Operational bachelorette party. Comedy. А play for 5 people

Sooooo!

Bela removes her palms from her face, briefly switches her gaze to Xana, and bursts into tears again, covering her face with her hands.

Xana (looking intently at Bela). And, well, everything is clear …

Xana on a heavy exhalation turns her gaze to the auditorium.

Bela tries to calm down, sobs. Wipes his face and nose with his hands. She's shaking all over with nerves and emotions.

Xana gives Bela some time to clean up.

Xana (looking intently at Bela again). So.... (With an affirmative question.

) Yeah?

Bela (sobbing, through crying, nodding). Yeah…

Xana is busily looking around. Her gaze stops at a roadside cafe.

Xana (resolutely, Bele, reinforcing the remark with gestures). You're coming with me!

Xana goes and sits down at an empty table at a roadside cafe. A completely "broken" Bela is trailing behind her. He sits down next to me.

A waitress in a white blouse approaches, with a menu in her hands. This is Damira. He smiles affably.

Damira (to visitors, friendly).

Hello, my name is Damira, I will be serving your table today. (Offering a menu.) Study the menu, or would you like to place an order right away?

Xana (resolutely, to the waitress). Immediately! So…

Xana expertly quickly opens the menu and pokes her finger at some section.

Xana (resolutely, to the waitress, showing her choice). Here are a couple of these cocktails, a salad like this. Two. And....

Bela begins to sob heavily again, again covers her face with her hands.

Xana turns her gaze to Bela.

Then the waitress.

Xana (resolutely, to the waitress, putting away the menu). Lights out cocktails and salads. Bring us some delicious vodka, Damira, and have a natural snack. Tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuce leaves… Well, I understand in general, yes?

Damira (writing down). Understood-understood.

The waitress leaves, Xana rests her chin on her hand, looks pityingly at Bela. Bela calms down.

Bela (hesitantly). Excuse me, I'm…

Xana (resolutely, interrupting). Let's go for "you".

We have the same age plus or minus.

Bela (hesitantly). Good…

Xana (resolutely, but kindly). I'm Xana. You can Ksyu!

Bela (nodding affably). Bela.

Xana (cheerfully). Bela? An infrequent name. Can I call you Squirrel?

Bela (calmly). You can, that's usually everyone's name.

Damira promptly brings the order. He places a couple of stacks on the table, puts a misted bottle of vodka, a plate with slicing.

Xana (reading the waitress's badge).