/C and D are standing in the middle of C’s room. There are clothes on the floor, on the chair, bed, desk, and table./ C: I cant believe I’m going to be at a college party in less than 5 hours! D: I know, its so totally major. C : okay, I think I’ve narrowed it down. /picks up the selected clothes/ the green LNA t-shirt, True Reglion skinny jeans, and the navy Juicy Couture hoodie. With my nikes. D: are you kidding me? No that is so not the image you want to protray. That would be fine like, if you were like going to a party that was outside. And was like one of our friends. Like the parties Jordan throws on his beach. But he invited you to a college party, that’s an entirely different thing. You want to look hot, not just some high schooler he brought along. C: D, he invited me to go to the party. Not go with him. Big diffeence. D: Is he picking you up? Yes, yes he is. Is he the only one you know going to this? Yes, yes you are. You are totally going with him to this. C: yeah but it’s a mixer, that so said causal dress on the Facebook event. D: yeah, at a fratnerity, which means all the girls will be hot. Which means you need to be hotter than them. Like, jake is a vauable commatiy to the world and the fact that he’ll be unvailable means those girls are gonna be pissed. C: fine what do you suggest? D: Good! I knew you’d listen to me. Okay so how bout that cute little Calvin Klein black tank top? With the Prada mini skirt, and that killer Louis Vuttion sheer jacket! C: Im not wearing that, that’s way too much skin! D: did you not hear me? I said a jacket, god. C: im not wearing that. Can’t comfy be cute? D: cute is friends. Hot is boyfriend. Have you honestly not been listening to me when I give you advice? C: whatever. D: do you want to look like one of those girls in that bible club? Preachin’ about the sins of everything fun? NO. so wear it. C: Ew, I could never look like one of those girls. But I will look like a tease. I’m not putting out on a first date. It has to be like, four, at least. D: Four dates is not going to happen if you wear that. At least get rid of the hoodie. C: /sighs, flicks her hair/ Jake likes casual, D: yeah, casual sex! C: that’s what he told me when I first met him. “Girls who can rock sweats are hot” D: you need to show some t and a. Or even just one or the other. You could wear our school uniforms for fucks sake and still have more sex appeal! Like every single guy at school worth anything can barely handle us. C: Okay, Jake is not like the footballers who will do anything that moves. He is like, a man. A man of character and hottness. And hes not with those slutty, avaiable soroety girls, no, he doesn’t want another nouch on his bedpost, (cue dramatic music) He wants someone to really be with him. Someone equally as awesome and popular and beautiful. And that girl, will be wearing this outfit. It says, yes I can wear sloppy clothes, but I still am the hottest thing there. B/c underneath all those girls tight dresses, is a whole lot of spandx and pushup bras. And as much as they try to hide it, you can still see those rolls. And if they even tried to wear casual clothes, they would look like the fat fakes that they really are. D: that was so deep. Like, I honestly almost saw your point there. C: Thank you. D: But you need to keep him wanting more. You have to like, show him like what he’s going to be getting. /loud gasp/ OH.MY.GOD. what if. Wait what if like he ends up being a total dick, and then you’re stuck at this party, all by yourself, wearing total crap clothes? There is no way you will be getting any drinks or a ride home. Hun, you really need to think of these things. C: You are so right. I’ve been focusing all my attention on Jake, but like I shouldn’t be tying myself down when I’m not even really technically seeing him. D: so true. C: Okay, I will stick with my orginal outfit, but I will wear that purple shirt, you know the one with the lace? And the low cut? D: That is so totally perfect. /squeels and both jump around / C: Ah! This is going to be such a good night! Script 2 /wide shot of the kitchen, realtively neat, J is chopping vegtables and B is standing in the doorway/ J: you’re home late /not looking up from her work/ B: I had some stuff I had to do. J: /slams down the knife/ what was it this time? A case that ‘just came up’, the photo copier broke? Stuck in traffic? B: /sighs/ J, would you sit down? J: why? So that you can tell me what I already know? That you’re fucking someone? B: can you just sit down? J: no, I really can’t do that right now. B: /looks around and sighs again/ J, I’m leaving you. /silence, J’s face turns white/ J: you’re, you’re leaving me? Leaving me? /she sees the suitcases behind B in the shadows. B: This is better, like this, we havent been good for a long time. J: oh, so its my fault that you’re cheating on me? My fault? I wanted to try counseling, you said were too busy with golf on the weekends. B: J., you know the only reason we got married was because of Tyler. J: do you ever love me? J: anwser the question, B. B: this is better for both of us, you arent happy with me. Nothing I do is ever good enough, the way I make dinner isnt good enough, the way I am a father isnt good enough, the way I’m a husband isnt good enough.