(Finally standing up, wobbling) THAT’S THE SPIRIT! GEORDIE SHORE, BABY! WE DON’T DO HANGOVERS. WE DO TOP-UPS.
A framed photo of the lads. It has a slice of pizza crust balanced on the corner.
Suddenly, the front door SLAMS open.
The Garden.
James grabs a bottle of vodka from the freezer. It’s 9:14 AM. He unscrews the cap.
THE SCENE OPENS. The living room looks like a bomb hit a fancy dress shop and a kebab shop at the same time. A single, sad high heel lies on its side. A traffic cone is inexplicably on the coffee table. Confetti is stuck to everything.
(Pointing at the bedroom) Marnie. She’s getting both barrels. And then I’m getting in the shower, I’m putting on a fresh pair of joggers, and we are going OUT.
James picks up the traffic cone and hurls it across the room. It knocks over a lamp.
The Stairs.
(From the living room) That’ll be me. I wanted a midnight piss with a bang. Nailed it.
A low, guttural GROAN.
(Finally standing up, wobbling) THAT’S THE SPIRIT! GEORDIE SHORE, BABY! WE DON’T DO HANGOVERS. WE DO TOP-UPS.
A framed photo of the lads. It has a slice of pizza crust balanced on the corner.
Suddenly, the front door SLAMS open.
The Garden.
James grabs a bottle of vodka from the freezer. It’s 9:14 AM. He unscrews the cap. Geordie Shore
THE SCENE OPENS. The living room looks like a bomb hit a fancy dress shop and a kebab shop at the same time. A single, sad high heel lies on its side. A traffic cone is inexplicably on the coffee table. Confetti is stuck to everything.
(Pointing at the bedroom) Marnie. She’s getting both barrels. And then I’m getting in the shower, I’m putting on a fresh pair of joggers, and we are going OUT. (Finally standing up, wobbling) THAT’S THE SPIRIT
James picks up the traffic cone and hurls it across the room. It knocks over a lamp.
The Stairs.
(From the living room) That’ll be me. I wanted a midnight piss with a bang. Nailed it.
A low, guttural GROAN.