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INT. FUNCTION ROOM - DAY
We see PARIS GELLAR, frustrated and marching to and fro, while LOUISE GRANT and MADELINE LYNN watch with cringe-bared teeth in the center.
MADELINE
Do we tell her?
LOUISE
No, no. Just wait for it -
PARIS
God!
LOUISE
There it is.
PARIS marches up to Louise and Madeline, blowing her fringe out of her face.
LOUISE
What?
MADELINE
Paris -
PARIS
No! I don’t wanna hear it.
MADELINE
Fine…
PARIS
Fine? You’re fine. Look at this place!
MADELINE
I like it…
PARIS
Of course you would, Madeline, it’s as empty as the space between your ears.
Madeline goes red, while Louise glances away with an exhale and widening eyes, and Paris sniffs her underarms and shake-flaps her arms.
PARIS
Do I look OK? Do I?
Louise and Madeline glance at each other. Paris clicks her fingers under their nose.
PARIS
Are you helping?
LOUISE
Yes!
MADELINE
Y-yes!
Paris glares.
PARIS
Good. Now do something helpful.
Louise and Madeline help to unpack board games. Louise squints at one.
LOUISE
Guess Who?
MADELINE
Who?
LOUISE
No, the game.
MADELINE
Oh.
Madeline pauses.
MADELINE
No, I don’t get it.
Louise, with wide eyes kicks it out of sight. Madeline glances at her fingernails and smiles.
MADELINE
You know, I’m thinking of getting a shade of black.
LOUISE
Which one?
Madeline cocks her head this way and that, waggling her fingers, while Louise comes up from the side.
MADELINE
I can’t decide. Maybe the darkest there is.
LOUISE
Sounds good.
MADELINE
What’s that called…
Louise shrugs.
LOUISE
I dunno. Black-black?
Madeline nods.
MADELINE
Got it. I’ll just tell Paris…
Paris can be seen marching, glaring towards them.
MADELINE
OK, I’ve got to pop to the ladies’.
LOUISE
Me too.
Paris watches them go, raising her arms.
PARIS
Guys!
LOUISE
We’ll be back!
Paris glares after them.
PARIS
You better be!
Paris turns, to many tables set up with board games and folding chairs.
PARIS
God!
Tana Shrick appears out of nowhere, and makes PAris leap.
PARIS
Don’t jump up on me like that!
TANA
Oh, I’m sorry, Paris.
PARIS
Yeah, whatever.
TANA
I’m here to help!
PARIS turns with a sharp eye.
PARIS
You?
TANA
Yes! You see -
Paris points, and Tana stares.
PARIS
Well?
Tana gulps.
TANA
I’ll make myself useful.
PARIS watches her go, shaking her head. She glances over to the door leading to the ladies’.
PARIS
You’d better be back there!
PARIS waits, scoffs and turns, marching off.