Bad Match Page #2

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What are you doing tomorrow?

Maybe we could do this again?

Uh, yeah.

Oh, no, I've gotta

work on a pitch, but,

call you as soon as I get free?

Maybe this weekend?

Yeah, maybe.

Okay.

All right.

Sleep well, good night.

Don't gamble with

your car insurance.

Still too long.

We're at a casino.

Blackjack table; We

take a look at our hand.

16, the dreaded.

Oh, Christ, lemme.

We're at a casino.

Blackjack table.

"Hey, what's up?"

"What are you doing?"

Trying to work is

what I'm doing.

We're at a casino,

blackjack table.

Jesus f***ing Christ.

Okay.

Mm-hmm, shut the f*** up.

We're at a ca...

jeez f***!

I'm gonna kill this

girl if she doesn't.

Well, hello.

I brought wine.

Oh, God.

- Hello?

- Finally!

Dude, are you in the

hospital or something?

Robby?

The hospital?

What are you.

Holy sh*t, holy f***ing sh*t!

Yeah, dude, you

missed the meeting, man.

F***!

God, what happened?

My alarm didn't go off.

Dude, I don't know, man.

You gotta remember

to set that sh*t.

Oh, f***, are they still there?

Do I have time to...

They're gone, dude, they left.

Oh, my God, what happened?

Look, everything's fine.

They left totally happy.

They had no idea

anything was wrong.

But how?

Look, we had

to use my pitch, man.

- We didn't have a choice.

- F***!

Why didn't you call me,

man, before the pitch?

I literally have

been calling you non-stop.

Why didn't you try again?

I tried, dude.

Well, just forget it.

How's Terri?

What do you think, man?

- She's pissed!

- F***!

All right, I'm coming in now.

Where the f*** are my shoes?

Is everything okay?

No, no, everything's not okay.

My alarm didn't go

off or something,

I missed my meeting,

and now I don't even know

if I have a job anymore.

F***.

I think.

I think I accidentally

shut it off.

- What?

- It woke me up,

and I sort of just hit the

button and fell asleep.

Why would you do that?

I don't know, reflex I guess.

I am so sorry.

Please don't be mad.

No, no, you know what?

It's fine, it's.

- You drive here?

- I took an Uber.

Harris, I'm really,

really sorry.

No, it's fine, I just, uh.

You know, I have to leave,

I don't have time

to drive you, so.

Of course, I'll get an Uber.

Okay, it's gonna be

here in six minutes.

Have you seen my shirt?

Uh, I can't wait that long.

Just leave me here.

I'll go as soon as

the Uber gets here.

Fine, just lock

up when you leave.

Toss my keys.

Harris, I feel really

shitty about this.

I am so sorry.

- Harris?

- Yeah?

Terri wants to see

you in her office.

Yeah.

You wanna explain what happened?

It was my alarm.

What about it?

I was up late last night

working on the pitch, and

I put my phone on silent

'cause it kept going off,

and when I went to bed

I guess I never turned

the volume back up, so.

When my alarm went off,

I just didn't hear it.

You are aware that they make

actual alarm clocks, right?

I know, it's a

terrible excuse, Terri,

but it's the truth.

You knew how

important today was.

I did.

I'm so sorry.

Do I still have a job?

Yeah, you still

have a job, barely.

But you're off Harry's.

Robby did the pitch,

Robby gets the job.

And I'm gonna need 500 words

on Waldo's Scented

Matches by Friday, got it?

Understood.

- No, I didn't respond.

- Why not?

'Cause she wants

me to lose my job.

What kind of a nut job

shuts off someone's alarm?

Didn't she say

it was an accident?

I don't know.

In my experience, girls who

change their hair all the time

aren't exactly

emotionally stable.

Then why did you see her again?

Dude, come on, serious?

Yeah, okay, look.

I just think that

this could be a sign.

Yeah, man, I'm not so interested

in signs right now,

I kinda just wanna chill out,

play some video games,

and go to bed.

All right, all right,

all right, fine, okay.

Look, I'll let you go,

but can I just give you

one little piece of advice?

One little piece of

advice before I go?

Lay it on me, oh great mystic.

Okay, look, I think

that this may be...

What?

Chuck?

Losing you, Chuck?

Hey.

Jesus, Riley.

Why are you still...

You didn't answer my texts.

Uh, yeah, no, I'm sorry.

I should've gotten back to you.

I was just trying to

tell you I was sorry

about this morning.

Yeah, sure, yeah, of course.

Just relax, okay?

There's no reason for

anyone to get hurt.

Hurt?

This?

Oh, my God, I'm cooking dinner.

I'm making chicken stir fry.

I felt so bad about today,

and I wanted to

make it up to you,

so I thought I'd

do something nice

and cook you dinner.

So you broke into my apartment?

No!

Actually, I never

really left except

for when I went

to go buy groceries.

But, you know.

You could've told me, Riley.

I tried, but you

didn't text me back.

Plus, I thought it would

be a nice surprise.

This was a bad idea, wasn't it?

Uh, no.

- You think I'm crazy.

- No, I don't.

Ill-advised maybe.

I just, I already ate, and I got

- a bunch of work to do.

- Consider me gone.

This was almost done anyway.

But it smells amazing.

So, tell you what,

I will have it for

lunch tomorrow.

Really?

So this wasn't like

deal-breaker stuff?

No!

Come on.

What's a little breaking and

entering between friends, huh?

Good.

'Cause I think I might

like you, Harris.

I think I might like you too.

Okay, let me get

out of your hair.

I'll just get my stuff,

and good luck with work.

Uh, I'll text you later?

Okay, bye.

I think I might like you.

To never talk to me again.

Hey, Shadow, is it

possible you got worse

since we last played?

I've been busy.

Let me guess, f***ing my mom?

No, f***ing your sister!

You have, like,

other insults, right?

Creative ones?

Suck my dick.

"Hi, baby, how are you?"

"What are you doing?"

Oh, there he goes.

Gotta be kidding me.

What's the matter?

Don't like getting

your ass kicked?

I wasn't talking

to you, ShadowMan.

Yeah, right.

Actually dealing with a girl!

Ever had a girlfriend before?

Yeah!

I'm not talking

about the body pillow

you sleep with at night,

I'm talking about a

real live human girl.

I don't have a body pillow.

You should get one.

It's gonna be a long

time before any girl

not stuffed with goose down

wants to sleep with you, so.

Wait, Shadow, you.

Oh, he quit?

Well.

Guess he had enough.

Hey.

I'm gonna go down to

the shooting stage

if you wanna roll.

Uh-huh, yeah, one sec.

Is that that girl again?

Fourth time today,

it's not even noon.

Maybe it's important.

Trust me, it's not.

- Uh, Harris?

- Yeah?

I've got a call for you.

Can you take a message?

Uh, well, it's your mom.

She said it's urgent.

My mom?

Should call my cell.

Dude, I'm right behind you.

- Mom?

- Harris.

- Mom, is that you?

- There's been an accident.

- Mom, you sound kinda...

- I peed my pants.

Who is?

- Riley?

- Got you!

- How'd you get this number?

- Online!

You weren't answering your cell.

So I just figured...

I wasn't answering my

cell 'cause I'm at work.

Look, I have to go,

they're shooting a spot,

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