Enron by Lucy Prebble

Scene 2: Afterparty

In a corporate boardroom, high up, Skilling and Roe finish having clothed, quick sex.
Skilling That's … concerning.
He is doing his trousers up. Roe is pulling down her skirt and straightening herself.
Skilling No. The market is. You want to have this argument now?
Skilling Right. But you're wrong.
Skilling What?
Skilling Not … really.
Skilling I wasn't bullied! I got things quicker. When you get things quicker, you begin to resent people who don't.
Skilling No, hey, I was drunk when I told you that stuff … I don't want to get on the couch about it.
Skilling You know what, we accept that some people are prettier than other people and their lives are probably easier, and we accept that some people are funnier – but if you're smarter, you're supposed to walk around like you're shamed by it. Like everyone's viewpoint is equally valid. Well, it's not, some people are fucking idiots.
Skilling No, not here. Exactly.
They look out of a window over Houston.
Skilling I love a workplace at night. No banality.
Skilling We need to talk about a thing.
Skilling (lying) Yeah.
Skilling / What did he say to you?
Skilling Wait, Rich is leaving?!
Skilling You're getting President?
Skilling No!
Skilling I was gonna say Susan and I have separated.
Skilling Rich is leaving Enron?
Skilling Has Lay offered you the job?
Skilling I can't believe he's going.
Skilling Rich is leaving (!) And it's four times.
Skilling That is wrong, but –
Skilling / You forgot the plane.
Skilling Sex. Penetration.
Skilling That's penetration! I was penetrating your –
Skilling I don't want to throw anything in (!) It doesn't matter, nothing will be penetrated any more.
Skilling Has he offered you the job?
Skilling I left. She left. But I – left.
Skilling You are entirely irrelevant.
Skilling Will I have to call you Madam President?
Skilling I'm forty-two.
Skilling Oh God.
Skilling It's not that.I just, don't think this is the world I want to live in.
Skilling I don't mean …I've just been thinking. Waking up at night with all these ideas.Ideas for here.You know, maybe every extraordinary thing that's ever happened was conceived by a man alone in a room at four in the morning.
Skilling He doesn't get me. I didn't grow up on a farm.
Roe smiles.
Skilling I'd like to be the other thing. Be nice.
Skilling shakes his head.
Skilling I'm going back to work.
She eyes him.
Skilling Wow.
Skilling gets a tissue out of his pocket. Roe takes it and gently wipes all the way up her inner leg, wiping off the ejaculate that has run down her thigh.
She tosses the Kleenex away deliberately casually and confidently strides from the office.
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