Post by Merry Christmas on Aug 20, 2017 19:04:25 GMT -5
INT. TRIXIE'S HOME - KITCHEN - JULY 2017
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The not so sweet smell of burned toast fills the room as Trixie dashes to pick them out from under the grill, thinking they were ok. She shaves them with a knife, knocking away the near burned layer into the bin, which is nearly full. She plates up her toast with some under cooked tomatoes. The omelette she now neglected to work is runny and she pours it onto the plate along with a glass of orange juice which goes from carton to glass with no Trixie interference. It rests cool and perfect on the table. Before Trixie is about to sit down and eat, there's a knock at the door.
TRIXIE:
"One second..."
Trixie says setting down her fork and pulls herself out from her seat. She scampers to the door as it's knocked on again.
INT. TRIXIE'S HOME - FRONT DOOR - JULY 2017
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TRIXIE:
"Coming!"
Brad Archer:
"Oy Oy! Up for some Tennis?"
Brad greets her at the door dressed head to toe in white. A tennis polo shirt, some shorts that show off his miss every leg day legs and some tennis shoes. Lastly, some tennis sweatbands on his wrists. He holds one racquet in his hand which he does a fake swing while carrying one on her back.
TRIXIE:
"Tennis?"
Brad Archer:
"Course! Andy Murray got knocked out by Sam Querrey and just saw he lost to Marin Cilic for the finals against the usesh, Federer. Thought we could go play, hit the green ball around. I'm well good at tennis."
Trixie chuckles and purses her lips to the side thinking about it. It had been a while since she played and she curls her lips into a smile. Brad points that out with a racquet pointed to her mouth.
Brad Archer:
"I see that silent yes, off you go, get changed because I'm not having you use the excuse of your wardrobe when I out serve you."
TRIXIE:
"Alright, be just a minute or two."
Trixie invites him in and directs him to the living room as she pulls out her phone.
TRIXIE:
(TEXTING)
"Made you some breakfast by the way."
Trixie sends off a quick text as she scurries upstairs to get out her tennis gear she'd vacpacked away along with some other clothes she hadn't worn in a while. She dresses into her tennis skirt, some trainers and felt oddly shorter after having gone a few days in heels. She comes downstairs as Brad is engrossed in some Love Island news on his phone on the daily mirror website.
TRIXIE:
"Ready?"
Brad Archer:
"Sure. Can't believe the islanders can't wank in there."
TRIXIE:
"What?"
CUT TO:
EXT. TENNIS COURTS - JULY
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Trixie takes a serve and lets the ball land on the diagonal square, she never served for power but for accuracy to make sure she got the ball in every time. Brad serves it back and they have a small volley going as Brad desperately tries to knock the ball as far back. Trixie stays on the edge trying to fend off Brad before getting a high shot which leads Brad to travel back with greedy intentions to smash it. He winds up and cracks the ball in the air with such force right towards Trixie…and the net.
TRIXIE:
"Another set for me."
Brad Archer:
"Are you sure that net is regulation? It seems higher to me."
Brad says gesturing with his racquet to the net as he walks up, wiping his head with his wrist band and Trixie holds her racquet to her side.
TRIXIE:
"I'm pretty sure. I'm just better, I guess."
Trixie says with a little laugh as she walks around the net to change sides. Brad goes around with a couple tennis balls ready to serve. He throws the ball up and fires the first serve with so much force behind it, again catching the net and makes Trixie sigh with relief. Brad shakes his head, biting his inner cheek as he has to do a light, underhand swing to serve the ball and let Trixie just tap the ball over the net. He races towards it as it misses the net by a golf tee and bounces once, Brad doesn't get there in time for the second bounce and has to rapidly break before crashing into the net.
TRIXIE:
(CONDESCENDINGLY SWEETLY SPOKEN)
"Fifteen Love."
Brad gives her a narrow-eyed shake of his head, leaning in with an unamused, fake smile and backs away to take another serve. Trixie grips her racquet, preparing for it, knowing the swing can and does hurt trying to hit back. Brad fires his first shot and Trixie steps aside as it balls towards her and bounces, a good five inches out.
TRIXIE:
"Out!"
