Is this any good? Gavin is the headteacher of Albright School and Greg is part of the IT department. Please tell me what you think
INT. GREG'S OFFICE AT ALBRIGHT SCHOOL - AFTERNOON.
Greg is in his cramped office that only has a computer and some James Bond posters. He is sitting at his computer desk, obviously completely bored, pressing on the keyboard to the tune of 'Eye of the tiger' which he is humming under his breath. Julie, a homely secretary, knocks on the door and Greg hurriedly stops and pretends to be working.
GREG:
Come in!
JULIE:
Greg? Mr Plimpton wants to see you.
GREG V.O:
Joy.
INT. GAVIN'S OFFICE
Gavin, a thin balding man is sitting at his desk facing Greg with an enthusiastic smile on his face. The office is filled with Ultimate Frisbee competition certificates and pictures of his pet turtle Usain.
GAVIN:
Greg! There you are! Grab a seat.
GREG:
Gavin, I'm really busy. I have spread sheets to fill out and some fragmentation-
GAVIN:
This will only take a second.
Greg sighs and sits down on the seat facing Gavin's desk.
GAVIN:
So Greg, I just wanted to have a quick catch-up sesh, see how you're doing, what's happening in the life of Greg?
GREG:
We saw each other in the staff room this morning.
GAVIN:
Yeah, but you seemed really busy and we didn't have one of our man chats so I just wanted to check that you were all right. You know I look after my employees.
GREG:
Yeah. I'm great, fantastic, fine, so I should probably get back-
GAVIN:
Are you doing anything this weekend? Got anything to celebrate?
GREG (sighing):
Well, I turn 26 so-
GAVIN:
I know! I feigned innocence! I've actually got you a little something. I know it's important to have a strictly professional work relationship but I won't tell if you don't!
GREG:
Trust me, I won't be telling anyone about this.
Gavin excitedly hands Greg a wrapped present. Greg unenthusiastically opens it to reveal a t-shirt that reads 'No, I will not fix your computer' with a picture of a disgruntled nerd.
GAVIN:
It's funny because it's not true.
GREG:
Thanks Gavin. I'll be sure to treasure it forever.
GAVIN:
Are you doing anything special for your birthday, then?
GREG:
Just something small. I'm inviting a few friends over for some Chinese.
GAVIN:
I love Chinese food.
There's a pause as Gavin obviously waits for an invitation but Greg remains silent.
GREG:
It's just a few close friends.
GAVIN:
Greg, I know I'm your boss and not one of your 'BFFs' but we've always had a bit of a repertoire going on, we've got a lot in common and I feel we definitely get on well. But when you shut me out sometimes I just- I mean look at Julie.
Gavin points to his window where a frazzled Julie can be seen trying to organize her pens in height order on her desk which is situated right outside Gavin's office.
GAVIN (CONT'D):
You see Julie over there? Julie, my secretary? Who organises things and sets up events and makes sure people get my messages. Yeah Julie? Julie? F**k, Julie, man. I don't give a shit, not a f**king shit. You? I got you a hilarious t-shirt. Julie? I have no idea when she was born and if she invited me to her house, I would punch her in the face. I know she's a woman, so don't get me wrong, I would hesitate, but I would still do it for the bloody cheek.
GREG:
Okay! Okay! You can come!
GAVIN:
Well you don't have to, I mean, I don't want to force you to do something that you don't want to do.
GREG:
It's fine, whatever, it's going to be shite anyway. It's this Saturday at eight and my address is -
GAVIN:
I know your address. Should I bring Articulate or is someone else getting it?
GREG:
I would say just bring yourself but please know that's optional.
GAVIN:
Oh Greg. You are quite the Bantersaurus Rex. Yet another thing we have in common. I'll see you on Saturday.
Greg leaves Gavin's office, who is muttering 'what to wear, what to wear?' under his breath, and nods at Julie as he passes her desk. Gavin suddenly yells her name and Julie jumps, spilling her pens, and nervously shuffles into his office.