INT. DENNYS RESTARAUNT - 2 AM
The Dennys restaurant is filled with college-age kids. There are two noticeably sized groups in either corner of the room. One group is loud and rambunctious (drunk). The other group is equally loud and rambunctious, but not drunk. Instead they are all well dressed and energetic.
One well-dressed guy gets up and heads for the bathroom. On the way he does a little dance move and spins around.
one of the drunkest members of the other group is TOM EVERETT, 21.
Look at those fairys over there all
hopping around.
The girl, RACHEL, 21, sitting next to Tom, almost as drunk, leans over
what? Those (holds up fingers to quote)
SWING DANCERS?
Is that what you call em?
well sure, you've seen those flyers on
campus right?
Yeah but I've sure as hell never been...
how do you know that's what they are??
I went the first two weeks. It was fun.
Yeah I'll bet.
The guy sitting across from Tom, KYLE FRANCIS, 21 looks over at Rachel.
Wanna invite em to our party Rach?
Be quiet Kyle.
What???
The waitress comes with food and they all begin to eat.
So anyway, we need to get going on
this party if we're gonna be ready
after our game on Saturday.
Like what bud?
Well, who's gonna get the kegs, who's
gonna clean and go shopping. We need
cups, we need trashbags, we need...
Condoms?
Kyle puts his hand up to give Tom a high five but Tom is looking across the room.
The group of dancers all get up and put on their coats. A guy, RICK 20, goes up to pay the bill.
As he walks by Tom...
Fairy.
At this, Rick stops.
What was that friend?
Tom looks up from his omelet. Kyle smiles. The others at his table fall silent.
What? Are you talking to me pretty
boy?
Pretty Boy???
Rick's friends have caught up with them now and are urging him to drop it. As he turns away he says:
Sleep it off moron.
Maybe I should wear some khakis too huh???
Rick's group leaves, as the last one goes through the door, all of Tom's table starts laughing.
After they stop laughing, Rachel looks around on the table.
Hey where's the check?
What's your hurry? It's only 3:30...
Some of us have classes on Friday Kyle,
not all of us can play soccer all week.
Whatever. I have lab at 9 AM tomorrow
and you don't see me whining do ya?
INT. ANATOMY LAB - DAY
The anatomy lab is basically a large room with gray concrete walls and hanging fluorescent lights. There are rows of cadavers with two people at each one.
We see Tom, looking VERY hung over, and his lab partner ALLISON MONTGOMERY, 23, working over a cadaver. Allison is working away somewhere on the midsection while Tom is poking at the head with his pencil.
Out late last night?
Kinda... We went out after our game.
Do you guys always go out after your
soccer games?
Most of the time.
Sounds like fun. Or something. Plus
you get to be bright and cheery in
the morning when you see me.
You know I look forward to it Ally.
Allison chuckles.
I bet you do.
So you never told me why you're even
taking this class. I've never seen you
in any other of my Bio classes.
That's because I'm not a Bio student.
Yeah, so what gives?
Allison looks over at Tom
Give me a hand with this?
Tom puts his hand inside the cadaver's abdomen, holding the liver so Allison can look underneath it.
Well... I wanted to know more about
the Figure.
The Figure??
Yeah. I'm having a problem with my
Figure.
Tom gives a quick glance up and down Allison's body while still keeping his hands in the cadaver.
No you're not!
Allison laughs.
No dork! Drawing the figure! I can't
draw the human figure!
Oh.
(beat)
So you signed up for this?
Tom motions to both sets of hands inside the dead body.
Well... it's something new ya know?
I've taken all the illustration classes.
I guess I thought that a more complete
knowledge would help me draw it.
I guess.
(beat)
So... you ready for the test on Monday?
Allison looks at him and grins.
Well no, I haven't studied for it yet
if that's what you're asking.
Tom smiles.
INT. ALLISON'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Allison's bedroom is very neat and clean. A massive bookshelf covers one wall, filled with novels and school books of all kind. An Illustrator's Figure model stands on a desk outfitted with a large rack of markers and pencils. On the wall at the head of her bed is a giant painting of a man's back, muscles corded and knotted with strength and stress.
Allison and Tom are sitting on her bed, books and notes strewn all about.
So the Latissimus Dorsi extends from
the spine to the intertubucular groove.
No, it originates at the spine and inserts
at the floor of the intertuburcular groove.
Yeah, that's what I said.
Ok then Mister Man, what's its action?
Uh... to extend the arm and rotate it medially?
Right! See? It's not so hard.
Tom takes a sip of a Coke.
Hey Ally... I know I'm not supposed to
do this but... what are you doing Saturday
night?
Allison stops reading her notes and looks up at him.
Are you asking me on a date Tom?
Well... uh... yeah I guess I am.
Allison smiles.
Ok, on one condition.
What's that?
INT. TOM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
CLOSE UP - KYLE'S FACE
SWING DANCING!!!!????
