Came lookin' for a Blonde!

Location: A bar at the local brewery. Nothing remarkable at first sight, could be any where in small town America. On further inspection, its a bar full of enlightened people, or at least some that consider themselves to be enlightened and some that surely believe they are on the way there.

Characters:
Tom: An unremarkable young chap with a glint in his eyes and a strange accent
Jerry: A rather remarkable chap: a vibrant ball of life, dark hair, brown eyes, slightly stocky... but only slightly so.

Scene: Tom and Jerry are on neighboring bar stools. They are strangers to each other (at least relatively speaking). There is a half empty pitcher of lager somewhere in between and similarly half empty pint glasses.

Jerry (looks at Tom): Umm haven't I seen you before?

Tom (embarrassed): Er... maybe... Oh yes! yesterday at V's

An awkward silence follows.

Jerry: So you new here... What do you think of the brew here?

Tom: Oh I rather like it... the blonde especially!

Jerry: Well S_ has quite a micro-brewing community...

Tom: Yeah they do.... wait how did you know... ?

Jerry awkwardly fumbles ...

Jerry: ... er ... its just the S_ aura... you know how things are very unique up there.

Tom (not quite convinced): Ah... I see!

An awkward pause

Tom: So what do you do here?

Jerry: Grad student in art history! Very different from what you do ...

Tom (this time amused): So you know what I do as well!!

They both laugh and take a hearty swig!

Tom: So have you travelled?

Jerry: Yes a bit... I'am half -

Tom: -Hungarian?

They both smile

Jerry: And how the Dickens do you know that?

Tom (smiling mischievously): Oh well!! I guess its the aura. Eastern Europeans have it around them...

Jerry continues to look at Tom with an indulgent yet unconvinced smile... as if waiting for a better answer but not really expecting one!

Tom (cornered but enjoying it): ... Oh come on! I know! One of my best friends is of East European descent... Oh well never mind!

Jerry: Wait a minute... how many "Best" friends do you have?

Joyous laughter folllowed by yet another hearty swig.

Bartender: You guys need another pitcher? Or should I straighten up your tabs?

More laughter follows.

The curtain falls on two merry, red faced men laughing about jokes that were never cracked.