Note: This is my first attempt at writing a screenplay. I have no reference material in regard to how this is suppose to be done, but who cares? It is complete fiction and I woke up this morning [without looking at the mirror] and said to myself write a screenplay.
Setting: A small apartment, like one that might be leased by a graduate student in a college town. A few dining room chairs are placed randomly about with an ugly overstuffed brown couch against the wall and a large side chair that clashes to the side. The furniture is brought together to form a semi-circle in which to hold an impromptu meeting.
Tom1 There are two Tom’s in this story. Tom1 looks like an overweight graduate student that should have completed his college education about fifteen years ago. His heritage is Scottish. His hair is thinning and has a thick brown reddish beard to compensate. He is wearing an outdated sweater vest over a white shirt with plastic collar buttons. He smokes.
There are five people in the room. Tom1 is sitting in a chair and facing Cindy.
“That isn’t fair. You’re not suppose single out one person and target them like that”.
Cindy: A young very attractive women in her late twenties. She has rich brown eyes and brown hair. She adds red tint to her hair to give it an auburn tone. The added hair coloring works well. She is wearing a low cut navy blue dress and red framed lightly tinted sunglasses. Her make-up is minimal, as she doesn’t need much. She has on long round earrings and a few dangling silver bracelets to match. Her breasts are ample but not large. Her best feature is her long legs that are wrapped beneath her. She is sitting comfortably on the couch.
“Larry asked for it. We are all supposed to be honest and straightforward with each other here. He spent last night at my house and came on to me. Didn’t you Larry? I can’t say I minded, but I want to know if this is serious? I mean are you looking to get married?
Larry: A thirty-five year old successful and emotionally confused male. His hair is dusty blond and long. He is more cute than handsome. He dresses three pegs below what the image of his profession would normally demand. Today he has on jeans torn at the knees, white sneakers and a T-shirt. The T-shirt reads Drink until you Puke. He does this because he thinks he can get away with it – and he does.
He had just taken a sip of a chilled glass of Pepsi and spits out a mouthful chocking after hearing those words. The Pepsi blends nicely into Tom’s old soiled carpet -- no one moves to wipe anything up.
“Not anymore”.
Larry throws words out like darts, choosing the fewest and right combinations to do the most damage. They hit home because they’re usually accurate.
Sandy: The only other women in the room and the most beautiful. She is a dirty blond with natural red highlights. Her eyes are gray and large. Her lips are full. She is wearing no makeup or underwear. Her breasts are smaller than Cindy’s and the tips of her nipples came be seen through her white blouse. Her sneakers have been thrown to the floor and her feet are bare. She is nestled in a large side chair to the left of Larry.
She faces Larry with shock on her face and anger in her voice. She has been sleeping with Larry for the last month – no one in the room knew that.
“You hit on that psychotic bitch, you asshole?
Larry: To shocked to speak. His month is open with Pepsi dribbling from the sides. He is trying to stop from choking.
Tom2 Tom is taller than Larry by a couple of inches. He has a clean long face with no distinguishing features. He is not handsome or ugly. Tom could rob a bank and no one would be able to describe him five minutes later. He dresses and looks like everybody else. Today he is wearing a brown shirt and blue tie – not that anyone noticed.
Tom is sitting to the right of Cindy, and secretly wishing he were the one that spent the night at Cindy’s house. He has known Cindy for three months. They are currently in the same psychology class together. G89.1016 -- A perspective of the psychoanalytic and humanistic traits of social learning. Tom has never had the courage to approach Cindy.
Tom doesn’t usually laugh. He laughs now.
“This is getting very personal, guys. We are supposed to be discussing addictions, not Larry’s personal sex life”.
Cindy: “That is one of his addictions,” she quickly retorts. Who are you calling a psychotic bitch – you cocaine whore? You’ll fuck anything that walks for a few lines of blow”.
Sandy: Is now on her feet and coming after Cindy to punch her lights out. Larry wisely keeps his distance and leaves both of the Tom’s to break up the catfight, that if left to continue would leave Cindy hairless and blind.
The fifth chair is empty and says the most.
To be continued … by popular demand.
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