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EXT. STREET-NIGHT
A trio of teenagers walk casually through a
sprawled out housing development.
FRED PRICE is behind the other two teens. A
slightly out of shape teenager, Fred, 16, wears a
dimpled smile, with a wardrobe straight out of an
Abercrombie ad.
The two boys in front are WALTER BOWERS and BILL
ROCHESTER, both around the same age a Fred. Walter
is tall and muscular, sporting a leather jacket
and a cigarette casually rests between his
fingers.
Bill struggles to keep step with Walter, a cell
phone presses up against his ear. Bill is by far
the smallest of the three, in a shameless attempt
to appear tough, a flat brim hat rests on his head
and his free hand constantly pulls up a pair of
jeans that would be big on Walter.
FRED
Man I'm so pumped. I haven't gotten
wasted since back in my old town.
WALTER
Chill Fred. It's not a huge rave. It's
just of few friends relaxing.
FRED
Parties out here just aren't as good as
in Mass I suppose.
WALTER
We haven't shown you a good time yet,
Fred. Just you wait.
Bill puts the cell phone down.
BILL
That was Maria who just called. They're
all dry.
FRED
All dry? Now this is going to suck.
WALTER
Don't worry I always bring something to
the table. Common courtesy fellas.
Walter retrieves a bottle of Smirnoff from his jacket
pocket.
BILL
I like where your heads at Walter.
FRED
Smirnoff's good I guess. But I prefer
Vodka when I get wasted.
Bill and Walter shoot each other looks, both struggle
to hold back their laughter.
EXT. HOUSE-NIGHT
The trio of teens stands on the porch of a dimly
lit house.
FRED
There are hardly any lights on. Are you
sure this is the right house?
WALTER
Chill, Fred. This is the place.
FRED
I don't think anybodys home. I saw a lot
of newspapers in the driveway. The
people in this house could be away.
The door swings open. MARIA, a petite girl with droopy
eyes. Around the same age as the boys, she cracks
a smile of delight.
MARIA
Bill! Walter! Fred.
FRED
What's up Maria.
Fred opens his arms and Maria coils hers around his
tall body.
Bill gives her a light nod.
Fred puts his hands in his pockets.
INT. BASEMENT-NIGHT
Maria and the other three boys sit on couches. The
bottle of Smirnoff rests on a coffee table.
FRED
Where did the rest of the girls go?
MARIA
They all left. But I think we'll have
more people coming soon. I'm not really
sure though.
Maria picks up the bottle and places it into Fred's
hand.
MARIA
You start us off.
Fred stares at it in his hand before taking a slow SIP. He swallows
and doesn't grimace.
MARIA
I'm impressed.
Maria takes a shot, her face turns sour.
MARIA
Oh god. I'm seeing stars.
BILL
Pass that over here.
INT. BASEMENT-SOMETIME LATER
The bottle of Smirnoff is on the coffee table, now
empty. Maria rests on Fred's chest.
MARIA
You have great chest muscles Fred.
Maria moves in closer to Fred's face.
MARIA
You're hot.
FRED
I'm crunked.
Fred's plastered smile widens and he stares into Maria's
heavy eyes.
TRACY enters the room, slightly bigger and older than MARIA
she carries a whole handle of liquor.
WALTER
Holy shit! My hero. Get over here with
that Tracy.
TRACY
What the fuck? You guys stared without
me?
BILL
No, not at all. We just had water.
TRACY
Water?
Fred sits up.
FRED
What?
BILL
With a pinch of beer.
WALTER
Light beer.
Bill and Walter start laughing like hyenas. Tracy follows
in, as does Maria.
MARIA
You're such a tool Fred.
Fred breaks into an uneasy laugh.
His plastered smile is slowly chipped away by the laughter
in the room.
THE END
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