Happy
Birthday, Bethany
Party
scene: party debauchery
groups
of friends, drinking, smoking, raucousing, the whole deal
Bethany,
the birthday girl, makes her rounds, working very very hard to be the
belle of the ball
Bethany
is an average sized girl, actually with quite a nice figure, even if
not a supermodel body
she
is decorated as birthday girl and is determined for everyone to
recognize her honor
she
moves deliberately around, laughing too loud, behaving much drunker
than she is
occasionally,
she can be seen leaving a group in a tiff, the group left rather
uncomfortable
this
goes on for a bit
longer
than a bit, like what it would really be like to watch a party as an
outsider looking in
maybe
10 minutes pass, drinking games, conversation, organic... just a
party
finally,
dialogue can be clearly made out, as we see Bethany rising again in a
tiff
Clara:
WHAT, all I said was I like your dress, what is your problem
Bethany:
will you just shut up you cunt
Clara:
fuck off man, i'm out of here
Bethany:
yeah good. Take your fake gucci and your eating disorder and just
leave because noone wants you here anyway
Clara
leaves, obviously
this
creates a mild scene, though mostly unnoticed by the party attendees
Bethany
collects herself, and mingles once more
she
approaches another group... and it becomes clear she's worked up
again
she
backs away
clears
her throat
Bethany:
UM, excuse me... um, listen, can I have everyone's attention? Okay,
it was cool of all of you to come tonight and all but, okay, um
fucking listen... okay, if one more person in this fucking room tries
to tell me I'm not fat, I will flip. I'll freak. Because obviously,
I'm a fucking size twelve and obviously that's fucking fat. OKAYYY?
Is that clear to everyone? I have to rifle through the racks at H&M
to the back, like every time to find a cami or a miniskirt that will
fit over my ginormous thighs... I clench my stomach all day, I'M
CLENCHING MY STOMACH RIGHT NOW. I bought spanks. Okay, no nonfat
girls buy spanks. So i'm sick of you all telling my how cute my
clothes are and how good my makeup looks and how you like my new
haircolor okay cuz i'm fat and that's the long and short of it.
That's the deal, that's the skinny. And it's not a harsh reality
motherfuckers i've been a heifer my whole life so the sooner you all
say, yes you are fat when I say, oh my god i'm so fat, the happier
we'll all be, alright because I'm disgusting. It's pretty obvious. So
when I say, do I look fat? I ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWER IS YES SO STOP
LYING TO ME AND MAKING ME SO GODDAMN UNCOMFORTABLE YOU INSENSITVE
ASSHOLES IT'S MY BIRTHDAY FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
Silence
Staring
Robby,
an incredibly skinny boy, enters, stuffing his face with cake
Robby:
Bethany, shit, this cake is off the hook. You better get some before
I eat it all.
Bethany
winces, gets a maniacal look in her eyes, sticks her finger down
throat and throws up
Robby:
Woooooahhhhhh, happy birthday Bethany!!!