Flower Page #5

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Come on.

All right.

All right, straighten your wrist

and point your thumb

at the center pin there.

Not bad.

That ball was

way too heavy for me.

Well, let's get you

a lighter ball then.

Here you go.

Now, you want

to roll the ball.

You don't throw the ball.

Okay?

So, I'm gonna

have to adjust you.

You need to...

You have to

square your hips, okay?

Ready?

Now you're gonna

take some steps here.

Now step forward,

while pulling your arm back.

Now, swing your arm forward,

lower your hips,

keep stepping forward.

Ready?

I got them!

Good.

-I did it.

-See, you did it right.

What do I win?

My part in the Gutter

Can I have a shirt?

Well, you win

a series of points

up there on the board.

-You don't win an object.

But you get... See...

There you go.

That's your score.

That's yours.

I thought this was

like Skee-ball for losers.

Why the f***

does anyone play this?

It's a good question.

Let's go play arcade games.

What do you think

is happening in there?

I don't know.

I'm hungry. Let's go eat steak.

What the f***?

Whoa! Oh, my God, we got him!

Okay, well, it was fun

hanging with you.

You're not gonna

drop me off at home.

Why would I do that?

Don't you know what happens

to 17 year old girls who walk

home alone at night in the rain?

If I get kidnapped

and trapped in some guy's

basement for 30 years,

-totally your fault.

-All right, okay.

-I'm serious.

-All right, all right, okay.

Okay.

-Yup.

Okay, here we go.

-Two...

-Okay, you go first,

you go first.

-Three.

Oh, my God.

Sh*t, where's my phone?

Got it.

Oh, my God.

Hurry up.

It's so cold!

F***.

Oh, my God.

F***!

Oh, man!

Like, what!

-Good lord.

-Oh, sh*t, it's f***ing...

-It'll warm up. It'll warm up.

Kala, can you

scrub the window?

I can't see sh*t.

Oh.

Are you okay?

You seem really tense.

No, I'm good.

Yeah, yeah.

Cool.

Oh, God.

-Yeah, a little.

It's kinda gross, but...

Oh, it's okay.

I don't need that.

It'll do the trick.

Here. Here!

What the f***!

Why's she doing that?

Do you see this?

She's like

totally into it.

She's making out with him.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey--

-Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I was-- That didn't--

I just freaked out.

I don't...

What are you doing?

-Giving you a blowj*b.

-Stop it!

-Whoa!

Here, I'll call you a cab

and get you out of here.

-I don't want--

-Just take all of this.

Oh, you really know how to

make a girl feel special.

I can find my own way home.

A**hole.

What was that all about?

Dude, what happened back there?

Like, you were about to close.

That was super weird.

I literally don't know

what that perv's deal was.

Everything was going

according to plan, and then

he just got weird with me.

You were making out like

you were on a date in his Saab.

I've never seen you

do anything like that before.

Probably 'cause

she's in love with him.

F*** you.

I am not.

He kissed me.

-You kept kissing him

after he kissed you.

-No, I stopped!

He freaked out.

He was being f***ing weird.

I agree.

Okay, so then,

what's the plan?

I want our money.

What if we break in

and tie him up?

Cool... Like dom him.

Like he's out little b*tch.

I like that a lot.

What if we slip

some drugs in his food

while he's not looking?

That's a good idea.

Drugs... Like what drugs?

Roofies?

That's a f***ing great idea.

-That is a horrible idea.

-We can roofie him.

knock his ass out, right.

So then, once he's out,

we all strip down, not you,

take some sexy pictures, and

then extort his ass for cash.

Like literally, like, yeah.

But, who do we know

has roofies?

All right.

Here you go,

just a little bit.

-Okay.

-Just a little.

-Just a little.

-Easy...

-That's not a little.

-Jesus!

Sorry.

-It's too much.

He's not gonna

drink the whole thing now.

-Okay.

-Go get him, my girl.

Wish me luck.

-Bye.

-Okay.

Surprise!

What are you doing here?

I'm not stalking you

or anything.

I just--

I came by

to say I'm sorry.

It got weird

the other night and, uh...

I didn't bring your sweatshirt.

Um, as you can probably tell,

I have major daddy issues.

Yeah, um...

You know what,

I feel like I'm actually

the one who should apologize.

I never should have put you

in that position.

-Well, that's...

-We're both sorry.

-So...

Let's start over, as friends.

Yeah, sure. Why not?

I got you a dope-ass mix.

Thought maybe I could

bring your music tastes

into the 2000s.

Fingers crossed.

Dope

You gonna let me in or...

-I...

I don't think that's

the greatest idea, Erica.

Come on.

One beer to bury the hatchet.

One beer, then I'll go. Promise.

All right.

Just one beer

and I gotta like...

Well, f***ing have half a beer.

-Half a beer.

-Half a beer, okay.

Where should--

Do you have a fridge

that I could...

-Yeah, right in the--

-Nice house.

Where's your bottle opener?

The drawer to the right

of the stove.

Found it!

Here you go.

Cheers.

If anyone asks, you did not

get that from me, okay?

Okay, Dad.

Okay, speaking of...

Do your parents

ever wonder where you are?

Not really, no.

My mom's busy with

her new boyfriend

and my dad's in jail.

How did he get there?

He got caught

being awesome in a casino.

He should be getting out

any day now, though.

You know,

my dad wasn't

really around either.

Seems like no one

stays together anymore.

I'll drink to that.

No?

[music continues

playing on stereo]

Who's that

Uh, that is my ex-wife, Brenda.

I propose a new toast.

"People sticking together."

What do you think?

Sure, I'll drink to that.

Okay, here we go.

Hm, beer's kinda skunky.

Yeah, it's the only beer

I could afford.

It's gonna taste like piss.

Where did you get this?

Ninety-nine cent store.

-I'm sorry.

You can't get beer

at the 99 cent store.

-I can and I did.

-Geez.

What, are you going

to Paris or some sh*t?

That was given to me

by the aforementioned Brenda.

Why the f***

would you keep it?

To remind me

how much I hate her.

Just kidding. Kind of.

Why'd you split up?

That is a... long story.

-We got nothing but time.

-No.

Complicated.

Man, come on, tell me.

You can't say it's complicated

and not tell me.

Uh...

Well, a few years ago,

I was teaching middle school

in Woodland Pines.

You were-- That's...

A teacher? Okay, I didn't know

that you were a teacher.

Yeah, I was also

girl's basketball coach.

Oh.

Regional champs,

three year running.

Go, Roadrunners!

So, what happened?

-Well, I got fired.

Some f***ing punk...

accused me of molesting him.

-Wow.

-Yeah.

You would be shocked

what a molestation accusation

does to a

perfectly fine marriage.

Did you do it?

No, I didn't do it.

Of course, not.

Kid was a pathological liar.

He never even got

his story straight.

It was like a desperate cry

for attention or something.

-That's messed up.

-Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

And the f***ing...

The judge threw

the whole case out.

I mean, he had no evidence.

But still, I lose my job,

I lose my wife.

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