Scene 1

Camera slowly zooms from high above a suburban neighborhood, it then focuses on the front facade of one house. The door opens, as if allowing a guest in, we make a quick right turn and find ourselves in the middle of a poker home game. Four men sit around the table, a wife walks by on her way to the kitchen, casually clad.
Damian: ...i told her "no ma'am, i'm married," apparently she hadn't noticed the blatant gestures i kept making with my left hand. i mean this was brutally obvious stuff like looking at my nails, and checking my watch, which i don't have...
Samuel: I raise
Damian: No, you bet.
Samuel: Alright, i bet a dollar
Damian: The blind is two dollars...you have to bet that.
Samuel: But it's no limit man.
Damian: Umm yeah, you go watch the Miller High Life rules of the game, i have them on DVD over by that archaic piece of machinery.
Samuel goes over to the VCR
Dave: Well i call.
Damian: You sure about that? This is the first pot you've been in...whatcha holdin' over there?
Dave: Two queens.
Damian: O, well you don't want to call with two queens.
Dave: Alright, i'll fold then.
Wille: I think he wants you to raise.
Damian: Yeah...ummm maybe we should forget this whole cards thing and resort to reflecting on why Dave and i are the only married ones here.
Cell phone vibrates on table
Dave: Hello. Hey sweetie...no i'm not losing money, and even if i was, it would be to the guys...not like we're robbing from the baby's college fund or anything...of course i'll be home before 12...oo yeah dinner with your parents tomorrow. Ok, well i'll be home in a few hours. Bye love.
Damian Willie & Samuel from couch: Baby?!
Dave: Haha. No she's not keepin' a bun in the oven. Just plannin' ahead. You know how Janet loves to be read yfor anything. I mean birth control isn't that reliable anyways right?
Samuel: Really?
Damian: Well we could ask this lovely lady here. gives wife a peck on the cheek and looks into her eyes as she makes her way towards the bedroom in sweats.
Wife: You want something babe?
Damian: Well...
Willie: So for the sake of the single men here can we please change the topic. And by the way Dave. Ever since you hung up the phone, Damian has been just longing to make some sort of "my wife is better than yours" joke, and i think rightly so. Midnight curfew...you're 26!
Damian: True, and by the way--
Samuel: Dude, a royal flush beats a straight flush!
Damian:--i have to be up at 5 tomorrow, we have faculty meetings, so you guys should probably clear out with Dave anyways.
Samuel to Willie from the couch: Is he serious?
Willie: My readigns pick up nothing to the contrary.
Damian: Sam, you ready to lose your money yet?
Samuel: In every hand, someone over here makes a full house, it's kinda creepy, but yeah, i suppose.
Damian: Finally...let's play some cards...in loud voice and continuing the hot-chick-hitting-on-me-story--
Wife from bedroom: Isn't he such a joker?
Samuel: Those are wild.