A typical bachelor's living room, sofa, cluttered coffee table, television. In walks PETER (30's, Jeans) eating an apple while on his phone with his sister CATHERINE. He walks over to an overgrown fish tank and peers into it.

Okay. Okay. I promise this date I'll actually open up and try.

Good. You've got to put a little more effort into things if you want someone to date you.

I don't think effort is the problem though. It's always too much or too little.

Jesus I'm going to kill myself for saying this, but just try to be yourself. You're goofy, kind. Are you doing that?

Peter takes the last bite of his apple and plops the remains into the algae grown tank, which seems to burp in thanks.

Yeah, basically.

Okay well just do your best. I gotta go the kids are screaming. Love you brother.

Love you.

The phone disconnects. Peter looks at the tank as it bubbles.

The door slams open as Peter and MARISOL (30's Bra) make out ravenously all the way to the couch. The overgrown aquarium burbles and bubbles. Suddenly, Marisol disengages.

Oh my god. Is that an Nganga?

Peter is aghast.

A what?

An Nganga. A primordial chaos soup for magic.

She stands up and walks over to it, so does Peter.

Ah. No. It's just an old aquarium that's overgrown. I can't bring myself to dump it all out because the plants in it are still alive so occasionally I'll just throw some food scraps into it.

Marisol peers into it, inspecting it closely.

Yeah, that's an Nganga. My Cuban Bruja ancestors would do the same thing. Keep a little chaos pit in the basement with plant and animal bones in it, constantly alive and ready to draw life force from. You haven't... Put any of your own... Stuff into it, right?

Like.. My food?

No. Like. Your life force. Blood. Or..

Or what?

Just promise me you won't cum in it.

Oh god no!

(relieved)

Oh yeah good! Why would you anyways. Right?

Yeah! That's crazy.

Marisol looks at him and checks her phone.

Oh shit it's almost midnight. I've gotta be at the coffee shop in like 5 hours. Hey I had a great time but I gotta go.

Oh yeah, no problem.

He and Marisol kiss and he walks her to the door.

Here let me walk you out.

They leave the room and we're left looking at the NGANGA. We settle into one perspective and sit there.

Peter walks back in and shuts the door. Looks at the Nganga, walks away.

Peter walks and looks at the nganga, drying off a dish, throws the towel over his shoulder. It bubbles away.

Peter is brushing his teeth and looking at it, arms crossed. He shuts off the light and walks off.

Peter snaps on the light, looks at it closely. Sighs. Pulls up his phone. We hear porn sounds on his phone as his hand reaches into his pants.

CLOSE ON:

A white blob plops onto the overgrown moss of the Nganga. Light off.

Peter lies in bed, snoring.

Slowly, a GREEN MASS OF MOSS stretches across his bed and GRABS Peter my the throat. He SCREAMS!

We see he's being held down by the moss as it's tied him to his bed. It creeps and crawls until it's winding down his throat. It covers his whole FACE!

Peter JOLTS awake, drenched in sweat. He looks around his room. It was all a dream.

Jesus...

Peter is holding a cup of coffee. On the phone.

Yeah. It went great. Yeah. She was great. I just had a crazy dream though. It was

There, behind Peter's couch, is A SLIME MAN. His height. His build. ALL GREEN SLIME.

Peter drops his phone.

Peter? Pete? You okay?

Wha? What the fuck are you?

The slime man cowers at being yelled at. Hides. Peter walks over to it and starts to try and shoo it out the door.

Get. Get out of here. Okay? Nobody asked for you. You're gross!

The slime man looks scolded and sad, as peter shoes it towards the door it clambers against the door post like an animal who doesn't want to be ejected.

With one final shove Peter pushes the slime man out the door. And slams it shut.

He walks back to the phone and picks it up

Peter what's going on?

Uh.. It's.. I have to go.

The slime man is watching peter from outside the window.

Marisol and Peter stand outside a taco stand in the valley. They're laughing and hugging.

What kind of tacos did you want?

Oh I really like the Al Pastor here.

Just then, we see it before peter. The slime man standing on the corner, shuffling towards him.

Uh. Hey let's take this back to your place. Yeah?

Marisol and Peter are kissing on her couch, he's getting handsy. They're mostly naked.

I want you.

I want you too.

They kiss and Marisol straddles him, grinding against him. Peter is loving it and turns his head to the side, moaning.

And then... Outside the window we see it. The SLIME MAN. Shuffling up the driveway.

Peter suddenly stands up and throws his shirt back on. Scrambles to leave.

I-- Uh..

Peter what's wrong?

I-- I can't!

He runs out of the house.

Peter flies into his house and slams the door shut. Draws the curtains. He backs up and BUMPS into the Nganga fish tank, making it wobble. He grabs it to steady it and sighs. Looking at the remains of his apple in it.

What the fuck am I doing.

Just then a small tapping sound on the window. Peter, resigned, goes to open the curtains.

The slime man just stands there. Looking at him.

What do you want?

The slime man motions his hand to his mouth - hungry.

Fine.

The slime man sits in the tub sitting in the water. Peter sits on the toilet and eats watermelon, feeding the rind to the slime man, who chomps on it.

Peter's phone rings, it's Marisol. He sends it to voicemail.

Well. I bet we've really fucked this whole thing with Marisol up. Huh?

The slime man mournfully looks at Peter and shrugs.

I mean how do we explain.. this?

There's a knock at the door.

Peter gets up and goes to answer it.

Peter answers the door. It's Marisol.

Peter, what the hell is going on?

Peter shrugs and opens the door wider, Slime man is in the hallway behind him, munching on the watermelon.

Marisol pushes past him and enters the room. Peter shuts the door behind her.

I didn't want to tell you..

Marisol shushes him and sighs.

You fucking idiot. This? This is what you were hiding from me?

I wanted you to like me.

You idiot. I already like you! Just quit hiding shit like this from me.

They kiss. She pulls back from him.

Now be honest.

Okay.

Blood?

Peter shakes his head no.

Spit?

Peter shakes his head no.

Marisol rolls her eyes. And gives him a look.

You came in the Nganga didn't you.

Peter sighs.

Marisol turns to it.

How do we get rid of it?

Marisol turns back to him.

Well.. We're gonna have to fuck it.

Peter is both horrified and intrigued.

Marisol and Peter flop into a sweaty and wet heap together on the bed with a pile of seaweed and goo between them. They both catch their breath.

Oh my god that was amazing.

A pause between them. Peter thinks.

Don't even think about it.

BLACKOUT