A thirty-something indie rocker gallantly holds the hair back for his much younger girlfriend as she rails a line of coke off the coffee table in the opening moments of Matthew Gasda’s gleeful, scathing play Dimes Square. The pair flirt, bicker, talk about sex, whine about their friends, and nearly break up, all before the afterparty arrives—the room filling up with a roiling, rotating crew of writers, models, hangers-on, film makers, and try-hards. Over the following ninety minutes, this clan of motley frenemies do blow, drink whiskey, engage in awkward sexual encounters, and ruthlessly neg each other’s artistic pursuits.
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