[An office, sleek and elegant in black&white - the sort that would
almost make
Patrick Bateman green with rage. The
almost is that instead of framed Ansel Adams works or something similarly low key, colorful posters for the circus's Day and Night shows line the walls. Care in frame and matting showcase the wonders, but keep them from overpowering the room. The two different decors are in surreal harmony with one another.
Looking uncharacteristically haggard, Luke sits at the desk. He slides the large blotter aside to look at his image reflected in the glossy black surface beneath.
With a visible wince, he quickly puts the blotter back into place.
He bends down a little over to the right; sounds of a drawer opening. Aspirin bottle is brought into view, then returned to the drawer. Up next; green bottle, roughly the size and shape of a unlabeled Heineken. The dark glass color and cork indicate it's wine, not beer.
Using only white gloved fingertips, Luke effortlessly pops the cork free. Doesn't bother with a glass or other niceties, just downs the entire contents.
The change in his appearance is immediate: Alert, focused and refreshed.
Low hiss. Angry green eye fills the screen.
*click*]