Rose (Stefanie): a 25 year old prostitute from LA who
recently moved to New York City
Denny: a working class wife and father of two who has been
working in the city his whole life
Denny had made an
“appointment” for Rose to meet up with him at the Trump Towers at 2 A.M on this
Saturday night. His wife and kids are away on a camping trip. It is fifteen
past two and rose had just arrived, she sits at the edge of the bed.
Rose: So I basically charge about a hundred an hour
depending on your…well your needs. So you can either pay before or (she pauses and looks up at Denny who is
nervously twiddling his thumbs) Sir, are you alright?
Denny: What? Oh yeah I’m fine I just (he continues to twiddle his thumbs and look down upon her nervously) Can
you give me a moment?
Rose: You gotta wife?
Denny: Ex-excuse me? Why does that matter? ( he gives her a glare like she’s
meaningless)
Rose: Just wondering if you gotta wife is all, but I can
tell you do. (Denny becomes quiet and
stares down at the comforter which he is standing over) You love er?
Denny: Of course I do, she’s my wife.
Rose: Then why ya here? (she
gives him a scolding look) Don’t tell me you got kids.
Denny: (lowers his
head ashamed) I have two children, two girls. Fifteen and seven.
Rose: And they’re out of town right? They have no idea
you’re here. You said you got some business to do while they go and have fun,
but little do they know they’re hard working papa is just with some..
Denny: (cutting rose
off rather angrily) Who are you to say anything? You’re nothing but some
prostitute I found on craigslist. You don’t mean anything nor do you know
anything. So why don’t you shut up before I take my money and go.
Rose: (quietly but with
much force) Those little girls, I was them and my father..(she pauses briefly and appears to collect
herself) I just know more than you think.
Denny: Look I am sorry about what you father did but my wife
and I we don’t get along very well, at least not lately. She is always saying I
need to spend more time with the family, but whenever I’m home she’s
complaining we don’t have enough money for vacations and clothes. You know,
it’s like I’m never good enough for her.
Rose: But you’re plenty good enough for someone like me
right? Trash.
Denny: (looking down
at his thumbs which are no longer twiddling) No not trash, just I don’t
know. What’s your name anyways?
Rose: Rose on the job, Stephanie when I’m not.
(Denny’s phone begins
to ring with his wives contact name and tears form in his eyes which he quickly
wipes away)
Denny: You gotta husband? Kids?
Rose: Husband died few years back, he made the money. I have
one son, Mason, he’s fourteen. (she cups
her face in her hands and begins to sob) If he knew this is what I did,
this is what I’ve become he would never forgive me. (she shakily lights a cigarette and takes a big puff)
Denny: You don’t have to be Rose tonight, how does that
sound Stefanie?
Stefanie: What do you mean?
Denny: Well I’ll still pay you and all, but we don’t have to
do anything, in fact I don’t want to. We can just sit here and talk, that way I
won’t be cheating on my wife and you don’t have to be Rose tonight. Okay?
Stefanie: Well I mean, I guess that sounds alright. (she leans her head back against the head
board and pulls out another cigarette) Want one?
Denny: Oh well I don’t.. well sure why not.
They both sat there
all night, talking and puffing cigarette smoke. They talked about their kids
and their spouses, anything there was to be talked about. They talked about
Stefanie, not about Rose once that night.