Post by Lora Shaw on Dec 3, 2014 2:47:02 GMT
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 30TH 2014
“Ma'am, I'm sorry but there's just no way I can let you on this flight in your current condition.”
The scene opens at JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, focusing in on a heavily inebriated LORA SHAW, who is swaying gently back and forth, side to side in front of a flustered U.S AIRWAYS flight attendant. The Metro:PRO fighter had previously spent a few hours drinking at the airport bar with fellow brawler LAVA ahead of her flight to Los Angeles – a flight that was now in jeopardy.
Lora: “What condition? I... I have an inner ear infekshhhin... That's all.”
The beautiful blonde falls victim to a painful hiccup.
Lora: “... And hiccups. Like, how do they even happen, man?”
The agitated flight attendant winces at the overpowering scent of beer lingering from Lora's breath and, as such, she takes a step back and shakes her head.
Flight Attendant: “Ma'am, we have a strict no drinking policy for customers on all of our flights prior to take off and it's patently obvious that you've had quite a lot to drink this evening. For the safety of our staff and other passengers on board, I'm afraid I can't permit you to fly with us this evening. If you -”
Shaw tosses her head back, utterly outraged. She's wasted and it's visible.
Lora: “Thi... This is a disgrace! It's like... I mean... Do you even know who I am?!”
The U.S AIRWAYS employee briefly glances down at Lora's passport and studies the name.
Flight Attendant: “Yes, I know exactly who you are, Mrs Shaw – and I regret to inform you that you cannot fly with us at this moment in time. Now, if you'd like to follow my colleague here to the arrival zone and collect your luggage you checked in, we can arrange for you to travel on a later flight with us.”
Shaw shakes her head and waves her finger menacingly into the face of the flight attendant.
Lora: “No! Look! I'll prove to you that... That I'm totally fine. Wat-watch. Are you watching?”
With that, the blonde turns on her heels, extends her arms and begins to walk a straight line, as if she were walking an imaginary tight rope. While doing so, she also makes attempts to touch the tip of her nose with her index fingers, however keeps poking her eyes instead.
Lora: “See?! Sober a-as a Judge!”
The flight attendant isn't afforded the time to respond before Lora succumbs to gravity and topples, landing awkwardly on her face. She's assisted back to her feet by one of the airport security guards, who are there to escort her to the arrivals zone.
Flight Attendant: “Wally, here's her passport. Get her a coffee or something – or better yet a cab home.”
The guard nods and guides a wobbly-legged Lora away from the airport gate, much to her dismay.
FADE
MONDAY, DECEMBER 1ST 2014
We return with a point of view shot, focusing in and out, creating the impression of blurred vision. When the lens is in full focus, we see Warren Shaw sitting at the edge of a bed, looking directly at us.
The scene changes, revealing Lora looking incredibly delicate curled up in her bed, staring at Warren through blood shot eyes. He's not impressed.
Warren: “You need to look at this...”
He hands her the iPad, with a pre-loaded video of last night's antics involving Lora and Lava, filmed on Vinny Metro's trusty Metro:CAM. Before she can even press play, she simply groans, as a panicked Warren confesses his concerns with her.
Warren: “We're in deep shit, Lora.”
END.
“Ma'am, I'm sorry but there's just no way I can let you on this flight in your current condition.”
The scene opens at JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, focusing in on a heavily inebriated LORA SHAW, who is swaying gently back and forth, side to side in front of a flustered U.S AIRWAYS flight attendant. The Metro:PRO fighter had previously spent a few hours drinking at the airport bar with fellow brawler LAVA ahead of her flight to Los Angeles – a flight that was now in jeopardy.
Lora: “What condition? I... I have an inner ear infekshhhin... That's all.”
The beautiful blonde falls victim to a painful hiccup.
Lora: “... And hiccups. Like, how do they even happen, man?”
The agitated flight attendant winces at the overpowering scent of beer lingering from Lora's breath and, as such, she takes a step back and shakes her head.
Flight Attendant: “Ma'am, we have a strict no drinking policy for customers on all of our flights prior to take off and it's patently obvious that you've had quite a lot to drink this evening. For the safety of our staff and other passengers on board, I'm afraid I can't permit you to fly with us this evening. If you -”
Shaw tosses her head back, utterly outraged. She's wasted and it's visible.
Lora: “Thi... This is a disgrace! It's like... I mean... Do you even know who I am?!”
The U.S AIRWAYS employee briefly glances down at Lora's passport and studies the name.
Flight Attendant: “Yes, I know exactly who you are, Mrs Shaw – and I regret to inform you that you cannot fly with us at this moment in time. Now, if you'd like to follow my colleague here to the arrival zone and collect your luggage you checked in, we can arrange for you to travel on a later flight with us.”
Shaw shakes her head and waves her finger menacingly into the face of the flight attendant.
Lora: “No! Look! I'll prove to you that... That I'm totally fine. Wat-watch. Are you watching?”
With that, the blonde turns on her heels, extends her arms and begins to walk a straight line, as if she were walking an imaginary tight rope. While doing so, she also makes attempts to touch the tip of her nose with her index fingers, however keeps poking her eyes instead.
Lora: “See?! Sober a-as a Judge!”
The flight attendant isn't afforded the time to respond before Lora succumbs to gravity and topples, landing awkwardly on her face. She's assisted back to her feet by one of the airport security guards, who are there to escort her to the arrivals zone.
Flight Attendant: “Wally, here's her passport. Get her a coffee or something – or better yet a cab home.”
The guard nods and guides a wobbly-legged Lora away from the airport gate, much to her dismay.
FADE
MONDAY, DECEMBER 1ST 2014
We return with a point of view shot, focusing in and out, creating the impression of blurred vision. When the lens is in full focus, we see Warren Shaw sitting at the edge of a bed, looking directly at us.
The scene changes, revealing Lora looking incredibly delicate curled up in her bed, staring at Warren through blood shot eyes. He's not impressed.
Warren: “You need to look at this...”
He hands her the iPad, with a pre-loaded video of last night's antics involving Lora and Lava, filmed on Vinny Metro's trusty Metro:CAM. Before she can even press play, she simply groans, as a panicked Warren confesses his concerns with her.
Warren: “We're in deep shit, Lora.”
END.
