INT. OMAR'S APARTMENT (at 108 Fifth Avenue)

OMAR
Okay. So, um ... Mark and Greg? Cory, Kelli, and Jill. [MARK and GREG retrieve their clothing on the floor outside the bathroom. They look awkwardly at THE LESBIAN CHORUS. Omar briskly walks toward the two guys.] In the bedroom. Now. [Looking back toward STEPHEN, ERIC, and THE LESBIAN CHORUS with a wink and a smile] Just a sec, okay?

INT. OMAR'S BEDROOM

The smallish room is dominated by a Design Within Reach "Zola" platform bed flanked by bedside tables and a dresser from the same collection. The room is lit by Flou "Gabbiano" lamps on each bedside and two Kartell "Toobe" lamps on the dresser. The bass of the music playing in the living area can slightly be heard. Tightly folded laundry covers the Millesimo "Sferra" duvet on the bed. MARK and GREG begin toweling off.


GREG
Massive social anxiety.


MARK
Panic piggy?

GREG
No, just... I mean... Omar. Today is supposed to be friends hanging out. Avoiding "parade people". Having some drinks. Doing, like, "whatever." [more briskly] I wouldn't have come raging out of the shower singing Lady Gaga, I mean... you. [in a stage whisper] What are those girls?

OMAR
One of them works with Eric. They just showed up at the door with Stephen and him.

MARK
Rude.

GREG
Rude! Piggy needs Xanax.

MARK
Mark too!

OMAR
Greg and Mark need pronouns. And clean shirts. [pointing to clothes on the floor] I can smell those from here.

MARK
You still have some of mine, don't you?


OMAR
I still have a ton of yours. Those are in storage.

MARK
Storage?

OMAR
It was either that or pitch them. And if I pitch them you'll be all "rugby team" this and "college" that. And, seriously. It's been two years, baby.

MARK
No. We haven't... [Pause] Really?

GREG
Hello? Cause of breakup in the room? Yes, two years.

MARK
You're not. Um. Well, fine, but I hope they're not just in some ratty old Trader Joe's bag. Is all of my stuff in storage?

OMAR
Pretty much. Which I should invoice you for. Oh. Anyway, you can wear one of mine. [Grabbing two tee shirts from the laundry on the bed] These should fit.

MARK
[looking at the label as GREG puts the shirt on] I can't believe you still shop at Gap Kids.

OMAR
Whatever. It fits.

MARK
I still say they think you're a pedophile shopping in there.

OMAR
It's not like I go in the fitting room.

MARK
It's creepy.

GREG
[looking in the mirror] But it fits kind of amazing.

OMAR
Exactly.

MARK
Still creepy. And what's with all the clothes on the bed? [sardonically] Doing laundry?

OMAR
They've changed staff at the laundry or something. The folds aren't right so I re-fold everything. [meeting the bland stare of Greg] I like a tight fold. Otherwise things get bunchy.

GREG
Heh. Bunchy.

OMAR
Quiet you. Or no Xanax.

GREG
You know I'm good at keeping quiet.

OMAR
[after a quick pause and a cold stare at GREG] Put on your shirt, Mark. Let's meet the lesbians.