January, 2015

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FADE IN:

An apartment with a party going.

To one side, a folding table sits full of food and beers being picked at by party goers.

To the other side, an L shaped containing GEORGE, 20’s, handsome, and TINA, 20’s pretty, holding a plate full of saucy wings, and others.

Oh God George, I know! I once dated this guy who would constantly take his shirt off for no good reason. Out in public, at home, whenever.

Oh, that’s nothing. I took a girl out to this fancy restaurant called Geoffry’s. Cloth napkins. Hor’s Dourves, the whole nine. I was so embarrassed, her whole face was covered in Barbecue sauce! Not just a little spot on her chin. No. It was all over the lower half of her face. Dripping off her. I couldn’t believe it! Doesn’t she own a mirror? What an undatable mess! I told her I was going to the bathroom, and I just ditched her.

Sitting on the couch as well, with her back turned to them is A beautiful woman with BBQ SAUCE FACE. She slowly turns around, in the process of eating a chicken wing.

What!? George?!

Oh my god! It’s you!

WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST TELL ME? AUGH! It’s not my fault!

George is horrified and paralyzed.

(to Tina)

It’s her! You see?

BBQ Sauce Face breaks into hysteric crying.

My Mother is right. Isn’t she? I’m never going to have children and I’m a failure.

Sobbing, she bites into the wings. Sauce all over her face. A chunky man turns around from the food table.

Hey. Oh man. Are you okay?

(Blubbering)

Nuh... No

You have BBQ sauce all over your face. Uh...Here...

Tina (to George) Oh come on.

Shirt guy takes his shirt off and wipes BBQ Girls’ tears and BBQ away.

It’s alright. Don’t be so sad.

Nobody will ever date me. I’m un-dateable.

Yea. I know what you mean.

He puts his arm around her and they walk off camera.

Seriously?! That was so ridiculous.

Tina takes a chomp of wings from her plate and gets sauce all over her face.

Right?

I... Uh.. I have to go to the bathroom.

BLACK OUT.