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11.

TESS (CONT’D)

What the dick?

BACK AT THE BAR:

TODD, 30, Jenna’s boyfriend, has now joined the group. He’s

nonthreatening, though Tess treats him as the opposite.

TODD:

Isn’t it dope? It’s hand-crafted

from old Norwegian windmill blades.

Gwen squints at a PHOTO of a tacky table on Todd’s phone.

GWEN:

Is it like a Magic Eye?

Tess approaches, hurrying a few drinks to her friends.

TESS:

Jenna, I have to pee. Let’s go.

JENNA:

Todd’s here.

TESS:

I said hello. Did I not say hello?

TODD:

Hi, Tess. Cry wolf lately?

TESS:

Jenna hates your furniture.

JENNA:

Jesus! Fine, I’ll go to the f***ing

bathroom with you.

Tess hooks Jenna’s arm, leading her away.

GWEN:

I have to go, too.

TESS:

No you don’t.

The two girls scurry off, leaving Gwen alone with Todd.

INT. DIVE BAR - WOMEN’S RESTROOM - LATER

Jenna pees in a stall, Tess sits on the floor outside it. Two

girls having a drunken heart to heart. Emphasis on drunken.

12.

TESS:

What if I’ve been waiting too long?

JENNA:

In the bathroom? Nobody’s noticed.

Jenna flushes and exits the stall, washing her hands.

TESS:

No, to find someone or settle down

or whatever. I mean I don’t know if

I want that right now, but what if

the world won’t wait for me?

JENNA:

I mean, it won’t. The world does

whatever the f*** it wants. If the

world was waiting for people, we

wouldn’t have hurricanes and sh*t.

Tess lets out an annoyed grunt as Jenna sits on the counter.

TESS:

I might as well buy a cat. Just

hand me all the cats now, let’s get

my future over with.

JENNA:

Dude, you couldn’t even handle a

cat, let alone all the cats. Maybe

you could become a fish lady or a

gerbil lady.

TESS:

I hate gerbils.

JENNA:

Nobody likes gerbils. That’s why we

give them to hyper kids as pets.

A FEMALE PATRON washes her hands. Jenna hands her a towel.

JENNA (CONT’D)

I thought you didn’t want a real

relationship?

TESS:

I don’t. Or... I don’t know. I

thought I’d have more time. Now all

that’s left to do is choke on a

Lean Cuisine in our apartment.

(correcting herself)

My apartment.

13.

Jenna picks up on the subtle disappointment, perhaps the real

reason behind this meltdown... but doesn’t bite.

TESS (CONT’D)

Or worse, die with Gwen.

Jenna hops off the counter, quickly spreads some paper towels

out onto the dirty floor, and sits on them next to Tess.

JENNA:

Look at me. I know you’re panicking

about dying alone like that isn’t

gonna happen to us all anyway. We

don’t even get to chill in a room

with our pets and sh*t anymore like

the Egyptians. Literally everyone

just lies in a metal box alone

until our eyeballs explode.

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