KIMMY is sitting on a JESSICA’s bed in student digs. JESS has put some effort into making her room feel at home – there’s study books but also posters, cushions, cuddly toys, maybe a pot plant. KIMMY is painting her nails.
JESS comes in, obviously having had a bad day, throws her bag down on the desk (which is line of sight from the door), then turns with a sigh – sees Kimmy, and jumps.
KIMMY: Hey Jessie! Good day?
JESS: You startled me!
KIMMY: I came in to borrow your nail polish. That’s okay, right?
JESS: Oh. That’s why I keep running out. Beat. Is that my t-shirt?
KIMMY: Yeah, my stuff’s in the wash. Figured you wouldn’t mind.
KIMMY: So how was the meeting today?
JESS: Yeah, the Prof was riding me a bit. About the last essay being late and all. Like, it’s fine, it’s just a bit. . . you know.
KIMMY: Yeah. He’s a cock.
JESS: I guess. I think it’s more about me getting my shit together.
KIMMY: I suppose. But there’s no need for him to be mean about it.
JESS: I saw the groups for the practical module were up.
KIMMY: Cool huh?
JESS: Us being in a group together?
JESS: The other were saying that they were asked who they wanted to be in groups with.
KIMMY: Yeah, it was that day you were all full of lurgy. So I signed us up together. Didn’t want to disturb you.
KIMMY: What are we doing tonight then?
JESS: Beat. Well, I’ve been invited to a party.
KIMMY: Oooh! Where is it?
JESS: Over in Goldeney.
KIMMY: Oooh – Goldeney. What should I wear?
KIMMY: I mean all my stuff is in the wash. Ooh – can I borrow your red dress.
JESS: I’m wearing my red dress.
KIMMY: That’s fine. I like your blue one too. What time Is it?
JESS: Err, sorry, Kim, like, I’m going to the party, not ‘we are going to the party.’
KIMMY: Beat. Sorry?
JESS: Mark asked me. To go. With him. Me and Mark.
KIMMY: Oh. Beat. Oh. Beat. Well, that’s fine. I’ll come with you and then just hang out till your done.
JESS: I don’t think that’s going to work Kimmy. I’m going to be with Mark the whole time.
KIMMY: Well I’m sure you won’t be with him the whole time, you’ll need someone to hang with when he’s talking to his friends.
JESS: I’m not sure he’s planning on talking with his friends.
KIMMY: Yeah, that’s what boys are like. You’ll need me. I’ll be your wing woman.
JESS: Errr, or you could find something else to do?
KIMMY: Like what?
JESS: You could go down the union.
KIMMY: Nah, don’t like it.
JESS: Or Watershed, I heard some of the gang from the department are heading down there.
KIMMY: Nah, don’t like them.
JESS: Or you could catch up on Netflix.
KIMMY: Nah, it’s not as good without you. I’d sooner come with you. It will be cool.
JESS: Look, err Kimmy. . .
Kimmy does pleading eyes.
JESS: Err, okay, but don’t get all moody when I’m spending time with Mark.
KIMMY: That’s okay. I’m sure you wouldn’t abandon me completely.
JESS: Right, better go shower.
KIMMY: Oh and Jess!
KIMMY: You should wear your blue dress. Brings out your eyes.
JESS leaves for the shower.
KIMMY: Painting her nails. And then I can wear your red one.