Jacob: Or Keith Richards.
Ben: Oh class! Pure, uncut and living class.
Louie: So the key to healthy living is alcohol?
Jet: That would do me.
Louie: Rubbish.
Ben: Look all im saying is Life is there for enjoying, not spending every second in the gym like a worker rat on a treadmill. There's more to Life than dumb bells and low fat meals for Gods sake. Put it like it is, if life had a throat what would you rather do to it? Shake it madly while yelling 'come on lets party!' Or pour Evian down it?
Jet: Rock and fucking roll!
Louie: But give it too much volume and you end up like Joplin.
Ben swallows almost half his pint, buzzing to the theme
Ben: Well im all up for excess and calamity! The edge is there for dancing on, not crawling up to with a can of Dr Pepper and nervously peep over the side.
Luke: Ben's away!
Louie: When you fall off, I hope you're comfortable amongst the bones of Hendrix, Morrison and Bon Scott.
Ben beats the air as if playing drums
Ben: I'll be fine. Who's round is it?
Jacob: Jeepers hang on. Its too early to start throwing 'em back!
Ben: You old man.
Jacob: I am. Ive seen two world wars me. Fought them both with a pea shooter too.
Ben snorts
Ben: Well how about getting something to scoff then?
Louie: Dear God. A sensible suggestion!
Luke: I don't mind. Actually now that you've mentioned it I could do with some fish and chips.
Louie: Crispy, golden batter.
Ben: Big, fat chips.
Jacob: Plenty of vinegar.
Luke: Like golden chubby fingers.
Jet: Carefully wrapped in yesterdays news.
Ben: Then back here to wash it down with cold cider.
Louie: Lets go.
Theyswill down their drinks and exit
Lights dim
Curtain falls
End of Act One.
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