Another shot, Trixie gets a bit forward this time and catches the ball just after it bounces to her side, knocking it sideways to make Brad run to get it. Trixie backs away and catches the hit back with an overhand swing, knocking it to the right where Brad wasn't anywhere near. Brad's head dips as he sees the ball bounce in and then a few more before it collides with the fencing. He takes another shot, Trixie repeats the process and Brad double face palms with frustration.
TRIXIE:
"Come on, Brad. Let's see it!"
Brad fires his serve and this time it lands in and Trixie's swing isn't enough to hit it back.
Brad Archer:
"TWO BLEEDING RIGHT! FORTY F-IN' FIFTEEN AND THE COMEBACK HAS ONLY. Just begun."
Brad ends with a slight cough to control his volume. His next serve is bang in and Trixie can't even begin to fathom a return shot. Brad's next shot lands in the net and Trixie can see the frustration build again in him, blood boiling. She catches his light serve with a high shot that forces Brad to go all the way back to the back line to see if it bounces, it does. Brad's nostrils flare at the bounce but readies his strike and slings the ball back, right at Trixie who frantically catches it with her racquet to knock it in low with an unintentional spin that makes it impossible for Brad to get. As the second bounce happens, Brad is nearly about to break his racquet over his knee when he spies two girls walking by in much shorter tennis skirts than the one Trixie is wearing. Trixie looks over her shoulder and rolls her eyes before collecting two balls.
TRIXIE:
"Ready?"
Brad Archer:
"Yeah…sure--"
Trixie says noticing Brad's eyes on the girls as they're crouching and getting their racquets out. Trixie launches her first serve to Brad, a bounce in perfectly and because Brad isn't paying attention, the ball flies right towards his unprotected crown jewels causing a very low groan as he drops the racquet and cups his precious area. Trixie covers her mouth, partly to not laugh as he knocks his head back in swelling and throbbing pain, hobbling to the fence to lean against it, very quiet.
TRIXIE:
(HOLDING BACK HER LAUGH)
"I'm so sorry Brad. At least I got it in."
And she's met with a death stare from Brad who clearly didn't appreciate her accuracy.
ooc: After the weekend, thought I'd post this story I wrote a bit back as a funny moment in my life I loosely adapted to be in my character's life too. Some wishful thinking weather here was better so I have this.
OFF-CAMERA
The not so sweet smell of burned toast fills the room as Trixie dashes to pick them out from under the grill, thinking they were ok. She shaves them with a knife, knocking away the near burned layer into the bin, which is nearly full. She plates up her toast with some under cooked tomatoes. The omelette she now neglected to work is runny and she pours it onto the plate along with a glass of orange juice which goes from carton to glass with no Trixie interference. It rests cool and perfect on the table. Before Trixie is about to sit down and eat, there's a knock at the door.
TRIXIE:
"One second..."
Trixie says setting down her fork and pulls herself out from her seat. She scampers to the door as it's knocked on again.
INT. TRIXIE'S HOME - FRONT DOOR - JULY 2017
OFF-CAMERA
TRIXIE:
"Coming!"
Brad Archer:
"Oy Oy! Up for some Tennis?"
Brad greets her at the door dressed head to toe in white. A tennis polo shirt, some shorts that show off his miss every leg day legs and some tennis shoes. Lastly, some tennis sweatbands on his wrists. He holds one racquet in his hand which he does a fake swing while carrying one on her back.
TRIXIE:
"Tennis?"
Brad Archer:
"Course! Andy Murray got knocked out by Sam Querrey and just saw he lost to Marin Cilic for the finals against the usesh, Federer. Thought we could go play, hit the green ball around. I'm well good at tennis."
Trixie chuckles and purses her lips to the side thinking about it. It had been a while since she played and she curls her lips into a smile. Brad points that out with a racquet pointed to her mouth.
Brad Archer:
"I see that silent yes, off you go, get changed because I'm not having you use the excuse of your wardrobe when I out serve you."
TRIXIE:
"Alright, be just a minute or two."
Trixie invites him in and directs him to the living room as she pulls out her phone.
TRIXIE:
(TEXTING)
"Made you some breakfast by the way."
Trixie sends off a quick text as she scurries upstairs to get out her tennis gear she'd vacpacked away along with some other clothes she hadn't worn in a while. She dresses into her tennis skirt, some trainers and felt oddly shorter after having gone a few days in heels. She comes downstairs as Brad is engrossed in some Love Island news on his phone on the daily mirror website.
