe you
do you think she will?
She always does

Woman 1: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
I could feel their eyes on my feet willing my nakedness to travel past my knees and infect the rest of me.
I could almost/

Woman 2: See
Smell
Sense

Woman 1: Their breath catching
Shallow
Eyes wide, on the brink of faith.

Man: Not him though
Breath streaming out of his nose like a stallion
Only still, calm, his faith steadfast, She could sense it.
Eyes like polished chocolate, never left hers.

Woman 1: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
My denim mini and cropped, faded Tee, folded neatly in a pile on the coarse wood boards.
My flaming hearts, red and black cotton, Goth pants and matching bra, like a twisted knotty whipped topping.

Man: Behind him their scuffed and raggy school shoes, toes to her.
Fidgeting, fumbling, secretly towards him
Towards her.
He could feel them pulling tight around him in a gaggle.
He with his polished chocolate eyes, never left hers.

Woman 1: As I turned my back and curled my toes to grip the unfinished wood, on the end, raw and splintered,
I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
My skin puckered into millions of tiny pimples as the wind slipped around me.

Woman 2: will she?
Whisper
Hold your breath

Woman 1: I closed my eyes, lifted my heels, rocking my naked pink, puckered body towards nothing,
Teasing them, it, him, myself
And let them root again.
(Pause)
1,2

Man: 3,4,5

Woman 2: 6

Woman 1: 7,8,9

Man: 10,11

Woman 2: 12

Woman 1: 13,14

Man: 15,16,17

Woman 2: 18, 19,20

Woman 1: 21! Shit.
(Pause)
I never could say no, not when it mattered.
(Pause)
So I jumped.

Man: Cold
Biting
Wet
Silence
Disappear
His chocolate, polished eyes, never left hers
Bubbles
Wet
Cold
Silence
Silence
Silence
Wet
Disappear

Woman 1: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.

Woman 2: Will you?
are you?
which will it be?

Woman 1: I surfaced

Man: His polished, chocolate eyes, never left hers…hers.
Gulping
Gasping
Sharp air
Bursting through the green, green surface
Her naked pink toes propelling her up, up
His polished chocolate eyes never left hers….hers.

Woman 2: closer
Whisper
don't breath
Will she?
are you?
don't breath.

Woman 1: I never could say no, well not when it mattered
His polished chocolate eyes on me, steadfast stallion in his faith.

Man: Pulled up tight around him in a gaggle
jaws slack, mouths wide and gaping

Woman 1: I surfaced like a bobbing Holy Mary mother of God
A naked pink beacon
The flesh incarnate
Dripping wet defender of his faith
Him, you, you.

Man: Gaping, slack
Not him though, his polished chocolate eyes on her, hers
Drinking her up, setting fire to her intestines
Flames, licking and tickling her lust.

Woman 1: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
I climbed up refusing their outstretched fingers, that green, green liquid fleeing my flesh as I hauled up and onto the coarse, wet wood.

Man: His polished chocolate eyes on her, hers.

Woman 1: 1,2,3

Woman 2: will she?

Woman 1: 4,5,6

Man: his polished, chocolate eyes on her, hers.