IN HER CURLS EPISODES 1-3

IN HER CURLS
(EPISODE ONE)


In a Casual Restaurant. Sparse customers on the wooden seats having their pick for the afternoon.
Rita and Adian sit comfortably with plates of chicken and chips each. Dark beauties in their early 20's.
Adian the pettie figure whereas Rita  is chubby and taller. They are wearing their
salon T-Shirts, Hair_By_Zil on sleek denim trousers. Rita's hair in deep natural hair folds whereas Adian wears a patted weave.
'Wo! This ketchup and chips tastes good! Rita thanks for this!' Adian licks her lips.
'Me I'm enjoying the chicken' Rita grubs the chicken.
They both stop dead when they sight a lady in pretty pink walk into the restuarant and pass by them. They look at themselves now and look back at her while she looks for a nice place to seat.
'I love the locks of her weave!' Rita whispers

'Oh No! It's the brunette shade that is gorgeous!' Adian commends

'What is this we're even carrying on our head sef?  This is the real deal!' Rita drops her chicken and holds her head, 'Damn!' She bits her finger and exhales.

Adian's face goes sour, 'Don't just annoy me! I bought this fine straight, Original closure on my weave for 15k!' Adian pouts, discontented.

'How much do you think she bought hers? Please let's do and go back to our salon. At least we have the whole day to dream about the deep locks of this brunette! Waiter!' Rita beckons on the waiter to pack up their food while she wipes her hands with the serviette.


Adian frowns, 'I don't blame you at all. In your mind you've rubbished my fine closure! Like your natural hair is the dopest!'
Rita winks at her and laughs.
'Someone cannot play with you'
Adian sighs and looks away.
Once they receive their packs from the waiter, they stand up and begin walking to the exit still arguing about the brunette.



















IN HER CURLS
(EPISODE TWO)

The shiny bulb light flashes on the glossy painted lush pink walls of the Saloon.
A half dark mannequin's head rests on the high stool where Rita is finishing off her long curly black weave on it.


The lemon green painted rack facing the thick glass doors serve as hive for all their hair lotions  and products while the glass doors serve as advert space for hair models.


The cream tiled floor has strands of gold coloured attachment hair.


Adrian is infront of the big sized wall mirror with a customer talking on phone.


The lady happens to be in her mid thirties , a round face, Thick lips and tongue that makes speech while she's talking slurr.


Rita glances at Adrian face observing her exhaustion from the loud customers call and shakes her head.


Just then the Lady they met in brunette comes into the saloon but this time she is not alone. She is accompanied by a robust and good looking Man. In crisp black suit. The two of them looking like they are going on their first date.


Rita pretends to be absorbed in what she's doing but she also observes she is not alone. The sharp ends of Adrian's comb pricks her customer's scalp as she loses a bit of focus.


'Ouch!' The lady exclaims.


Are you making my hair or are you watching out for that lady.


Ngowari, from the receptionist desk beckons on Rita to come and attend to the lady.


Rita winks at Adrian as Adrain gives up making her wigging on the customer to attend to her.

Adrain directs her to meet with their customer service attendant.


The lady in brunette hair however glances at Rita at the other end from head to toe like she is a common rag when they refer to the hair Rita is wigging.


Admist this, the robust dark skinned guy with well shaped head cut bends down and whispers something in his fiancee's ears that makes her face brighten a little and she smiles.


"Gosh she's got cute set of teeth. Not entirely sparkly white but got this irresistible glow!" Rita soliloquies.

The loud customer that Adrian left behind turns around and stares her like she heard what she said.

Rita smiles and her hands continues to work at the wig which is almost done now. She applies some hair spray lightly on it.


"Rita you'll be handling this customer's wig" Ngowari informs her.


"Okay. Good day Ma. Please where is your wig? And how do you want it patted?" Rita questions in her nicest customer service voice which is her perfect version of polish accent as opposed to her normal plain seamless talking fast plain tone, while she's wiping her oily palms with a towel on the table.


"To the Side" the Lady with the brunette hair replies her.

"Ok ma" Rita nods and slips the towel back into position.

"Is that the wig you're making over there?"

 Her intunation sounding like one that is a newscaster.

" Yes, you'll love it?" Rita's eyes glows with pride.


"Ehmm... It's quite impressive but I believe you'll do better with mine."


"Absolutely, when do you want it?" Rita questions playing a little drama with the slim blue comb in her hands

Adrian comes back to her customer. Throwing frequent glances at Rita and the Lady.


"Can I pick it up tomorrow?" the lady questions pushing her brunette hair slightly behind her ears.

"Of course."

Rita observes her chick dot gold earrings more clearer now and her bold eyes shimmers with delight.

"A neat job is what I want!" Her voice is sharp and stern.

Ngowari interjects


"Madam you don't have anything to worry about. Rita is good at wigs. She handles all our customer's wigs and they go home happy"


The lady nods.


"Ok if you say so"


She hands her over her wig.


"I'll be trusting you with my expensive Peruvian hair. Do your best!"

Her fiancee finally speaks up


"Honey you worry too much. Let's hurry we're running late for the meeting"


He glances at Rita.


"You do a fine job."


"Yes sir" Rita replies. A wave of confidence swirling over her face as she watch them walk away.


"My friend get back to work. Today isn't your wedding day!" Adrian mocks her as she turns around and heads back with a frown.


They all burst out laughing at her.

















IN HER CURLS
(EPISODE THREE)




The drink bar is well lit.

Rita pours out wine for the man she met earlier at the saloon. The one that came along with the hot lady with brunette hair.


He smiles at her and she smiles in return till a heavy slap hits her back.


"Ouch!" She exclaims wiping her sleepy eyes. She stretches a little and strains to look around the waiters changing room.


"You came to work today to sleep abi? " Adrian yabs her.


They are both dressed in their waiters uniform of crisp white long sleeve shirt a half cut black jacket and black pants.


"You know I made 5 wigs today"


"Like me I did nothing today" Adrian laughs.


"Babe let's get going!"



They walk out into open lounge. Adrian is already taking an order.


"2 bottles of soft drinks please." A fellow waiter beckons on Rita and she gets the chilled drinks from where it's chilling in the fridge.

Getting back home.

Adrian is the first to open the room but Rita overtakes her and falls helpless on the couch like a big log of wood.

The one bedroom flat is a gift Adrain's Uncle left for her as part of her inheritance before he passed on.

His picture frame is still resting on the parlour's side stool which Rita almost kicks off.

"Hey! Watch it! " Adrian slaps off her full legs from the point where it's about to hit the picture frame and changes it position to the side of the T.V.

"Maybe your uncle would rise from the dead before you put away that picture!"

Rita voices in a sleepy voice and she's almost dozing off; her snoring emerges vehemently.

Adrian sighs and leaves her behind and instead strolls into the living room which they have turned into a mini hair salon.

Half Mannequin heads clump at one corner on tripod stands with either a work in progress wig on board or a complete wig.

Half way up on the plush purple walls where shelves painted in a rich mint green. This reveals all their hair products- Oil sheens, hair detanglers, oil treatments etc

Rita and Adrian did all the refurbishing themselves. From the painting of the walls to the shelving.

Adrian though tired pulls off her white sneakers and places it on the shoe rack before returning to her bed.

She picks up the wig and places it on the table adjacent to the bed and begins plucking out on the frontal.

The wall clock shows Eleven.