I know dude... what am I gonna do?
Easy. Don't go! Have you forgotten
about the party?
Yeah, I was gonna ask her!
So call her up, say: Hello, I'm no
swing geek, let's go to a real party
instead.
I can't do that. I like this girl,
Going to this stupid dance is the
only way she said she'd see me.
Oh well, you can't miss your own party
dude. Do you know how that makes you look?
Yeah...
Alright so it's settled. Let's go shopping.
INT. BALLROOM - NIGHT
(scene set to "Bizet has His Day" by Les Brown)
Tom and Allison enter, Tom looking very uncomfortable in a shirt and tie and Allison looking radiant in a dress underneath her coat.
Tom sees the coat check
Can I take your coat?
Why thank you kind sir. Oh look! Rick's
already here! I'll be over there k? think
you can find me?
Tom smiles
It shouldn't be a problem.
Tom takes her coat and we follow Allison through the crowd until she meets Rick, dressed in a pinstripe suit complete with fedora.
Ally!!!!
They hug.
Hiya handsome! How have you been?
Not too bad, not too bad. And you?
Great! Listen, I brought someone with
me. It's his first time dancing and I
want you to be nice to him.
Of course!
We see Tom break through the crowd to meet them, his smile disappearing as he recognizes Rick.
Rick recognizes Tom and gives out a little chuckle.
Hello friend, glad you could make it
Uh... yeah.
Tom and Rick stand there and have an uncomfortable silence. Allison notices.
Have you guys met before?
Uhh...
Not formally. I'm Rick Thompson, nice to meet you.
Rick holds out his hand.
Tom hesitates a second then smiles as he shakes it.
Tom Everett, nice to meet you Rick.
Come on Tom, I'll teach you to dance.
Tom and Allison disappear into the crowd.
INT. BALLROOM - 3 HOURS LATER
The band is packing their equipment and everyone is talking on the dance floor and putting on their coat.
Tom, Allison, Rick, and several others are all in a group talking and laughing.
... And then she just hopped right up
and kept on going!
Everyone laughs.
So is everyone going out to eat?
Sure Ally, I'll round everyone up.
Allison looks at Tom with a smile
Well... I should go see how my
party's going.
Come on Tom, you know you're party's
going exactly like every other party
goes, why don't you come out with us?
I know, it's just that...
Just that what? You don't want to spend any more time with me?
Tom looks at her smiling, then starts himself.
Ok, ok, you got me. Let's go.
INT DENNYS - NIGHT
Dennys is filled with college-age kids. A large group of loud and rambunctious kids are in one corner. Kyle is among them.
Tom enters after the rest of the swing group with Allison. He immediately puts his hand up to cover his face.
What's wrong?
Nothing... let's just sit down.
They all sit down in the corner opposite Kyle's group.
We see Kyle recognize Tom.
WHAT THE FUCK!?
Kyle gets up and walks over to Tom's table
First you skip out on your own
fucking party, now you're hanging
out with these goons rather than
even come over to fucking say hi??
Sorry Kyle, I...
Fuck you man... what about us huh?
A waitress comes over and asks him to please quiet down and return to his seat.
I'm leavin man... Fuck this!
Kyle storms out and a few friends from his table follow after him.
Tom looks back at the table he's sitting at and all the faces are looking at him.
...Sorry...
Hey man, it's ok. That guy's drunk
as hell anyway. He probably wont
even remember tomorrow morning.
Yeah...
Everyone slowly starts looking at their menus again.
Tom leans over to Allison
I'm gonna get out of here.
Yeah?
Yeah... I'm not too hungry anymore.
Can I walk you out?
Sure.
Tom and Allison stand up.
It was great meeting all you guys.
Thanks for not laughing at my pathetic
six-count skills.
Rick stands up and offers his hand.
Same here friend. Hope to see you soon?
Tom shakes it.
Definitely.
The rest of the crowd yells goodbye as Tom and Allison walk toward the door.
EXT. DENNYS PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Tom and Allison walk silently to Tom's Car.
I had a great time tonight Tom.
You know Allison, I did too.
I could tell you did. I hope what
happened in there didn't ruin it
for you.
No... Kyle's just like that. He's a
good guy though, once you get to
know him.
I'll bet.
They both chuckle.
So... I'll see you on Monday for the
test?
Yep. And... can I ask you a question?
Sure.
Can I see you again?
Allison smiles and looks like she's thinking.
I think that can be arranged Mr. Everret.
Wonderful news Ms. Montgomery.
They both smile.
Tom leans in for a kiss.
Allison switches from a cheek to lips at the last moment.
Whoa!
Allison smiles.
That's for luck.
Well in that case, you know that test
is coming up and I sure do need all the
luck I can get...
Yeah yeah get out of here before I take
it away.
Tom opens his door.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Looking forward to it.
Tom smiles and closes his door. He starts up his car and watches Allison go back inside.
Me too.
FADE OUT.