Warren & Dominique
A bit of context:
It is Warren Pruitt’s 33rd birthday. After receiving some challenging news earlier in the day, he decided retail therapy and Cronuts would mend the hurt. He returns home looking forward to enjoying the rest of his day in peace.
EXT. BROOKLYN STREET - DAY
A Brooklyn Brownstone; single family with a ground floor unit. We HEAR loud R&B music playing.
INT. WARREN'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Warren walks into his apartment. Upon entering, he is accosted by the music, the faint sounds of someone banging and clanking on pans, and a foul stench in the air. He drops his bevy of shopping bags and places his box of Cronuts on a nearby desk. He then rushes to turn down the music and looks toward the kitchen.
What are you doing?
In the kitchen is DOMINIQUE PRUITT (29), Warren's sister. She is gorgeous, dressed impeccably, save for a very messy apron, and looks to be completely out of her element. She yells to him as he approaches.
I'm making you brunch.
Stop. It smells horrible in here.
I know; but that was from before. I'm good now. I think.
Dominique looks at her concoctions on the stove-top, biting her nails. Warren comes into the kitchen, which looks like one of Lucy Ricardo's "ideas”, and observes.
(as if to say "poor baby")
Dominique looks up at him, like Lucy would Ricky when she had some "splainin'" to do.
You tried it. Turn everything off and get out of my kitchen.
Dominique is more than happy to oblige. She abandons ship and apron, grabs an already-poured glass of champagne from the counter, and heads to the living room. She sees the shopping bags and begins rummaging.
Warren grabs a glass, the bottle, and follows.
Oooh, you went shopping!
This is cute! All of this is, actually.
Wait. You’re not still buying straight off the mannequins,
Warren sips his champagne, avoiding her glare. He reaches for the box of Cronuts.
Warren!! You're better than that! Let me help you!
I can dress myself, Dominique. Here.
He hands her a Cronut and sits down at his desk, eating.
No, you can't. That's the problem. I can teach you how to
pick stuff out for yourself, you know. It's what I do for a living.
You stalk celebrities for a living.
And try to get them to wear my outfits. I talked Blake Lively
into a really cute sweater in Barney’s last week.
No you didn’t.
She was checking it out, I told her how amazing it would
look on her, and she bought it. Technically, that’s talking her into it.
(eating; to Cronut)
Omigod. This is so fucking good!
Yeah, this is way better than the one they had last month.
(surprised and offended)
You’ve had them before?
Dude, everybody has. I swear, Warren; you’re late to everything.
No I’m not. Ooh, wait; here. Take my picture.
He hands her his phone and tries out several happily-eating-a-Cronut poses.
Is this for le Blog?
Yep. Okay go.
He looks ridiculous.
Oh my god.
Dominique snaps several pics, hands Warren his phone, and sits on the couch. Warren immediately Airdrops the pics to his laptop.
Whatever you write, tag it 2014.
END OF SCENE.