EXT. PARKING GARAGE – NIGHT
Flashbulbs and fanfare. MICHELLE VESPIRA, a petite but muscular woman, escorts a DIVA through a crowd of screaming fans. She does not look amused. BEKS, an overweight blonde woman, covers the rear. They are both wearing navy uniforms reminiscent of paramilitary BDU’s, but cut to look stylish and professional, with the name CONsent on the breast and across the mid-back.
Michelle and Beks lead the diva to a limo, where RIDER, a tall, well-muscled Black man also in a CONsent uniform, is waiting to open the back door. He opens it, but before the diva climbs inside, she spins around, smacking Michelle across the face with her ponytail. She blows kisses to the crowd and climbs inside.
The limo slowly drives away. Michelle is still blinking the pain away. Rider and Beks flank her to watch the limo leave.
We’ve gotta get a real gig.
INT. DIVE BAR – NIGHT
Michelle makes her way through the back of a crowded bar. The crowd seems to part for her stern demeanor. She makes a beeline for the bathrooms in the back. The women’s room door opens and a scared-looking BRUNETTE hurries out. When she sees Michelle, she points into the bathroom.
Michelle shoves the door open to find a SCRUFFY MAN slamming a REDHEAD into the wall.
Bitch, you don’t tell me no!
She grabs the man’s arm and twists it behind his back.
EXT. BAR FRONT ENTRANCE – NIGHT
Beks sits on a stool by the door, smoking a cigarette and swinging her legs. She has an ID in her hand. A nervous young-looking BOY stands anxiously before her. Beks takes a drag as she glances from the ID to the boy.
You call this an ID?
The front entrance flies open and Scruffy flies head-first into the parking lot. Michelle steps outside and pulls out a cell phone. The boy gapes at them. As Michelle dials 9-1-1, Beks holds the ID up for her to look at. Michelle snorts and shakes her head.
We gotta get a real gig.
(into the phone)
Yes, could you please send some officers to Runaround Sue’s? I have some trash for them to pick up.
The boy stares as Scruffy continues to roll around on the ground, groaning.
INT. GYM – DAY
Beks and Michelle are wearing safety gear in the middle of a boxing ring. Beks has Michelle I in a headlock. Michelle yells in frustration and plows Beks over. Beks pulls Michelle feet-over-head and they end up panting on the floor, heads side-by-side.
We gotta get a real gig.
I actually prayed for that this morning.
A bell rings. They sigh and stand.
Michelle and Beks look like hot messes as they meander down the sidewalk post-workout in their baggy gym clothes. They have gym bags slung over their shoulders. Beks is eating a chocolate-y protein bar that looks suspiciously like a Snickers.
So you know how I said the guy I’m seeing is super-Catholic–
Besides the whole pan/poly thing?
Yeah, besides that. Ever since I mentioned to him that I was raised Catholic, he’s been tryin’ to get me to attend Mass with him. So after the party last night, I was riding high and decided, What the hell? I went home with him and his boyfriends, and he and I went to Mass this morning.
I’m sure everyone goes from a gang-bang on Saturday to Mass on Sunday.
They do! But it was super-awkward, because all I could think about was sex! So I tried to focus on work instead.
You prayed for a gig so you wouldn’t be thinking about sex in church?
It was horrible!
They laugh as they turn into a high-rise apartment building.
INT. MICHELLE’S APARTMENT
Michelle’s apartment is small, neat, and nicely-furnished in an almost minimalist style. As soon as she opens the door, a large blue cat runs up to her and brushes against her legs. Beks follows her in, dumps her bag on the floor, and closes the door. She crosses the apartment and falls face-first onto the couch.
Dibs on the shower.
Beks groans. A phone on the desk in the corner beeps. Michelle stretches her arms as she crosses the room and hits PLAY. The cat jumps up on the desk and head-butts her arm.
This message is for Rafe Vespira–
Beks leans up and grimaces at Michelle. Michlle purses her lips.
My name is Jeremy Sekel or Sekel Corp. I’m looking into hiring a security group to act as a private police form for my operation.
Michelle and Beks gape at one another.
Please call me back as soon as possible so we can discuss whether (beat) CON-sent Security is the right fit for the job.
Beks curls her lip.
Why’s he gotta say it like that?
Michelle shakes her head and picks up the phone.
I don’t care. I just want the deets on this
(making finger quotations)