Sonny Takes Brenda to a Mob Restaurant ~ Spring, 1994
By: Mike (SnBWontEnd@aol.com)

(S&B had originally gone to The Outback, but Mac was still mad at them because Brenda helped Robin sneak out and because they gave her wine, so he refused to serve them. So Sonny told Brenda he'd take her someplace else, and he promised that there would be "adventure." They are escorted in by a guy named Harry - not the Harry who tried to blow them up though. ^g^ Harry takes their coats. The restaurant is very dark, lit only by candles, apparently. There is a pianist, a violinist, and a guy with a drumset.)

Sonny: How's it going, Harry?

Harry: Can't complain. It's good to see you again, Mr. Corinthos. I was just thinking the other day, when are we gonna get to see Mr. Corinthos in here again?

Sonny: Is Hammond around tonight?

Harry: Yes he is, sir.

(Hammond, who appears to be the maitre 'd, comes over.)

Hammond: Mr. Corinthos! This is a real pleasure. How are you tonight sir?

Sonny: Not bad, Hammond, how about you?

Hammond: Just fine.

Sonny: Big crowd tonight.

Hammond: We always have a table available for Mr. Corinthos.

(He escorts them over to a table.)

Hammond: It's been a while.

Sonny: Yeah, things have been pretty busy.

Hammond: Anything special I can send up tonight?

Sonny: No, what I need, I've got. Thanks Hammond.

Brenda: Wow.

Sonny: You can do better than that.

Brenda: What is this place?

Sonny: What does it look like?

Brenda: It looks like something out of "Casablanca." What's it called? There was no name on the door.

Sonny: There's no name.

Brenda: I've been down this street a million times and I never knew this place existed.

Sonny: You and most of Port Charles.

Brenda: So how do they get any business?

Sonny: If you don't know how to get here, you don't belong here.

Brenda: Oh, so it's like a private club.

Sonny: In a way.

Brenda: So how do you qualify for membership?

Sonny: Well, first you've gotta live long enough.

(After a commercial break, a waitor comes over to pour water for them.)

Brenda: Well, you're not a senior citizen, so I assume you mean something other than age. Or shouldn't I assume anything?

Sonny: It would be wise.

Brenda: You love to keep me off-bounds, don't you?

Sonny: I promised you adventure, didn't I?

Brenda: Yes, you did.

(Hammond comes over with a bottle of wine.)

Hammond: Compliments of the management, Mr. Corinthos.

Sonny: Oh, thank you. You are about to sample the best wine cellar in Pt. Charles - and that includes your friends the Quartermaines.

(The waitor comes over with a tray of entrees. He selects oysters and caviar for Brenda and shrimp with Brazil nuts for himself.)

Sonny: Is Carmello still working in the kitchen?

Hammond: Yes sir.

Sonny: Tell him I brought a special guest and to prepare something worthy of the occasion.

Hammond: Of course, sir.

(He pours red wine for the both of them and leaves.)

Brenda: You just love having them bow and scrape at your feet like you're royalty.

Sonny: (raising his glass) To an evening of adventure.

(They toast.)

Brenda: Blood red. Who'd have thought this all started with a blood transfusion?

Sonny: We had a connection long before I had your blood running through my veins. Have an oyster. You know what imperial means? It's Russian caviar. Sprinkle a little lemon. Elegant, simple, and very sexy. You like it?

Brenda: Mmmm. Well, this isn't The Outback.

Sonny: Let's drink to Mac Scorpio's stubbornness. If he'd accepted your apology, we'd be there instead of here.

Brenda: And he'd be glaring at me all through dinner. I've never seen that look in his eyes before.

Sonny: Maybe it had nothing to do with you. Maybe he forgot to pay his taxes or something.

Brenda: No, he's really mad at me. I just wish he'd let me take all the blame, instead of Robin.

Sonny: Why should you?

Brenda: Because I can handle it better than Robin.

Sonny: Then Robin should find a way to handle it. Look, she was gonna find a way to see Stone with or without your help. That's just the way it goes.

Brenda: No, you don't understand. Mac is feeling really guilty about Robin, I think. I mean he has so many other things on his mind - trying to marry Felicia, and Maxie being sick.

Sonny: You're just making excuses for him. Look, the way I see it, Robin is ready to grow up and he can't deal with it.

Brenda: I'm not sure Robin is ready to deal with it either. She's always been Miss Dependable. I'm used to being the bad girl but Robin isn't.

Sonny: Why let people assume the worst about you?

Brenda: Maybe I enjoy my wicked reputation.

