The Last Drink

 Title: The Last Drink

Scene 1: A Dimly Lit Bar, Somewhere in the South

The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of aging wood and cheap liquor. The hum of the old ceiling fan fights against the stifling heat. The walls, cluttered with faded pictures of bygone days, flicker in the dim light. At the end of the bar, two men sit, nursing their drinks, both worn and weathered by the weight of history.

Trump, in his familiar red tie, sits slouched on a high stool. His face is gaunt, though his hair—too meticulously combed—still holds remnants of his former self-assuredness. Beside him, Elon Musk, now a man stripped of his billionaire's sheen, wears a wrinkled suit, an air of defiance mixed with regret.

Trump:

(slurring, raising his glass)

I told 'em, Elon... I told 'em this wouldn’t work. This whole... Canada-Mexico thing. You remember the speeches, right? I said they’d break the world apart. They cut off everything, blocked all our deals... hell, they even went after our industries.

Musk:

(staring into his drink, his voice low but steady)

It was never about that, Donald. They were fed up. They saw what we were doing, how we were pushing everything to the edge. And when the world almost burned—that was their wake-up call. No one ever took them seriously, but they held it together long enough.

Trump:

(laughs bitterly)

They said we’d go to war. But they didn’t. They just... left. They were done.

(pauses, taking a long sip)

Hell, even the other countries got in line. Can you believe that? The world—our world—turned their backs.

Musk:

(with a cynical chuckle)

You should've seen it coming. You built your empire on dividing people, on playing the system. You never thought they’d fight back.

Trump:

(pauses, eyes narrowing, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief)

Fight back? They took everything. Cut us off like we were some... bad memory. And we’re here... both of us, in this... this dump of a place, while everyone else moves on.

Musk:

(shrugs, taking a long swig of whiskey)

You thought they needed you. Thought you were the only game in town. They didn’t need to fight us... they just needed to stop us. All they wanted was to breathe again. To feel free.

Trump:

(muttering)

Freedom. (laughs hollowly) That’s what they said. Well, they got it. While we...

(his eyes glaze over, his hand gripping the glass tight)

I was a king. And now? Now we’re locked up like criminals.

Musk:

(leans back, grinning wryly)

I’ve spent my whole life trying to make humanity better. Going to Mars, advancing tech... Hell, I even believed in the dream of it. But we did it all wrong, didn’t we? We let the world burn just so we could shine.

Trump:

(snorts, raising an eyebrow)

You can’t blame me for that. You sold them the idea, you built their dreams. I just...

(he trails off, lost in thought for a moment, then shakes his head)

It’s funny, isn’t it? We were both right—and wrong at the same time.

Musk:

(laughing softly, taking another drink)

What if I told you that maybe the only thing we ever did right... was finally screw up so badly that the world got a chance to rebuild?

Trump:

(grins, sarcastic)

Yeah, Elon, that’s some poetic irony.

Musk:

(staring ahead, more serious now)

Maybe it’s time to stop fighting, Donald. We tried our way. It didn’t work. But if they can build something new, maybe it’s not too late for us. Maybe it’s not too late for anyone.

Trump:

(quietly, eyes fixed on his glass)

Maybe. Or maybe we were just too big for our britches. The world’s better off without us. And I think we both know it.

(They sit in silence for a long moment, each man lost in his own thoughts. The weight of the past, the choices they made, the power they once held—each a fleeting ghost in the room.)

Musk:

(finally breaking the silence)

Here's to... the end of the old world. And maybe, the beginning of something better.

Trump:

(raises his glass, clinking it against Musk’s)

To... whatever comes next.

(The camera lingers on their glasses, the faint sound of ice clinking as they take their final drink, the last remnants of a crumbled empire fading into the dim light of the bar.)

End Scene.