[SCENE] Jake and Lana in: "The end of the night"
((Please read this first, and then this second before reading this log.))
Jake: *the same evening he returns to Los Angeles and back into Lana Skye's life, Jake sits at her dining room table after they've had dinner together for the first time in a year and a half. He browses the net on her laptop; something he hasn't done in a long time. He's even posted in his dead online journal, to see if anyone is still reading*
Lana: *walks down the stairs, cellphone still in hand. She breathes out a breath of air to steady herself--always a bad sign--before heading over to the dining room table*
Jake: *her demeanor catches his attention -- he looks up calmly from her laptop with a smile* Bambina? ...Everything all right?
Lana: No, not really. *she's glancing off and already bracing for the worst, as if she's afraid to see his response* I was on the phone with Miles just now.
Jake: Ah... *there isn't much of a reaction. He takes his hand off the laptop* You say howdy to him for me?
Lana: I did. *considers her next few words carefully, still eying the wall* He asked me if I thought it appropriate that you stay here.
Jake: *watches her* ...Ain't much appropriate, is it?
Lana: *lowers her head somewhat* No, it isn't. *and quickly* Tomorrow--I'll help you book a suitable motel room, somewhere close by.
Jake: *without any signs of bitterness or sadness -- the absence of which in turn may seem alarming -- he closes her laptop and stands up, still smiling* No need for none of that. I'll vamoose now.
Lana: *her hands snap onto his arm just about immediately* No. Please. It's already late tonight. And you've already unpacked.
Jake: *a brief chuckle* I took out one or two things, and it ain't too late to find a motel vacancy. *pats her hands* We're a couple of fine-lookin' people -- don't wanna risk causing a scandal. *moves to the stairs*
Lana: *sharply, following right behind him* We won't be causing one.
Jake: *heads up the stairs at a steady pace, not looking back* I ain't so optimistic. 'Sides, wouldn't be prudent of me to spend a night in Ema's bed. *jokingly* Imagine the scandal that could cause.
Lana: *her hand clenches down on the railing as she trails him* Stop it. You know as well as I do that there wouldn't be any "scandal" at all. Why are you so adamant on leaving like this?
Jake: *slows down when he reaches the second floor, and quietly turns to her* ...Why are you so adamant on me staying?
Lana: *falters on the last few steps. She looks off, hesitating, before she finally softly admits* ...Because I'm afraid you're just going to leave again--for Wyoming, or someplace else.
Jake: ...You can't stop the wind from blowing, bambina. Neither can I. And we're all adrift, 'till the end of days. Best you can do is latch on -- but you're liable to get hurt. *turns, moving to Ema's room*
Lana: *flinches--but this appears to make her calmer instead of more agitated, or at least seemingly so. She stops in front of Ema's doorway, no longer in quite so hot pursuit*
Lana: Are you going? *there's just enough stress on the first word to show that she clearly doesn't mean just to the motel down the road*
Jake: *after stuffing a smaller bag into his duffel bag, he tugs on his poncho and adjusts it before slinging the straps over his shoulder just as he did merely hours ago. His picks up his hat and turns to her with a laid-back smile* I'm gonna find me an inn...and see if I can get myself a more permanent place to lodge, if the City of Angels will welcome me back.
Lana: *nods wordlessly, shutting her eyes*
Jake: *puts on his hat and gives the rim a tug -- he walks back to the staircase, not looking at Lana as he passes by*
Lana: *lets him pass and head down the stairs, following slowly. Her features are coldly neutral*
Jake: *doesn't say anything until he stops by the entrance. He begins pulling his boots back onto his feet* Now, don't re-heat the chili in the microwave oven, ya hear? They shoot you for that in Texas. Do it on the range.
Lana: *glances over to the kitchen* *simply* You should take some with you.
Jake: I made it for you. *tugs the second boot on and stands up, tapping the heel against the floor -- it seems that's all he has to say*
Lana: *bluntly* I see. *and, as she's just standing there, she steps to the door and opens it for him, looking away*
Jake: *adjusts the bag strap and takes a step towards the door; he stands there and looks to her quietly as though wanting to say something*
Lana: *at his pause, she turns to look over at him*
Jake: *smiles and tugs on his hat brim* Buck up, bambina. And remember...you can't break a horse if you stay sittin' on the fence. Adios. *turns, walking down the path to the sidewalk*
Lana: *shuts the door, watching him leave through the small window. When he's out of sight, she shuts off the lights at the front door, and heads upstairs*
((Stay tuned! Final scene tomorrow afternoon!))
