[Scene: A crowded loft on Manhattan's Lower East Side. It is approximately 2:00 a.m.; the party is now winding down, though the bar is still open and people are still drunkenly—badly—dancing. In walks Entourage star Adrian Grenier, the only famous face in an otherwise nondescript crowd of 20-somethings. Surveying the scene, his eye fixes upon a pretty brunette standing near a couch, on which a Radar reporter happens to be sitting. They make eye-contact and she smiles. He approaches. They are both wearing jeans, though it is unclear whose are skinnier. Her hair is slightly longer; his hair is noticeably greasier.]

Adrian: Hi, what's your name?
Brunette: [Giggling. It is obvious she knows who he is; she is flattered that he has approached her] Elizabeth*. What's yours?
Adrian: Adrian.
Brunette: Nice to meet you! And what do you do, Adrian?
Adrian: I make documentary films.
Brunette: Oh really?
Adrian: Yeah. And some other stuff on the side. What about you?
Brunette: I'm in fashion.
Adrian: That's cool. So how about we go home and I fuck the shit out of you?

Brunette: [Staring, somewhat flabbergasted] Excuse me? I don't really know you well enough to do that, I don't think.
Adrian: Well, let's get to know each other. Where are you from, Elizabeth?
Brunette: I'm from Houston, Texas.
Adrian: [Pauses. Warily.] Are you a Democrat or a Republican?
Brunette: Didn't anyone ever tell you it's impolite to talk about politics and religion at a party?
Adrian: Well who did you vote for in the last election?
Brunette: Not that it's any of your business, I voted for Bush.
Adrian: [Upon hearing the name Bush, Adrian works himself into a minor frenzy] Wow. I mean, how could you? Are you serious? Do you know what he's done to this country? I mean ... well, who are you voting for in this election?
Brunette: I haven't decided yet.
Adrian: Hmm. Well how about we go home and I fuck the shit out of you and we talk about it in the morning?
Brunette: No thanks.

Fin.

(* Name has been changed to protect the accosted)