Sneak Peak, intro first draft V1.1

Nina's Leap (only for paid)

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INT. GASTRO-BAR, DAY 1

NINA 20F, a small, flat-chested girl, stares at her reflection on the countertop as she wipes away the nonexistent stains. Her eyes dart from one coworker to the next. First, she ogles the Z-cup MOLLY CASTIELLA 21F and her outrageously massive breasts, which spill out of her uniform like they're breaking free of their fabric prison. Molly's short black hair, so sleek and shiny, is the polar opposite of Nina's lifeless red hair.

Nina's tired gaze then falls on the incomprehensibly bottom-heavy ASHLEIGH TRUVIESO 24F. Proportions like hers should've been impossible, yet here she was, sashaying around with more junk in her trunk than a 1970s Chevy. Her short, fiery orange hair was the only thing spicier than her voluptuous behind, which begged the question,

Nina (V.O.)

"How do you even find pants?"

Lastly, Nina's empty eyes land on the 8-foot-muscle-bound JILL SANCHES 24F, Jill's muscles had muscles, all packed into a tight, revealing uniform that left nothing to the imagination. Nina marveled at how Jill, a walking, talking personification of Amazonian strength, could be so painfully shy.

JILL

(nervous)

(apologizing to a customer)

"Sorry sir!"

MOLLY

(concerned  looking at Nina)

"Uh, Nina? Is something wrong?"

Nina quickly wipes her sorrowful face and puts on a fake smile.

NINA

(forcing cheer)

"Oh, it's nothing, Molly. Just... um, thinking about... stuff."

Meanwhile, Ashleigh, the boss on anything but title and name, calls out to Nina.

ASHLEIGH

(commandingly, but in a high-pitched voice)

"Nina, baby, I need you on table 2. They've been waiting for an hour."

NINA

(sighs) (under her breath)

"Coming!"

As Nina rushes to table 2, she bumps into the towering Jill, who's struggling to restock the bar's bottles far beyond her reach. The ladder is next to her, but she doesn't care.

JILL

(nervous, yet strong as an ox)

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Nina! I didn't mean to-OOF!"

Despite the apology, a bottle falls, and Nina catches it. She walks to the table

NINA

(To table 2)

"Want to hear about our wine selection? Today's menu is..."

A few hours pass.

CUT TO.

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INT. BAR BACK ROOM, DAY 1 (9pm)

Nina struts confidently in the changing room; she is proud.

Molly closes her locker. Nina was behind it, looking at her with a grin. They're obviously close.

NINA

(excitedly)

"Molly, guess how much I made in tips today?"

Nina extended a bill and two coins.

MOLLY

(looking away, uncomfortably)

(nervous chuckle)

"Oh, Nina... That's... That's..."

NINA

(confused)

"What's wrong? It's just a question. I made twelve whole dollars!"

(happy)

"I usually make less than 10; this is so cool."

MOLLY

(stuttering)

"That's... That's... great, Nina."

Nina looks around, sensing the awkwardness in the air.

NINA

(hesitantly)

"You seem awfully reserved, Mggee. More than usual.

How much did you make? 100?"

MOLLY (reluctantly)

"Well, Nina, I think that's... private. You know how you shouldn't disclose those things to co-workers. Competitiveness in monetary terms is very unhealthy."

Nina leans in concerned; her curiosity piqued at its absolute limits.

NINA

(whispering)

"I'm not asking for your salary... Just the tips."

MOLLY

(whispering)

"I... I..."

Molly touches her things together. She is avoiding the question.

MOLLY

(reluctantly)

"Well, Nina, I should go back to"

Then Ashleigh jumps energetically, with the energy of a thousand people. Molly's eyes go blank. OH.

ASHLEIGH

(giggling)

"Girls! what's up! Ah, talking about tips."

Molly waves her hands, panicking. A failed attempt to stop Ashleigh.

ASHLEIGH

(giggling, cont.)

"I made 360 R's beat your morning record, Moll's. Guess I'm a tip queen today."

Molly's whole body collapses as she stares at Nina. Nina is in shock, walking and staring at the meager 12 Reals.

ASHLEIGH

(confused)

"Am I interrupting something?"

NINA

(in shock)

"360 Reals?"

ASHLEIGH

(re-excited)

"Yeah girl, Moll's here made 357, and 2 fancy

gentlemen gave me 40 each, I beat the record"

Nina walks out mid-conversation as Ashleigh fades in the background.

FADE TO.

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INT. NINA'S BEDROOM, NIGHT

Nina sobs into her pillow. her phone in hand, showing savings of 400 USD.

Nina (V.O.)

(defeated)

"I've been working here for six months, and I can't even

afford half of my programming course. I need a miracle."

Her eyes land on a half-hidden web ad. Grow two breast cups in one week! 100% safe and effective! $299.99 warning may not work on all; consult genetic specialists for the genome.

Nina (V.O.)

(dubiously defeated)

"What do I have to lose? My dignity?

I'm a barista. That ship sailed a long time ago."

She looks at other ads: larger butt and chiseled abs. Get bigger chest DNA guaranteed

Nina (V.O.)

"Larger. They get Huge tips because

the clientele are (INTO) that."

Nina grabs her chest. nothing. her ass. nada. her shoulders. thin as straws.

Nina (V.O.)

"You'd think these ads are reading your mind at times... How do I gain more? How do I become more? This isn't the right path, but its the only one I have."

Nina presses withdraw cash in the bank app.

CUT TO.

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INT. GASTRO-BAR, DAY 2

JINGLE VFX, Nina, normally shy and reserved, strides into work with a newfound confidence. Her coworkers and customers alike take notice of her transformed demeanor.

Nina (V.O.)

(determined)

"Confidence is key. But, Nina, you're going

to need more than that. Time to invest in"

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