INT. LAW LIBRARY - DAY
Students are busily going about their days, scooting by endless rows of long, tall shelves of important looking leather-bound books as they head to and from class.
SUZIE, a blonde 1L dolled up in trendy wares, sits alone and anxious at a table amidst the shuffle, her eyes wide and tearing, as she stares helplessly into the screen of her laptop.
(frantically prodding at the keyboard)
SAMMY, a short, skinny, enthusiastic, geeky fellow 1L instantly appears from around the staircase. He's clearly been praying for just this opportunity since orientation... which was only three days ago.
(rushes to SUZIE's side)
What's wrong Suzie??!
(still fixed on the screen; now hyperventilating)
I... I can't get my--my... my Torts brief is... G-G-G-GONE!!!
Oh no, Suzie! Are you sure, let me see if I can--
(violently slaps SAMMY's hand away)
DON'T TOUCH THAT! (now sobbing and full-on hysterical)
(hurt, but still hopeful)
Oh, uh, oops. I'm sorry!
While SUZIE throws herself onto her laptop in anguish, SAMMY thinks for a moment, then darts toward the stairwell with astonishing speed and ascends three stairs at a time. Over his shoulder:
Don't worry Suzie!! I'll go get Professor... (trails off)
(face in hands)
BWWWWWWAAAAAAAAH HUUUH HUUUH HOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!
From a corner table, previously off-screen, a PAIR OF JADED 2Ls has been casually observing the scene. They watch SUZIE sob, and after a few moments:
JADED 2L #1:
Did that just happen?
JADED 2L #2:
Like you fucking care. Let's go to Checkers.