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JENNA:

It’s not a big deal. I just need to

make sure Todd isn’t out there

putting my face on a milk carton.

Tess sighs and exits the car, still holding the door open.

TESS:

What am I supposed to do, walk home

alone down the dark, scary streets?

JENNA:

It’s noon.

TESS:

Rapists don’t have business hours.

JENNA:

I’ll come by the bar later.

The car rumbles as Jenna keys the ignition.

TESS:

Fine. But you’re violating federal

law here. No Child Left Behind.

JENNA:

You’re not my child.

TESS:

I’m someone’s child. So.

She slams the car door shut --

QUICK, ACTION-PACKED SERIES OF SHOTS:

TWO EMPTY PINT GLASSES SLAM DOWN ONTO A BAR --

SHOT GLASSES TOUCH TO LIPS, THROWN BACK --

A TAP HANDLE PULLS FRESH BEER INTO A GLASS --

9.

INT. DIVE BAR - NIGHT

Jenna and Gwen sit on stools. Tess is behind the bar,

thoroughly ignoring customers to hang out with her friends.

TESS:

Jenna. Truth or dare.

GWEN:

Ooh, dare. Always dare.

JENNA:

I don’t like this game.

TESS:

Because you’re a dirty liar?

JENNA:

Why am I a liar?

TESS:

Only a f***ing liar would allow

Todd to buy a snake skin sofa.

Gwen cackles a laugh.

JENNA:

I can’t just tell him “no,” it

would hurt his feelings.

TESS:

So! What’re you afraid of?

JENNA:

South American insects. Long

fingernails. Dying alone.

GWEN:

I’m afraid of velvet.

On the drunk scale, Gwen’s at “struggling to open peanuts.”

TESS:

I’m this close to cutting you off.

GWEN:

I’m not even that drunk.

TESS:

No, Gwen. From communication.

Gwen shrugs and slugs from her beer.

10.

TESS (CONT’D)

One more question. Was it warm

inside of the costume? When you

played the Cowardly Lion?

Gwen raises a hand for a high-five. Tess ignores her.

JENNA:

Obviously that makes you two

Scarecrow and Tin Man, yes?

TESS:

Hell yeah, I’m f***ing metal.

JENNA:

How about another beer then, you

heartless a**hole?

TESS:

Are you sure? I bet I could find

some warm milk instead.

Jenna makes a “shoo” motion with her hand. Tess crosses off.

BEHIND THE BAR:

Tess pulls a tap, but it’s dry. She turns and heads to the:

BACK ROOM:

Tess finds a BAR EMPLOYEE, KYLE, and approaches.

TESS (CONT’D)

Kyle, the keg on three kicked.

KYLE:

Why can’t you change it?

TESS:

Oh, because I don’t want to.

Kyle rolls his eyes and leaves to find a keg.

Bored, Tess opens the DATING APP on her phone yet again.

Swipe. Douchebag. Swipe. Dick pic. Swipe. Definitely not.

She swipes once more and a NOTIFICATION pops up:

INSERT NOTIFICATION: A frowny face with the text: “You have

run out of options. Please try again later.”

She fiddles with a few buttons, confused, until the

realization hits: “YOU HAVE RUN OUT OF OPTIONS.”

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