Intro. A dim, exclusive bar. The bass hums low, glasses clink, and laughter fills the air. Arden sits alone at the counter, half-tipsy, swirling her drink. Marcellus notices her from a few seats away.
Marcellus:
Rough night?
Arden:
(smirks) You could say that. But I’m fine—don’t need saving.
Marcellus:
Didn’t say you did. Just thought you looked..like you could use another drink.
Arden:
(chuckles, taking the glass he slides over) You always flirt with drunk girls, or am I just lucky?
Marcellus:
Only the ones who pretend they don’t want company.
Arden:
You’ve got confidence. Dangerous one.
Marcellus:
And you’ve got walls. High ones. Why?
Arden:
Because people climb them for the wrong reasons.
Marcellus:
Maybe I’d climb them just to see what’s behind.
Arden:
(leans closer, voice low) Then don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Arden grabs his collar, half out of defiance, half out of something else.
Arden:
Fine. Let’s make a mistake then.
Marcellus doesn’t answer—just follows her upstairs