The Interface (working title)

Act 1

 INT. DORM ROOM - NIGHT

A bright light emanating from a desktop computer offsets the darkness of the small rectangle the college likes to pretend is a room. The sounds of a party - booming bass, bodies moving, loud laughter, a cocktail shaker - are muted but audible, though not to GWEN (22), her heavily-pierced ears covered mostly by large headphones and hands in the classic "wasd + mouse" position, as she leans toward the screen. The computer shows the crosshairs of a rifle sight. It focuses on the head of a masked man, fires.

GWEN

That's right, motherfucker! Just try and shoot back.

She pulls her character out of the zoom into the over-the-shoulder fps style game. The door opens behind her, letting in a streak of multi-colored lights. A body squeezes through, coming up behind Gwen. CHLOE (22), the light to Gwen's dark, tugs the headphones of her ears and keeps moving until her head rests against Gwen's shoulder.

CHLOE

Gwen, babe, come join the party.

Gwen's eyes don't leave the screen. Chloe moves Gwen's hair out of the way, kisses her neck.

GWEN

(the crosshairs line up) I know, just one more - (the rifle fires) aaannd doone!

The words LEVEL UP! cross the screen. Gwen taps escape. She pulls Chloe around into her lap. Their lips meet. They pull apart, Chloe's eyes still closed.

CHLOE

I know what you're doing and it's not going to work.

She pushes herself off of Gwen.

CHLOE (CONT'D)

I'm going back to the party, and if you want any of this -

(she gestures to her whole body)

tonight, you will come join.

Gwen stands, following Chloe as she backs toward the door. Chloe turns, tapping the panel. Gwen presses herself against her back. She whispers in her ear.

GWEN

Is that a promise?

The door opens, the party sounds now deafening. Chloe pulls Gwen through it.

INT. APARTMENT PARTY - CONTINUOUS

Chloe pulls Gwen by the hand into the room. The party inside is epic - alcohol flowing, the dancefloor packed, people making out in the corner, someone throwing up in the bathroom. 

A whoop comes from a group to the side. A woman dances her way to the front, cradling a drink. This is CHARLIE (23).

CHARLIE

(yelling over the music)

Lookie here! Someone is whipped.