NO to previous. But yes to Great Room, later, and meeting Maria then.
EXT. AMERICAN LEGION POST 157 - BANDERA, TX - DAY
GIL and DALE, both MID-70s, sit next to each other on one of the concrete steps to the post, their backs to its glass double-doors. Flagpole planted in the first step to the hall. United States flag at top, Texas flag below it, above a black POW-MIA flag, all three limp.
Van with handicap plates in the handicap space near the ramp to the doors. 1972 Corvette convertible, top-down, in the space across the walkway for the van, 1985 Bronco next to it, both in good condition, Texas plates. The post's old marquee sign identifies the post number and 8 pm Wednesday night bingo.
Gil in jeans and new tan work boots, sunglasses hang from collar of his untucked long-sleeve that complements his Dodgers affiliate-era San Antonio Missions baseball cap. He sips from a bottle of Jarritos guava.
Dale is cowboy from boot to hat, buckle in between, much in the style of Tom. Sunglasses in shirt pocket. He sips from a bottle labeled as Sarsaparilla.
FAINT WHIR OF CICADAS.
DALE: When do Tom and Wanda arrive?
GIL: Tomorrow. Just Tom. Wanda stayed back to be with a friend whose husband just passed. Big news. They and Ruth are buying a house in Kerrville.
DALE: Well shit howdy.
GIL: Yep. Recent decision.
DALE: Well that's fantaStic. Neighbors again. Time frame?
GIL: ASAP but no rush. They're going to check out a few open houses while he's here, get the ball rolling.
DALE: I'm happy to hear this.
GIL: Me too.
DALE: Did they ever decide on the anniversary destination?
GIL: Hawaii.
DALE: Nice. Seemed they was leanin' that way.
Gil's PHONE RINGTONES the Willie Nelson instrumental, Bandera. He gets phone from back pocket, looks at screen, hands phone to Cowboy, who smiles at the selfie Tom has taken in front of a display Vietnam-era Huey helicopter.
DALE (CONT.): Angel Fire.
GIL: You've been?
Dale hands back phone.
DALE: Couple Aprils ago. Remember that fella Ed Lindholm I introduced you to at the car show?
GIL: Yes.
DALE: His son's got a place in Eagle Nest. We was down for a week.
GIL: Fish?
DALE: Yep. His daughter-in-law turned a few kokanee is one a the best sandwiches I ever had.
GIL: We're on the lake Thursday.
DALE: You and the boys and Tom.
GIL: Yep. See you at the cove bright and early?
DALE: It's a date.
GIL/DALE: Back to work?
They stand, finish their sodas, drop them into recycling barrel, enter the hall. FAINT HAMMERING AND SAWING when the doors open, CICADA WHIR when they close.
*doesn't have to be orange, of course, but...