Sonny: Is that the real reason you're here with me? To shock your friends?

Brenda: Maybe that's the reason I started seeing you, but that's not the reason I'm here tonight.

Sonny: Good. Have another oyster.

(After an ad break...)

Brenda: The Quartermaines would kill for this chef.

Sonny: Don't joke about that here.

Brenda: (laughing) What, that mousy little man is dangerous?

Sonny: Does that turn you on?

Brenda: He looks like somebody's algebra teacher. You wanna know who's creepy? That fat bald guy over there.

Sonny: (getting upset) Actually he's a very nice man.

Brenda: Oh, so these are your friends?

Sonny: I didn't say that.

Brenda: But you know them, right? You do business with them? Come on, Sonny you can tell me. Isn't that why you brought me here - so you can impress me with your glamorous, gangster lifestyle?

Sonny: No, I brought you here to buy you an excellent dinner.

Brenda: All we need right now is for Al Pacino to walk in with a blonde on his arm and I'll know this is a movie set. (She sees Sonny isn't amused.) Hey, I was just teasing.

Sonny: You want some coffee?

Brenda: Although, if they did make a movie of your life, Al Pacino...

Sonny: Do you want coffee, or dessert?

Brenda: Are you angry?

Sonny: This is a game to you, isn't it?

Brenda: Isn't it a game to you most of the time?

Sonny: If you're finished, I'll just take you home, okay?

Brenda: Sonny, what did I do?

Sonny: I'm not a joke, Brenda.

Brenda: I'm not laughing.

Sonny: Are you? Every time I think we're getting somewhere, you do one of your numbers on me.

Brenda: What number? I thought we were having a good time. Why are you getting so defensive? I know what you do is serious. Remember, I'm the girl who held your hand when you almost bled to death from breaking Frank Smith...

Sonny: Brenda, shut up. Forget about that - it never happened. For your own good, it never happened.

Brenda: Okay, I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I'm sorry, but I'm sorry. Hey, you're not really mad, are you?

Sonny: You're good at this, but it's wearing thin.

Brenda: I'm good at what?

Sonny: The wide-eyed little girl routine - you know, Little Red Riding Hood flirting with the big bad wolf. Is that how you see it?

Brenda: You flirt like crazy.

Sonny: I know, but I'm heading somewhere. Are you? Or is the tease all you want, the game? I bet you were able to manipulate every man in your life, starting when you were two weeks old. Is that why you have such a low opinion of men? Well, it doesn't work that way with me. If you want respect, you give respect.

Brenda: I do respect you.

Sonny: Prove it.

Brenda: How?

(After an ad break...)

Brenda: I am who I am Sonny, and if you can't accept that...

Sonny: Now look who's getting offensive. You started seeing me partly to shock your friends. Well, it worked.

Brenda: That wasn't the only reason.

Sonny: No, you also admitted you were looking for adventure and danger. That's fine with me; I like fun and games with a beautiful, sexy woman, but you know you're more to me than a beautiful, sexy woman. You wanna know what got my attention?

Brenda: What?

Sonny: When you gave blood to save my life and you produced that lab report to prove that blood was clean.

Brenda: I was just being practical.

Sonny: Well, that impressed me. Little Red Riding Hood types don't like being practical - they usually want someone else to take care of things for them. Which I am prepared to do. I'm practical about these things myself, even though I don't carry a lab report in my wallet.

Brenda: Sonny, this is getting too heavy for me.

Sonny: See, that's the point. Are you ready for it, or is the game all you want? Just say so. You've said stop before and I've slowed down, but I will *not* be jerked around.

Brenda: Is that what you think I'm doing?

Sonny: I think you're confused. You've got people telling you stuff, you're imagining things. This isn't like the movies Brenda, I'm a businessman.

Brenda: I didn't mean to make it sound like I was making fun of you. I'm nervous.

Sonny: But you don't have to be nervous around me, that's the point. This isn't about control for me, this isn't a mind game, this isn't a game at all as far as I'm concerned.

Brenda: Then what is it?

Sonny: Exactly. What is it? We've got a good thing going here. But the question is, "Going where, and are we headed in the same direction?"

("The Nearness of You" starts playing and Sonny smiles.)

Sonny: Let's dance.

(They get up and go to the dance floor and start dancing, exchanging hot, passionate glances all along. Sonny puts his head up to Brenda's head. He removes it, and then kisses Brenda.)

Brenda: (whispering) I'm ready now.

(Sonny kisses her again, and they go back to their table to get their coats. Then they leave.)