TRIXIE:
"Ready?"
Brad Archer:
"Sure. Can't believe the islanders can't wank in there."
TRIXIE:
"What?"
CUT TO:
EXT. TENNIS COURTS - JULY
OFF-CAMERA
Trixie takes a serve and lets the ball land on the diagonal square, she never served for power but for accuracy to make sure she got the ball in every time. Brad serves it back and they have a small volley going as Brad desperately tries to knock the ball as far back. Trixie stays on the edge trying to fend off Brad before getting a high shot which leads Brad to travel back with greedy intentions to smash it. He winds up and cracks the ball in the air with such force right towards Trixie…and the net.
TRIXIE:
"Another set for me."
Brad Archer:
"Are you sure that net is regulation? It seems higher to me."
Brad says gesturing with his racquet to the net as he walks up, wiping his head with his wrist band and Trixie holds her racquet to her side.
TRIXIE:
"I'm pretty sure. I'm just better, I guess."
Trixie says with a little laugh as she walks around the net to change sides. Brad goes around with a couple tennis balls ready to serve. He throws the ball up and fires the first serve with so much force behind it, again catching the net and makes Trixie sigh with relief. Brad shakes his head, biting his inner cheek as he has to do a light, underhand swing to serve the ball and let Trixie just tap the ball over the net. He races towards it as it misses the net by a golf tee and bounces once, Brad doesn't get there in time for the second bounce and has to rapidly break before crashing into the net.
TRIXIE:
(CONDESCENDINGLY SWEETLY SPOKEN)
"Fifteen Love."
Brad gives her a narrow-eyed shake of his head, leaning in with an unamused, fake smile and backs away to take another serve. Trixie grips her racquet, preparing for it, knowing the swing can and does hurt trying to hit back. Brad fires his first shot and Trixie steps aside as it balls towards her and bounces, a good five inches out.
TRIXIE:
"Out!"
Another shot, Trixie gets a bit forward this time and catches the ball just after it bounces to her side, knocking it sideways to make Brad run to get it. Trixie backs away and catches the hit back with an overhand swing, knocking it to the right where Brad wasn't anywhere near. Brad's head dips as he sees the ball bounce in and then a few more before it collides with the fencing. He takes another shot, Trixie repeats the process and Brad double face palms with frustration.
TRIXIE:
"Come on, Brad. Let's see it!"
Brad fires his serve and this time it lands in and Trixie's swing isn't enough to hit it back.
Brad Archer:
"TWO BLEEDING RIGHT! FORTY F-IN' FIFTEEN AND THE COMEBACK HAS ONLY. Just begun."
Brad ends with a slight cough to control his volume. His next serve is bang in and Trixie can't even begin to fathom a return shot. Brad's next shot lands in the net and Trixie can see the frustration build again in him, blood boiling. She catches his light serve with a high shot that forces Brad to go all the way back to the back line to see if it bounces, it does. Brad's nostrils flare at the bounce but readies his strike and slings the ball back, right at Trixie who frantically catches it with her racquet to knock it in low with an unintentional spin that makes it impossible for Brad to get. As the second bounce happens, Brad is nearly about to break his racquet over his knee when he spies two girls walking by in much shorter tennis skirts than the one Trixie is wearing. Trixie looks over her shoulder and rolls her eyes before collecting two balls.
TRIXIE:
"Ready?"
Brad Archer:
"Yeah…sure--"
Trixie says noticing Brad's eyes on the girls as they're crouching and getting their racquets out. Trixie launches her first serve to Brad, a bounce in perfectly and because Brad isn't paying attention, the ball flies right towards his unprotected crown jewels causing a very low groan as he drops the racquet and cups his precious area. Trixie covers her mouth, partly to not laugh as he knocks his head back in swelling and throbbing pain, hobbling to the fence to lean against it, very quiet.
TRIXIE:
(HOLDING BACK HER LAUGH)
"I'm so sorry Brad. At least I got it in."
And she's met with a death stare from Brad who clearly didn't appreciate her accuracy.
ooc: After the weekend, thought I'd post this story I wrote a bit back as a funny moment in my life I loosely adapted to be in my character's life too. Some wishful thinking weather here was better so I have this.
