London Page #4

A friend of a friend.

What friend?

l don't know, Mallory.|What's with the 20 Questions? F***.

Just asking. So, what,|are you leaving or something?

l'm just gonna grab us a drink|and then...

...l'm coming back.|Do you want one?

Sure, l'll have another one.

-l'll see you in a minute.|-Good.

l'll see you in a minute, Syd.

Damn, kid.

So how do you know that guy?

He got this blow. He's not|a dealer, he just knew the guy.

-Oh, yeah?|-Yeah. Good guy, right?

-Yeah.|-Hey, you don't know if London's here.

Yeah, she got here like a minute ago.

What'd she say?|Does she know l'm here?

No. She didn't say anything.

l can't believe she's leaving tomorrow.|That's just so f***ed up to me.

Well, instead of staying here all night,|why don't you go out and talk to her.

-l'm sure she'd love to talk to you.|-l doubt that.

Why wouldn't she wanna talk to you?|You guys in a fight?

A fight? Mallory, she hasn't|called me in two months.

l wasn't invited tonight.|Don't you think it's odd...

...she wouldn't tell me she's moving|across the f***ing country?

-She didn't call you?|-No.

-That's f***ed up.|-Didn't even leave a message.

-l know that girl better than anybody.|-When's the last time you talked?

-l don't know, two months.|-Really?

-l'm sure she was gonna call you.|-When? l just checked my messages.

-ls she gonna call me from LAX?|-Dude, l don't f***ing know. Man.

F***ed up!

Hey, Syd, can l ask you|something personal?

What?

Well....

lt's probably-- l don't know if it's true,|that's obviously why l'm asking...

...and since we're cool and all,|l just figured-- l'm kind of concerned.

But l-- Anyway, l kind of heard that--

-What? Something about London?|-l heard-- lt's probably bullshit.

-But l heard you--|-What, Mallory? Spit it out. F***.

Dude, l kind of heard that|you tried to kill yourself.

-What? Who told you that? London?|-No, it wasn't London.

-Who told you that? Who?|-Dude, l don't know.

l don't even remember.

London's the only person|that knew about that.

So any way you heard it,|it's pretty f***ed up.

-So, what? lt's not true?|-No, it's not f***ing true.

Dude, l don't get it.|What the f*** happened then?

You tell me what you heard happened,|then l'll tell you what really happened.

Just after this bump. Hold up.

All right. Okay.

l heard that, like, you guys had a fight|or something, and you broke out...

...she drove to your place,|found you unconscious...

...next to some sleeping pills, and you|had to get your stomach pumped.

Okay, now do you wanna know|what really happened?

Yeah. l mean, that's why l asked.

-You know my dog, Toker?|-Yeah.

-Yes, well, he's epileptic.|-Okay.

-So the vet prescribed phenobarbital.|-Pheno--? What the f*** is that?

They're barbiturates.|They're downers, for his fits.

Wait a minute. Your dog has epilepsy|and got prescribed--?

Let me finish. Anyway...

...it was our two-year anniversary|and she thought l'd forget.

-So--|-Syd, you always forget. Always.

Oh, f***.

-l feel like such a b*tch.|-Well, you are a b*tch.

Open it.

-Open it.|-Okay.

Oh, my God.

This is so gorgeous. How did|you know l wanted this dress?

l saw you drooling all over it|last time we were at Valentino.

l love it!

Oh, it's so beautiful.

Thank you so much, baby.

There's more.

-What is that?|-lt's a basketball.

What--? Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Hi, little guy. Hi, little guy.

Oh, baby.

-l love you so much.|-l love you.

Look at him.|l can't believe you did this. l--

Thank you. Okay. Okay.

Hello?

Hey. Can l just call you back?

No, l'm just|in the middle of something.

All right, bye.

-Who was that?|-lt was Mallory.

Look at his paws.

-What? What is it? What's wrong?|-l heard a guy's voice on the phone.

What? Are you f***ing crazy?|That was Mallory.

You swear to God?

Yes, l swear to God.

lf you don't f***ing believe me,|go ahead and call her.

Syd. Are you really gonna|f***ing call her?

Yeah, is Mallory there?

This is London's boyfriend.|Who the f*** is this?

London, what the f*** is this?|Who was that? Why did you lie?

-Let me just explain.|-You better f***ing explain.

What? Why did you lie?|Are you cheating on me?

No, no. Listen.

l was really f***ed up.|l was out with the girls.

-F***ing perfect.|-Are you gonna let me explain?

Yes, yes, you better|f***ing explain, London.

Okay, the clubs were closing, we went|back to Becca's boyfriend's loft.

l f***ing passed out.|l wake up the next morning...

...and the guy-- There was someone|lying in bed next to me.

Then he didn't try anything?

You're f***ed up in his bed,|he didn't try anything.

l find that hard to believe.|And don't f***ing lie to me.

lf you f***ing lie to me,|l'm walking out the f***ing door.

He tried to kiss me. But there was|nothing because l pushed him away.

-lt was not a big deal--|-Define ''tried.''

l wanna know|every single f***ing detail.

Were you on or under the covers?|Was his hand on your tit?

No, Syd. He tries to kiss me|and l pushed him away.

-You pushed him away?|-Yes. l walked outside.

Mallory called me a cab,|and l went home.

lf you went home,|why is he calling you?

-How does he have your number?|-l don't know.

Maybe Becca's boyfriend|gave him the number.

But l definitely didn't give it to him.

Nothing happened. l swear to God.|Don't you f***ing believe me? Please.

l don't know what to believe.

You swore that was|Mallory on the phone...

...and it wasn't.|So, what the f***?

We've dated for two years. l believed|everything you said until now.

Now l don't know|what the f*** to believe.

lt's like your words are meaningless.

l just don't trust you anymore,|London.

l made a mistake.|l made a f***ing huge mistake.

-l'm sorry.|-lf it was one f***ing mistake...

...why did you say|you were gonna call back?

Why would you tell a guy|who you don't know...

...whose number you don't have,|you're gonna call him back?

What the f*** is that?

So l took a couple|of Toker's phenobarbital.

Wait, you took|your dog's medication?

Phenobarbital is phenobarbital.|lt doesn't matter if it was for my dog.

People have been taking it|recreationally for years.

Smoke that.

So wait a minute,|what does it do to you?

They make you feel good.|They're like downers.

-Okay.|-Anyway...

...l was pretty drunk|and l took like five or six of them.

-Five or six doggy downers?|-Toker's 50 pounds, he takes two.

-l'm 1 70, five or six seems pretty good.|-Sh*t.

The problem is that if you're drunk,|you can fall into a coma...

-...if you're not careful.|-You went into a coma?

-What's wrong with you?|-No, l didn't go into a f***ing coma.

London came back|to apologize or whatever.

Syd? Syd!

Syd! Somebody, please, help!

lt's so f***ed up. The fact she's telling|people that makes me so furious.

l would never do that to anyone.|lt's just f***ing rude.

-They never pumped your stomach?|-No, l went to the hospital.

l took a few coherency tests.|That's it. That's all.

Do you see how reality gets twisted|when little f***ing girls gossip?

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