Norah enters the kitchen while Ellie searches for a drink in the fridge
N: Can you get me one drink as well?
Ellie screams in shock, noticing Norah
E: Jeeeeesus, you startled me. You are some kind of Ninja, aren’t you?!
Norah (giggles): sorry, I didn’t mean to…
E:It’s fine! (sticks her head back into the fridge) What do you want to drink?
There’s beer, wine, perhaps some milk or the last sip of Soy sauce I see here?
N: Uhm…. Beer I guess.
Ellie grabs one beer and hands it to Norah, head still in the fridge
N: thank you!
E: you’re welcome, honey
N: what exactly are you looking for in there?
E: your fridge reveals more about you than you’d think! Clues everywhere!
N: “OK” and what have you found besides beer, wine, milk, and soy sauce?
E: Lots actually. I know for a fact that our host is single, lactose intolerant, can cook, does not drink and hates almonds.
N: uh, don’t tell me. The milk is lactose free, some of the beer is alcohol free which no one buys for a party like this one and the portions are for singles only.
N: but why does he hate almonds? Full packet in the fridge?
E: No but doesn’t everybody?
Norah gives her an underwhelmed look and a raised brow.
E: But this body is a chef at a restaurant…
N: Have you ever been there?
E: No, you?
Ellie closes the fridge and stares at Norah
E: But you must know something, right?!
N: A little… how about you? Are you guys friends?
E: no, otherwise I wouldn’t analyze the fridge, would I?
N: How would you call that? Psychofridgeolic Analysis?
E: Jungian Grocery Derivation and the Freudian implications of soy sauce selection
N: sounds like a hard read!
E: Freud in a nutshell
Norah looks astonished N: you are a quick one, aren’t you.
E: Same to you
Ellie gives Norah another beer, demonstratively pointing at the empty first bottle
Norah passes the empty bottle
E: Oh god where are my manners? (She wipes her hand with a kitchen cloth) I’m Ellie
(smiling) N: Norah.
E: Soooo what do you know about our mystery person?
N: Nothing much, a friend of mine was invited so I tagged along. She started making out half an hour ago so I gave her some space and ended up right here.
E: And they know each other?
N: I guess?
E: So let’s go ask her!
N: Nah… there were tongues intertwined, she will be busy for a while.
E: Ok, but at least tell me what you know. She must’ve briefed you pre-party.
N: I know he is a chef.
E: Yeah, because I told you….. go on…
N: I know he is in a band, playing guitar.
E: What kind?
N: Just a normal wood-one.
E: No, I mean what kind of band?
N: No idea… but my friend went to see one of his concerts and said their music was cray-cray.
E: That’s a good thing?
N: The way my friend uses it, definitely!
E: Anything else?
N: If you want me to go full Sherlock, I’d say he is tall.
E: Let’s see… (she looks around one arm behind her back, the way she imagined a detective would)
Footprints, scratch marks, bloodstains…. No I don’t see it.
N: That’s because you don’t see, you merely observe, my dear Watson. You lack the finesse of seeing what is almost…elementary!
E: How so?
N: The coffee mugs and coffee are on the highest shelf, the thing you crave most in the mornings…. Tucked away at that height? Coincidence? I don’t think so!
E: That’s just because you are small. See, I can reach it too.
N: Perhaps…. (She tries to look brooding and glances at Ellie with half closed eyes)
Ellie smiles and steps toward the small kitchen table.
E: Aha! What do we have here?!
Norah jumps to her, intrigued.
E: A note from…. A former lover stranded at Dunkirk unable to return perhaps? (She holds it up and reveals the shopping list)
Norah starts reading N: Gin, Cucumber, Kaboom Cornflakes, Curry, Toilet paper, Slusho mix, Soy sauce…
Ellie throws the note on the ground and starts circling the room.
N: Guess we just have to find him.
E: No, no no no no no, we can figure this out. There must be clues. (She conjures another beer for Norah from behind her back and continues roaming.)
N: Now that I think of it…who invited you to this party?
E: Yeah, I just crashed this joint. (She reveals a dirty white-toothed grin)
N: That’s why you want to know. I get it now… the whole secret agent thing
E: Right, I’d love some info on Dr. Nobody before I get caught and have to explain why half the beer is missing.
N: Seems I’m partly to blame (She puts down the third empty beer bottle and this time grabs one for Ellie)
E: To strange encounters of the best kind!
N: Hear, hear!
They toast and empty half their bottles in one gulp.
N: Do you do this often?
E: I wouldn’t say I’m an alcoholic but..
N: Crashing house parties! You know what I meant.
Ellie bites her tongue demonstratively and looks to the ceiling.
E: Occasionally… I’m a cool cat
N: Aaaand now that you said that, less so
E: How hurtful
N: Not to a real cool cat
Norah notices the shopping list on the ground and reads the last items
N: Wait, he needs to buy tampons?
In this moment Norah’s friend Iggy arrives looking like a Dalmatian, covered with hickies on her neck.
Iggy: There you are Ellie, thanks for the invite. This party is totally cray-cray!
Ellie wrestles trying to keep the grinning to a minimum and ultimately fails to do so.
Ellie: No problem. Glad to have you and Norah here. We just got to know each other a little.
Norah rolls her eyes with crossed arms.
E: I never said he was a man, did I? Can I get you another beer Sherlock?
N: No thanks I’m already served
Julian was listening to Raleigh Ritchie – The Greatest and Merk & Kremont – Sad Story (Out Of Luck) while writing this…