Theater Noise: With a ho, and a bang, and a...(Noises in background)
Theater Wench: Once you taste this, you will never go to a tavern again.
E: You think so cherrie, but what if I rather taste you lips.
Theater Wench: My lips are even sweeter still.
E: (She kisses him. He lets his tongue play with hers, then runs
it down her neck. She swoons with pleasure. Then he sinks his teeth gently
in her neck, looking playfully behind at Louis, who if apalled and fascinated.
)
My friend, you should taste those lips.
Theater Wench: Is his kiss as deep as yours.
E: Deeper, Mou Cher (Louie kisses wench, lestat drinks from wrist)
ANTICS ON THE STAGE
Laughter rocks the tavern.
Theater: (Noises of arguing) What about me? A romp retired a
romp...
L: I will not take her life.
E: I've done it for you. She's dead, as a door nail, my friend. (He
lays gold coins on the table) It's so easy you almost feel sorry for
them.
INT. DINING ROOM. NIGHT.
E: (Lestat looks up at him and grins.)You'll get use to killing,
just forget about that mortal coil. You'll get accustume to things all
to quickly
Slave Girl: Your not hungry Mesour.
E: Contrare he could eat the whole colony (Laugh cover face with
a hankerchief)
L: I'm finished with that, Now leave us. (Yvette reaches for his uneaten plate. Louis stops her hand. Holds it for a beat too long, looking at the veins in her wrist. The veins pulsing on her neck.)
E: Yet you pretend you fool, don't give the game away. Where lucky to have such a home.
(His hand snakes out under the table. It comes up holding a large
grey rat. He bares his fangs and slices the rat's throat. He pours the
blood into a crystal glass. )
E: Would you Pretend to drink atleast, such fine crystal shouldn't
go to waste. (He hands the glass to Louis. Louis drinks the blood and
stares at it in surprise, then at the dead rat on the fine lace tablecloth.
)
I know it gets cold so quickly.
L: We can live like this, off the blood of anaimals?
E: (Lestat shrugs) I wouldn't call it living, I'd call it surviving.
Usefull trick if your caught for a month on a ship at sea. (Lestat strokes
the belly of the dead rat, studying it sadly.) There's nothing in this
world now that doesn't hold some...
L: ...Fascination
E: yes. I'm bored with this prattel (He throws the rat away.)
L: But we can live without taking human life, it's possiable.
E: Any thing is possiable, Just try it for a week, come in to New Orlands
Let me show you some new sport. (laugh)
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