Death of a Vegas Showgirl Page #3
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2016
- 87 min
- 18 Views
I'm hungry.
That's it?
Yeah, pretty much.
What about me?
Oh, you hungry, too?
No!
I can't believe
you're thinking about food!
'Cause I'm thinking
about you.
Oh, yeah?
About how much
I like you.
Oh, yeah?
Mm-hmm.
How much do you like me?
Come here, show me.
This much.
Yeah?
Show me.
I don't kiss and tell.
Ah, yeah, I think you do,
and I think you did
more than kiss.
So?
He's amazing,
and he makes me feel so good,
and he's so hot!
That helps,
and he's kind,
and he's so hot,
and he has a killer body,
and he's so freaking hot.
I know you told me not to...
not to go near him,
but I had to find out
for myself.
Is that him?
Maybe.
You're such
a liar.
I'm not lying.
I said maybe.
Okay, counselor.
I am happy for you, Deb.
He sounds amazing.
Just promise me
you'll take it slow, okay?
I don't want to see you
get hurt.
Deb?
Deb, are you listening to me?
Yeah, okay, okay.
Four, five, six, seven, eight.
Oh, baby
Yes! Spectacular.
Everything
that's going on in here
is making all of this
come together.
Thanks, Kev.
Give me one second.
I'm trying to be the man
in the magazines
God...
you should have seen
this kid who auditioned today.
He was incredible.
I've never seen moves
like that before.
Did you make
a move on him?
Hah, hah.
Scares me sometimes
how good some of these
younger dancers are.
Blu!
You must have some wild dancers
in your show.
Yeah, we're at the top
of the food chain.
Blu's amazing,
and he's so humble.
That's funny.
Um, we've got to go.
Yeah, sure.
I thought
we were going to see a movie?
Another time.
I'm exhausted,
but I'll see you
at rehearsal tomorrow.
Could you stop!
Bye!
Did you see him?
His eyes were all
over the waitress,
and me.
Well...
she's pretty hot.
You're okay.
Jon!
He walked out of here
like he was so important.
He's a player.
Deb's going to be
devastated.
It's her relationship.
Just butt out,
and guys are guys.
They look at girls
all the time.
They look at me all the time.
They're all over me.
It's constant.
Well, she's my best friend.
She won't be your best friend
if you ruin this for her.
I thought you were going
to go to my show.
You promised.
I'm sorry, babe.
I've been so busy.
Well, I've been
to yours... twice.
I know, I know.
I've got a lot
of stuff to do, though.
Yo, Mike!
You in for the video, man?
Time and place, buddy.
Let's do it.
My guy!
Hey, um,
when I get my record deal,
Deb's gonna help.
She's got, like,
a finance degree
and a law degree.
What are you
looking at?
Can you do my taxes?
Shut up, dude.
Shut up, dude.
Ah, babe, you can be
in the video, too.
Mm...
Okay, I guess so.
That doesn't sound
like you want to.
Like, smile, baby.
Stop! Don't do that.
I just don't want
to be a video girl.
Well, you'd rather go
do people's taxes?
That's not fair, Blu.
You know what I want.
I work really hard
for what I want.
Right,
and that's not to help me,
that's for sure.
Of course, I want to help you.
It doesn't seem like it.
Stop, don't be like that.
Like your friends.
They don't like me.
That's not true.
I like you, dude.
Thank you, brother.
I just want a girl
that supports me.
You know,
it's what every guy wants.
You're missing
the point.
This is going
to be huge.
I'll be on YouTube.
It'll go viral.
I'll get the scratch
to cut an album.
You know
it's going to happen,
and I want you in it.
Like, look how sexy you are!
Look at all of this!
Come on.
We look so good together.
I know we do.
Look at this face!
Okay, I'll do it.
Okay,
now you're just saying that.
No, I mean it.
I'll do it.
I'll be your fly girl.
That's my girl.
I know you love me.
Oh, hey, Deb.
It's me.
Um...
Just wondering what's up.
Okay, give me a text, 'kay?
Love you.
So just the facts.
No juicy details.
I never dated anyone.
Oh, liar.
I'm sure you dated
tons of girls.
Maybe a few...
Yeah.
And I was married.
What?
That's not dating.
That's serious stuff.
You were married?
It wasn't real, though.
Yeah, tell that
to your wife.
You don't understand.
We were young.
We had a couple of kids.
Whoa.
Oh, my God.
You're a dad?
Yeah.
Thank you
for telling me!
I'm private about my kids.
Listen,
I'm telling you now, okay?
Where are they?
With their mom.
It broke my heart to be away
from them, you know.
How often
do you see them?
When I can.
I live here cheap with Mike,
so I can send out
whatever money I got.
That must be so hard.
Yeah, yeah.
All I ever wanted
was to be a good dad
and a good husband.
Maybe you'll get a chance
to do it all over again.
I want to have kids,
and a house,
and a cute little yard
with a picket fence.
I want to have a dog.
Yeah?
I just don't have time
to take care of a house.
Well,
I'll take care of the house,
and you walk the dog.
All right. Deal.
- That I can handle.
- For real?
Yeah.
All right!
Pinkie swear.
Pinkie promise.
Hey!
I haven't seen you
in four days.
I'm still paying rent, right?
Look, I'm okay.
Don't worry.
Okay.
Hey, you want to grab a bite
after rehearsal?
Kids meal pancakes?
Yeah, I'm going
to meet...
Yes, let me guess, Blu?
Yes.
He's getting
in your head, Deb.
You don't like him.
I don't trust him.
Well, you barely know him,
and I trust him,
and you love me.
I do... but people talk.
Yeah.
Too much.
They should mind
their own business.
I just don't want you
to lose your focus, okay?
I don't want
to be the one...
Then don't be.
Well, this is your pattern.
Pattern?
I don't have a pattern.
I have never dated
anyone like Blu, okay?
You said so yourself
that you came here to dance.
Yeah.
You're so close to having
all your dreams come true,
and you're dancing
better than ever.
Yes, I am, baby.
Sweetie, this is
so frustrating,
because I know
how good this feels,
but I just don't want
to see you get hurt.
The sex is amazing.
Oh, God. Gross!
You
and your out-of-control libido.
Nasty girl.
I work hard,
which means
I'm allowed to play hard.
All in, or all out, remember?
Go on, get out of here.
Get out of here.
Have fun
on your own.
Coffee.
Your wish is my command.
All right, coffee it is.
Actually, no.
I changed my mind.
I need something
from the living room.
Okay, here we go.
Living room it is.
Living room
it is, my dear!
All right.
Uh, maybe...
the bedroom.
Ooh... I hope so.
Uh, no,
I have to take a shower.
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Talking my language.
Uh, no, actually,
I have to go to work, so...
Are you serious?
Yeah.
No, no, no...
come here, come here, come here.
Come here.
Come here.
I bet you've never dated
anyone like me, huh?
Tons of guys.
Oh yeah?
How'd that work out?
Not so good.
Not until now.
How do you know
this one will work out?
Because...
I'm in love with you.
Hell ya.
You're one lucky lady.
I'm taking
a shower by myself.
No, don't...
Goodbye!
High knees
on the flicks.
Extend the arms.
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