[FF4A] Sensory Overload

[FF4A] [Script Offer] Sensory Overload [SFW] [No Sex] [Club] [Peer Pressured] [Are you Alright?] [Anxiety Attack] [Talking Through] [Not My Scene] [Too Much!] [Men's Room] [Dead Zone] [I got you] [Escape] [Call me okay?] [Food is also good]

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Synopsis: Club. Your date mentions some weird chick is in the men’s room crying, and seems to be a bit rude about it. You excuse yourself because instincts have you thinking it could be the worst-case scenario. You decide to see what you can do so a scene isn’t caused, or if you have to cause a scene to do it properly. You pick the names of the characters that you are comfortable with using.

(Techno Bass Thudding, muffled, F1 Crying gasps, echoey)

(door opens, music gets louder, door closes)

(echoing footsteps, stops)

F2: Hey, is someone in there?

F1:(gasping, upset) Go away!

F2: I’ll go away but you need to tell me you’re okay.

F1: (angry) Does it sound like I’m okay!

F2: No it doesn’t. Do you need me to call security or get you out of here or anything?

F1: Why should you care?

F2: Because you’re in a bathroom of a club and crying so my personal protector instincts kick in?

F1: Mind your own business.

F2: Yeah, that’s just the thing… this is my club, so…

F1: (watery laugh) You’re kidding.

F2: You got me, I am. Now that I made you laugh can you come out?

F1: No.

F2: What if I told I'd rather be talking you through this because of your crying in the men’s room then be on my lousy date?

F1: I’d say you’re lying.

F2: No, the date is lousy.

F1: I mean... am I actually in the men's room?

F2: Unfortunately we are. How about you tell me what is going on and we can get you into a better location?

F1: It’s too much… it’s too much.

F2: Too much what?

F1: I can’t...I can’t...

F2: Drugs? Alcohol? Weird Guys trying to bump and grind on the dance floor? Tabascio in the Bloody Mary’s?

F1: I didn’t want to come here and my friends aren’t answering my texts.

F2: Are your friends here?

F1: Maybe I don’t know.

F2: Sweetie, did they drag you out of your comfortable cave kicking and screaming and force you here even though you told them no multiple times.

F1: I... YES!

F2: Sweetie they shouldn't have pressured you. Open the door?

(stall opens)

F2: Hey… that’s a pretty dress.

F1: Thanks…

F2:  To be clear, no one hurt you?

F1: Just my friends feelings by dragging me here.

F2: Not your scene?

F1: No. (blows nose)

F2: Let’s go.

F1: No! I feel safe here!

F2: You’re in the men's room sweetie. What you need is fresh air, not whatever air is here.

F1: I can’t find my friends.

F2: Well friend, I’ll be your friend to get you out of here.

F1: I’m scared to go out.

F2: Look why don’t we go out, I’ll keep my arm around you and lead you out front okay?

F1: Why?

F2: I like people to have a good time, and your friends should have probably realized this isn’t a good time for you… So lucky for you I’m flexible.

F1: Why are you being nice?

F2: Unfortunately it’s a curse. Come on sweetie, let’s get out of the gross men’s room.

F1: I don’t even know your name.

F2: It’s F2, what’s yours?

F1: F1

F2: Now that we have our names, come snug up against me. You can hold on tight okay?

F1: Yes.

[Music thuds louder as door opens]

F2: I got you Just watch your step okay!

F1: Okay!

[music and crowd noises for a minute]

F2: We’re almost there!

[music starts to fade out]

F1: (gasps and heavy breathing)

F2: There there get it out.

F1: (gasping) I’m sorry! I probably ruined your night!

F2: It’s okay really. Do you need anything? Want me to wait for with you for an uber or a friend or anything?

(multiple phone vibrations)

F1: (fumbling with purse)(laughs) Oh god... I thought they were ignoring me.

F2: That deep in the men’s room must be a dead zone.
F1: I’m texting them that I’m outside. Look can I do anything, pay for your cover to get back in or..

F2: What’s your number?

F1: (flustered) I… I…

F2: Next time your friends want to drag you to a club you can contact me so I can give you an out, and I can check on you when you’re not accidentally scoping out men’s rooms.

F1: (relieved) 555-1212

F2: (phone typing sounds)

F1: (phone vibrates)

F2: Is that one of your friends?

F1: Yes. Can you stay right here please?

F2: Sure.

(footsteps)

F1: (distanced) I’m okay. I’m going to go home. This isn’t my scene. I’ll call you tomorrow. Yeah I ran into another friend it’s okay. Go have fun.

(pause)
(footsteps)

F1: (anxious and talking fast) You’ve already done so much and feel free to say no and i don’t want to ruin your night further and…

F2: Stop.

F1: (stops)

F2: Breathe in (inhales)

F1: (inhales)

F2: (Exhales) Out

F1: (exhales) I’m a wreck and left my vape at home.

F2: Oooh can’t help you there.

F1: but… I’d like to go and get pancakes at that diner before I get an Uber, can I get you a food or coffee or…your just so nice!

F2: (laughs) Again, that’s my curse. It would be my pleasure.