Donner Pass Page #2

And then we're 1683.

It's the second driveway

on your right past the gate.

What are you doing, Nicole?

Sexting with Derek?

Shut up, dickwad!

Wow! This is your cabin?

Holy sh*t!

Where's the butler?

I'm sorry.

Could you not do that? We just...

we need to not get into everything.

My parents don't know we're here.

Okay. Fine.

Yeah, I like this one.

You think?

Chicago?

New York. It's New York.

Okay, guys. History for a pie piece.

"Name the California oil scandal

that resulted

in the indictment

of the Secretary of the Interior. "

Teapot Dome.

How did you know that?

That's why he's my partner.

The boy's got a memory like firetrap.

Is this the only thing there is to drink?

I'm not going to make it

through this game sober.

My parents keep some liquor

downstairs.

They don't really drink much.

So... maybe we could

just have a little.

They probably wouldn't notice.

No complaints here.

What do you want?

Can I see what there is?

Yeah.

So what do you drink?

I love vodka.

Do you have any mixers?

Oh, my God!

What if it's his parents?

He'll be grounded for life.

He said they're in Europe.

Thomas!

What's going on?

Your neighbors?

We don't have neighbors.

We should lock the door.

Babe!

Oh, sh*t.

Can't believe you made it.

Come on, ass-hat!

Jesus Christ! Would you guys stop?

Motherf***er!

Tap out!

All right.

F***!

Tap out means stop, meathead.

Why did you bring them?

You said you were bored.

So I brought the party.

All right, I got to take a piss.

And it's f***ing dire.

And that's the only reason

I let you win, you b*tch.

Blow me.

- This okay?

- Hey, so...

Mighty Mike, how's it hanging, bro?

Hey, Kayley.

Mike.

Hey, Derek.

Brody, grab the beer.

What the hell?

Look, I didn't

invite those guys. Just Derek.

Thomas said no one else.

He's my boyfriend.

This is not what we talked about.

I told you even four people was too much.

It's okay, Thomas. I'll handle it.

Hey, everybody.

Look, I know you had a long

drive, but... I'm sorry.

You can't stay here.

Thomas said we could only have

the four of us up here.

I guess Nicole forgot that or something.

I'm sorry.

Too late. The road's closed.

Dude! I got piss all over me!

AJ, I swear to God!

It's just water, baby.

Never know with you.

Brody.

What's up?

Kayley wants us to f*** off.

What?

Thomas can only have

the four of us up here.

I'm really sorry.

But you guys have to leave.

Mike, buddy,

what's up with this?

Thought we were bros.

Well, if the road's closed...

You want us to die out there

in the cold, Kayley?

It's not that. I like you guys.

You know that.

It's just we made a promise.

- To who?

- Thomas.

Who the f*** is Thomas?

This... This is Thomas.

Thomas...

AJ, Valerie, Brody, Derek.

This is Thomas' place.

I mean, it's his parents' place.

Sweet place, dude.

You, uh, mind if we crash.

What about you, Mike?

You telling us to f*** off too?

That'd hurt my feelings.

I mean, where else are they going to go?

Well, all right.

Thanks, Mike. Thanks, Tom.

Val, you get your fat ass downstairs.

- F*** you!

- Exactly.

So what's the deal tonight?

Dude, the payroll.

Just like I said about Nicole.

After this,

these guys will be your friends.

And you want that.

Just roll with it.

This could be the best thing

that ever happened to us.

I mean, to you.

Okay? Just take it easy.

Anything goes wrong,

I'll take care of it.

What's up, man? Nice sweater.

What, did you steal that

from my grandpa?

This is my room.

Dude, chill. One dude doesn't

need a bed this big, okay?

The two of us though...

we'll use it.

You know what I mean?

Be careful with the drinks, all right.

My parents don't know we're here.

Oh, sh*t! Watch the beer, b*tch!

Didn't you hear the man?

You ducked, p*ssy. Drink.

No way. That was interference.

She came out.

- Drink, b*tch!

- Let's ask the judge.

Mike, your call.

You're the judge?

Snowball was unobstructed.

Throw counts.

F*** you. I can out drink

all you b*tches anyway.

Derek, you're up man.

Let's see how you do.

What was I saying? Yeah.

The dude that killed that chick,

f***ing rail on him.

Even kill him.

Who's going to say sh*t?

F*** yeah. Beat his ass.

Then turn him over to the cops.

Who are they talking about?

The wanted guy from the flyer.

Epstein. Whatever his name was.

F*** yeah. Cave his teeth in.

Use this.

Throw it.

Sure, hold on.

Ready?

F***ing serious.

Throw it, hard as you can.

Dude, do it. Nail him.

AJ, shut up!

What if I hit you?

Then I'm going to walk over there

and beat the living sh*t out of you.

Come on, you p*ssy. You scared?

Guys...

Dude, do it. Knock him out cold.

You better hope it does.

Brody, you could f***ing take him.

No. Brody's big,

but he's a f***ing coward.

Aren't you?

Guys, seriously.

Do it!

That wasn't even f***ing close, man!

The master plan.

Easy tiger. Drink up.

Who's next? Mikey. You're up.

My God! Mike, don't.

F*** it, why not?

AJ, this guy's a rookie.

F*** yeah. It'd be my pleasure.

All I have to do is not duck.

No movement of any kind.

Mike, AJ's a pitcher. He's going...

He's drunk.

Nothing to worry about there.

Bottom of the 9th.

Bases loaded, full count.

Pitcher looks.

Likes the sign.

Wind up.

Pitch.

That is the f***ing game!

F***! That hurt.

- AJ...

- Did you see that?

That sh*t was f***ing epic.

AJ, drink.

What? No, f*** you. He flinched.

No, he did not flinch.

Drink. Nice, dude. That's balls.

No, no, no. Wait. No, no, no.

F*** that.

I hit him right between

his f***ing eyes.

I know. But he's not

a p*ssy like you. So drink.

F*** you!

Did you see that?

Hit the f***ing tree

from 40 yards, b*tch.

What was that?

Excuse me.

Would you mind not doing that?

When the snow melts, there's going to be

broken glass everywhere.

Maybe you guys should come inside.

Thomas. Thomas, all right,

you got to understand

something, man.

There's two things I really like...

drinking...

and f***ing people up.

And we're almost out of beer.

No, sh*t.

Brody, do you think you can make

a run to that 7-Eleven for a refill?

Dude.

- Not a problem.

- Thanks.

Guys, Thomas is right.

Maybe we should call it a night.

Look, we'll clean up the bottles. Cool?

Go inside. Relax.

You guys are being a**holes.

I'm going to bed.

Are you coming?

Brother's chilling.

Just opened a fresh beer.

Yeah. I'll be up in a little bit.

Right. I'll see you in the morning.

Thomas?

Can I come in?

Hey.

So I just wanted to say sorry

about downstairs.

And I know this wasn't the way

that the weekend was supposed to go.

So I'm sorry.

That's okay.

It's just...

your friends.

Listen, Thomas,

Woodside messes with you.

I don't know if it's all

high schools or what.

But it's like everyone has an agenda.

And it's okay if you don't have one.

But if you can't deal with the fact

that everyone else does,

then... it...

It gets really lonely.

Yeah.

Well, anyways,

maybe we can still get

to the mountain tomorrow,

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