FADE IN:



               INT. RESTAURANT - EVENING

               Mr. Vista, suited and booted, hair combed to within an inch
               of its life, sits at a table, a bundle of expectation and
               nerves.

               He checks his breath discreetly.  Removes a piece of paper
               from his jacket, reads.



               P.O.V: NOTE - JULIA 8PM

               Paper back in his pocket, Mr. Vista checks the time.  One
               minute to.

               Progress Bar: (Possibility Of A Shag) the bar hovers around
               the 5% mark.

               Mr. Vista checks the table.  Only one bottle of wine.  He
               waves over a WAITER.

               Another bottle of red pops open, joins the other on the
               table.  Mr. Vista fills the glass of his prospective guest
               right to the brim.

               Progress Bar: (Possibility Of A Shag) the bar moves up to
               50% as Mr. Vista pours the wine into the glass.

               The Waiter watches him.  Mr. Vista notices, smiles
               nervously.  The Waiter smiles back reassuring.

               Mr. Vista checks his tie.

               Julia arrives, not what he was expecting.  She's
               overweight, has a facial skin problem and hair growing from
               a hideous wart on her chin.

               Progress Bar: (Possibility Of A Shag)  drops to zero and
               the bar itself droops.

               Julia's Progress Bar: (Possibility Of A Shag) in the blink
               of an eye it reaches 100%.

               The Waiter tries to control the smirk that threatens to
               explode onto his face.

               Mr. Vista tries not to recoil in horror.

               He quickly downs both glasses of wine and indicates he
               needs the loo.  Julia nods.



               INT. RESTAURANT LOO  - MOMENTS LATER

               The Waiter enters, sees Mr. Vista trying to reach the loo
               window.

               Progress Bar: (Escape) the bar shoots up every time Mr.
               Vista jumps, and falls when he fails to reach the window.

               The Waiter coughs discreetly.

               Mr. Vista sees him, looks guilty. 

               The Waiter smiles his understanding, cups his hands for Mr.
               Vista to step into.  He heaves him up to the window.  It's
               a tight fit and Mr. Vista's legs wiggle for a time as he
               tries to force himself through.

               A crash, as he lands on bins outside.

               The Waiter exits.



               INT. RESTAURANT - MOMENTS LATER

               Julia sips wine.

               Julia's Progress Bar: (Possibility Of A Shag) still 100%
               but now throbbing red with passion.

               The Waiter arrives at her shoulder, whispers in her ear.

               Julia's Progress Bar (Possibility Of A Shag) shoots down to
               zero and the bar melts away.

               She looks at the Waiter, raises an eyebrow, licks her lips.

               Julia's Brand New Progress Bar: (Possibility Of A Shag)
               zooms to 100%, flashes bright red.

               Terror in the Waiter's eyes.

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