Jake: *the same evening he returns to Los Angeles and back into Lana Skye's life, Jake sits at her dining room table after they've had dinner together for the first time in a year and a half. He browses the net on her laptop; something he hasn't done in a long time. He's even posted in his dead online journal, to see if anyone is still reading*
Lana: *walks down the stairs, cellphone still in hand. She breathes out a breath of air to steady herself--always a bad sign--before heading over to the dining room table*
Jake: *her demeanor catches his attention -- he looks up calmly from her laptop with a smile* Bambina? ...Everything all right?
Lana: No, not really. *she's glancing off and already bracing for the worst, as if she's afraid to see his response* I was on the phone with Miles just now.
Jake: Ah... *there isn't much of a reaction. He takes his hand off the laptop* You say howdy to him for me?
Lana: I did. *considers her next few words carefully, still eying the wall* He asked me if I thought it appropriate that you stay here.
Jake: *watches her* ...Ain't much appropriate, is it?
Lana: *lowers her head somewhat* No, it isn't. *and quickly* Tomorrow--I'll help you book a suitable motel room, somewhere close by.
Jake: *without any signs of bitterness or sadness -- the absence of which in turn may seem alarming -- he closes her laptop and stands up, still smiling* No need for none of that. I'll vamoose now.
Lana: *her hands snap onto his arm just about immediately* No. Please. It's already late tonight. And you've already unpacked.
Jake: *a brief chuckle* I took out one or two things, and it ain't too late to find a motel vacancy. *pats her hands* We're a couple of fine-lookin' people -- don't wanna risk causing a scandal. *moves to the stairs*
Lana: *sharply, following right behind him* We won't be causing one.
Jake: *heads up the stairs at a steady pace, not looking back* I ain't so optimistic. 'Sides, wouldn't be prudent of me to spend a night in Ema's bed. *jokingly* Imagine the scandal that could cause.
Lana: *her hand clenches down on the railing as she trails him* Stop it. You know as well as I do that there wouldn't be any "scandal" at all. Why are you so adamant on leaving like this?
Jake: *slows down when he reaches the second floor, and quietly turns to her* ...Why are you so adamant on me staying?
Lana: *falters on the last few steps. She looks off, hesitating, before she finally softly admits* ...Because I'm afraid you're just going to leave again--for Wyoming, or someplace else.
Jake: ...You can't stop the wind from blowing, bambina. Neither can I. And we're all adrift, 'till the end of days. Best you can do is latch on -- but you're liable to get hurt. *turns, moving to Ema's room*
Lana: *flinches--but this appears to make her calmer instead of more agitated, or at least seemingly so. She stops in front of Ema's doorway, no longer in quite so hot pursuit*
Lana: Are you going? *there's just enough stress on the first word to show that she clearly doesn't mean just to the motel down the road*
Jake: *after stuffing a smaller bag into his duffel bag, he tugs on his poncho and adjusts it before slinging the straps over his shoulder just as he did merely hours ago. His picks up his hat and turns to her with a laid-back smile* I'm gonna find me an inn...and see if I can get myself a more permanent place to lodge, if the City of Angels will welcome me back.
Lana: *nods wordlessly, shutting her eyes*
Jake: *puts on his hat and gives the rim a tug -- he walks back to the staircase, not looking at Lana as he passes by*
Lana: *lets him pass and head down the stairs, following slowly. Her features are coldly neutral*
Jake: *doesn't say anything until he stops by the entrance. He begins pulling his boots back onto his feet* Now, don't re-heat the chili in the microwave oven, ya hear? They shoot you for that in Texas. Do it on the range.
Lana: *glances over to the kitchen* *simply* You should take some with you.
Jake: I made it for you. *tugs the second boot on and stands up, tapping the heel against the floor -- it seems that's all he has to say*
Lana: *bluntly* I see. *and, as she's just standing there, she steps to the door and opens it for him, looking away*
Jake: *adjusts the bag strap and takes a step towards the door; he stands there and looks to her quietly as though wanting to say something*
Lana: *at his pause, she turns to look over at him*
Jake: *smiles and tugs on his hat brim* Buck up, bambina. And remember...you can't break a horse if you stay sittin' on the fence. Adios. *turns, walking down the path to the sidewalk*
Lana: *shuts the door, watching him leave through the small window. When he's out of sight, she shuts off the lights at the front door, and heads upstairs*
((Stay tuned! Final scene tomorrow afternoon!))