Holy Water and Vodka. iLets talk about the girls, Gregory Neustadter said. "Id like to start at the very beginning.Holy Water and Vodka. i7 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
It wasnt an office with a chair and a couch and warm mahogany furnishings, but it would do. There was no bowl of courtesy mints on the table, and certainly no steaming cup of Earl Grey, but that could be easily justified. There was a fluorescent light and two chairs to be occupied; there was a steel door and no windows, to maintain privacy. The room had enough square footage on it so as not to induce claustrophobia, but was compact enough that the door was within a couple meters reach, if escape was necessary. There was a client seated at the other end of the table, a client bound in chains, and for what was withheld within those chains that was what truly mattered.
You doctors and your chronology, the client said, and this was not the first smirk Neustadter had seen snake across the mans face. He enjoyed not the cha
PS: A Question of Motivation FADE IN:PS: A Question of Motivation4 years ago in Drama More Like This
INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY
A clock with roman numerals TICKS. A chair CREAKS.
The faintest of grins pulls back on a scruffy man's face. This is DREW (30s). His leg bounces as he nervously looks at ROBERTA (30s), seated across from him. She also watches him, but she's still. Wary. Terrified.
Is something wrong? You're awfully quiet today.
For a second, it isn't clear if Roberta's going to laugh or cry. Instead, she just stifles a cough.
We'll never get to the heart of the problem if you don't talk to me.
I'm fine. Just...fine.
Fine? That isn't very definitive.
Fine, as in, super peachy. Doc.
Well, how's your week been?
She shakes her head, exhaling, processing.
Been sleeping all right?
She doesn't respond.
I take that as a "no". Stress getting to you?
Looks up at him.
Maybe a little.