FADE IN.

ALICE grows increasingly impatient as she pounds the buttons on an elevator that refuses to arrive. Meanwhile, BETTE yells into her cellphone as she enters the rickety warehouse building.

                        BETTE

              (Yelling into her cell phone.)

….and maybe, just maybe Alan, if you gossiped a little less about the absolute drought that has become my sexlife, and worried a little more about finding me a space for my art gallery, just maybe I wouldn’t be so fucking late for this art opening. Fuck!

Bette snaps her phone shut and thrusts it into her purse.  Alice turns her head and catches a look at an angry Bette. Alice smiles but Bette doesn’t notice her.

                        ALICE

              (Whispering to herself.)

Great. It’s like a gazillion degrees in here and I get hot elevator rage woman.

                        BETTE

     Excuse me?

                        ALICE

     No. I was, I was just… It’s crazy hot in here don’t…

                        BETTE

              (Pounding on the up button.)

     Is this fucking hotbox broke? God!

Bette opens her phone and presses the speed dial. Alice turns and eyes the front of Bette’s opened blouse, a bead of sweat is making it’s way down Bette’s breasts. Alice quickly turns away.

                        BETTE

              (Into her phone.)

     Fuck. Now this isn’t even working.                        

                       ALICE

     The buttons.

                        BETTE

     Excuse me?

                        ALICE

     Maybe if you didn’t pound the buttons so hard…

                        BETTE

                   (Impatiently.)

     Have you been waiting long?

Bette rolls her eyes and rubs the back her neck. While looking at the ground her eyes glimpse over at Alice’s naked leg. Several beads of sweat release themselves from beneath Alice’s hiked up skirt and lazily roll down her thigh.

                        BETTE (cont.)

     Uhm, there’s a service elevator off the stairwell.

Bette begins walking toward the service elevated. Alice rocks back on her heels; she hesitates.

                        BETTE (cont.)

                   (Sincerely.)

I’m fairly sure it will get us there in one piece…Are you coming?

Alice pushes the elevator button a few last times.

                        ALICE

     Sure. What the hell.

Bette continues toward the service elevator.

                        BETTE

     I promise I don’t bite…

Alice follows.

                        BETTE (cont.)

     …much.

Bette smiles and continues toward the service elevator.

                                           FADE OUT.