INT. NIGHTCLUB – NIGHT – THE PRESENT
Establishing shot of a fairly typical night club: dark interior, bright flashing lights, loud music, and lots of people in various states of dress and inebriation.
We see Thad out on the dance floor, keeping the attention of a dark-haired woman, KENDRA.
Scott is seated at a nearby table with a fairly attractive young lady, ALLISON, who alternates between trying to get his attention and looking around for better prey.
Thad approaches the table with Kendra in tow. He picks up one of the shot glasses and then hands a second one to Kendra. He downs it and sighs. He turns to Kendra and waits while she downs her, smiling at her.
Thad makes an exaggerated bow over Allison's hand. She giggles in response. Scott barely hides rolling his eyes. His eyes move to Kendra, and then back to Thad with a questioning look.
Scott stares at Kendra for a moment. There is something he sees there, something more than mindless dancing bimbo. He does not notice Allison noticing him noticing Kendra.
Allison exits the frame.
Scott looks in the direction where Allison headed, shrugs, and loses interest.
Kendra laughs, but it is not a derisive, unfriendly sound.
Thad drains one of the glasses of water.
Scott smiles at her and nods as Thad pulls her back toward the dance floor. He leans back, sipping slowly at his beer, and looks around the club.
A few girls check him out as they walk by, but Scott does not make direct eye contact, so they move on.
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Establishing shot of a fairly typical night club: dark interior, bright flashing lights, loud music, and lots of people in various states of dress and inebriation.
We see Thad out on the dance floor, keeping the attention of a dark-haired woman, KENDRA.
Scott is seated at a nearby table with a fairly attractive young lady, ALLISON, who alternates between trying to get his attention and looking around for better prey.
Thad approaches the table with Kendra in tow. He picks up one of the shot glasses and then hands a second one to Kendra. He downs it and sighs. He turns to Kendra and waits while she downs her, smiling at her.
THAD
Dancing's thirsty work. (eyes Scott) You might want to try it. (looks toward the girl) Who's your friend, bro? Not going to introduce us?
SCOTT
(mildly uncomfortable)
Her name's Allison. Allison, this is my brother, Thad.
Dancing's thirsty work. (eyes Scott) You might want to try it. (looks toward the girl) Who's your friend, bro? Not going to introduce us?
SCOTT
(mildly uncomfortable)
Her name's Allison. Allison, this is my brother, Thad.
Thad makes an exaggerated bow over Allison's hand. She giggles in response. Scott barely hides rolling his eyes. His eyes move to Kendra, and then back to Thad with a questioning look.
THAD
Oh . . . OH! (looks at Kendra) This is . . . umm . . .
KENDRA
(smiles at Scott, not at all fazed)
Kendra. But almost everyone calls me Kit.
Oh . . . OH! (looks at Kendra) This is . . . umm . . .
KENDRA
(smiles at Scott, not at all fazed)
Kendra. But almost everyone calls me Kit.
Scott stares at Kendra for a moment. There is something he sees there, something more than mindless dancing bimbo. He does not notice Allison noticing him noticing Kendra.
ALLISON
(a little roughly)
Excuse me. I think I see a friend of mine.
(a little roughly)
Excuse me. I think I see a friend of mine.
Allison exits the frame.
THAD
Nice move there, Scotty-boy. You let another one get away.
SCOTT
(distractedly)
What? Oh.
Nice move there, Scotty-boy. You let another one get away.
SCOTT
(distractedly)
What? Oh.
Scott looks in the direction where Allison headed, shrugs, and loses interest.
SCOTT (CONT'D)
Not really my type anyway.
THAD
(mock surprise)
You have a type?
Not really my type anyway.
THAD
(mock surprise)
You have a type?
Kendra laughs, but it is not a derisive, unfriendly sound.
Thad drains one of the glasses of water.
THAD
(to Kendra)
Tired out yet?
KENDRA
(smiles widely)
Hardly. (turns back) Nice meeting you, Scott.
(to Kendra)
Tired out yet?
KENDRA
(smiles widely)
Hardly. (turns back) Nice meeting you, Scott.
Scott smiles at her and nods as Thad pulls her back toward the dance floor. He leans back, sipping slowly at his beer, and looks around the club.
A few girls check him out as they walk by, but Scott does not make direct eye contact, so they move on.
FADE TO:
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