A Friend of the Devil part two

Ted: That’s it? I choose a game, and if I win I get to live?
Death: Yes. And if you lose all our orifices will be raped by a thousand demons every day for an eternity.
Ted: So not much at stake huh? I mean besides the eternal damnation thing.
Death: I hear you can get used o it after a while. Now, if you are done being cynical you mind choosing a contest?
Ted: what kind of contest
Death: Well the old standby is chess, but it could be anything: sports, jam off, trivial pursuit, I personally like go carting.
Ted: I’m good at poker.
Death: Then poker it is.
(Death stapes his fingers, demons come on stage and set up a poker game on the hood of car that ted had fallen on earlier. The two of them sit down at either side of the car.)
Ted: So five card stud?
Death: Five card stud is good.
(he starts dealing)
So where did you learn how to play poker.
Ted: Is this really a good time to chit-chat?
Death: I think it would make things more fun.
(beat)
Ted: My dad taught me to play. He was-
Death: I never had a dad. I was conserved into existence at the beginning of the universe. Or more like when the first living thing in the universe died.
Ted: Are you one of those people who has to make every conversation about themselves?
Death: You’re touchy. Ok what were you saying about your father?
Ted: Well he used to be a gambler, but he went to AA meetings and that striated him out. Not before he had lost his entire trust fund though. He taught me how to play cards. I had to quit playing with him because he got to competitive.
Death: My boss is really competitive too. The dinosaurs were killed because of a bet he had with his friend Gabe. I had to work overtime of three years after that whole fiasco.

Friend of the Devil Part One

Friend of the Devil
Part one
Ted: middle aged, shifty a little too skinny then he should be.
Death: the personification of death
Scene: the stage is blank except for a taxi. The a man on the taxi. He has fallen from a great distance and part of the taxi has collapsed under him. Blood drips from his body making puddles on the floor. Death enters.
Ted: AHHHHH!
Death: You can get up now.
Ted: I’m not dead?
Death: Oh you are dead. Sorry about that. Anyway come on you need to be Judged.
Ted: Judged?
Death: Yes, yes, now hurry up. I know that this whole experience must be quite shocking or whatever, but I have three other people to kill and I am running late. Now if you will just take my-
(death’s cell phone rings)
Sorry I have to take this it is my boss. Hey Mr. G, what’s up? Uh hu? What? Arbitrary contest? We still do that. I don’t really have time. Ok, ok.
(hangs up)
Ok, change of plan. It looks like we are supposed to have some kind of competition to decide your fate. I didn’t have enough to do today.
Ted: (yells) What is Going On?
Death: You are dead, now we have to compete about whether you can live. I don’t really like it, but that is bureaucracy for you. Now you have a few choices here. You can chose one of the old standards like a chess game of fiddle contest or you can come up with something of you own.
Ted: I’m not dead though. I can move and stuff.
Death: You are dead. What is the last thing you remember before you died?
Ted: I was falling off a building while strung out on PCP.
Death: and you think you survived that? Now please don’t go all denial on me. I have a job to do.
Ted: Ok right. So what do you want me to do?
Death: Chose a game.

To Be Continued