PUREcheeks

INT. LOFT: LIVING AREA - LATE AFTERNOON
Heavy light from the afternoon sun breaches the open front door. The room acts as kitchen, dining area and living room. A hallway leads to elsewhere.

A long couch sleeps GOLDIE, a twenty something dressed to kill. The party is clearly over seeing as she face plants a cushion. The rest of her planks in a weird half on half off technique.

A BLARING phone alarm sends her entire body to the floor. The empty couch showing THREE distinctive impressions none made
possible by Goldie. Who by the way rises to her feet.

GOLDIE - Where am I?

Her phone reads 4:30 PM. A loud RUMBLE releases from her abdomen. Goldie’s face —— the highest level of discomfort.

GOLDIE (CONT’D) - Oh no...no...no...absolutely not!

The sound intensifies. Goldie grabs for the seat of her dress and she’s off to elsewhere. An empty liquor bottle labeled PORRIDGE sits on the living room table.

INT. LOFT: BATHROOM
For a bathroom, it’s something you don’t see everyday. A shower, sink, and THREE toilets right next to the other. Framed pictures at the tops.

The FIRST has stacks of tissues surrounding it. All varying textures. A smartly dressed BEAR at the top.
The SECOND, overly saturated wet wipes clog the toilet. The BEAR tries to be serious but just manages inelegance.
The THIRD, painful normal. One roll and a bottle labeled PUREcheeks. The BEAR here looks inviting. She sits.
Goldie reaches for the bottle. On the side are directions. She follows accompanied by a RELIEVED sigh. The toilet flushes. A knock cuts her victory short.

VOICE - Is somebody in there?

Goldie’s caught with PUREcheeks in hand.