Slaughter
Come on. You promised.
What?
I'm fine.
You know what?
Just screw him already, okay?
This is the best thing you've ever done.
It's a fresh start in a sick-ass city.
It's all good.
Come on, I'm serious.
This is a gutsy
thing you're doing here.
It just... I just wish I didn't feel
like I was running.
Hey.
Things are gonna be good now.
You have got to be kidding me.
What is that smell?
I think it was better with them closed.
So thanks for taking
the trip down with me.
Oh, hey, it's no problem.
I just wish I could stay longer
and help you... decorate.
No, you need to decorate.
Hey, do you know what?
Tonight, it's our night.
My treat. Stole my mom's credit card.
Oh, my God. Please
tell me you've still got your fake I.D.
- Hey, where you going?
- Hey, what the hell?
Hey, what'd I say?
Listen.
Look at me.
Hey, there's nothing going on here.
Let's go back to my place.
We can have a drink,
can sit back and relax.
Hey, you.
Why didn't you call me back?
You suck. You totally suck.
She sucks. She totally sucks.
Anyway, it's cool.
When you didn't call,
we went ahead without you.
But you should have called.
Sorry.
I was gonna, but I got,
like, sidetracked.
No biggie. Come on, come on.
Buy me a drink. Make it up to me.
Dang, that was pretty sick.
I wish I had some talent like that.
I always knew taking drama in high school
would come in handy.
Well, thanks.
Ass crack was being a real skank.
Is he your boyfriend?
Him? No, f*** no.
I just met him yesterday.
You girls need anything?
Two tequilas.
I'm Lola.
What's the first three digits
of your social security number?
Faith, and why?
Just what are they?
Okay, 371.
You were born in Carolina...
North, not South.
- How did you...
- Long story.
I have pretty weird interests.
I'm gonna need some I.D.
And I went and spent
Well, I gotta get, but...
I definitely owe you one, so...
If you ever wanna hang out
or reminisce about your
high school drama days,
give me a shout.
If they can make alcohol strong enough
to get you that wasted,
they sure as sh*t should have aspirin
strong enough to get you un-wasted.
God.
My ears are still ringing.
God, look, don't worry about him, okay?
The only one who knows
where you are is me.
It's over now. Come here.
You know, you're not running away.
You're starting over.
You're okay.
Yeah.
I'll call you, okay?
I know I f***ed up, baby,
but I'm sorry.
Don't know where you are.
I'll find you, so help me God...
I never would have
pegged you for a farm girl.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing! Just...
Well, the other night. The clothes.
The way you carried yourself.
I don't know.
That place just seemed to fit you.
Well, can't a little ol' girl-child
have herself a high ol'
time in the big city?
Beats slavin' on this ball and chain.
What are you talking about?
This place is great.
Human nature, Faith.
We all want what we don't have.
So where's the family?
I got a big brother and a little one.
No Mom. Old man's probably sleeping.
He keeps weird hours.
What about you?
Your folks sad you left the nest?
Hardly.
My Dad ran out when I was 2,
so I never really met him.
I got a mom somewhere
in Arizona, I think.
Dang. Sorry. I didn't...
No. It's all right.
My mom, she had a real gift
for hooking up with jerks.
I was pretty much ready
to get out of there.
After high school,
I went off with the first guy
who was nice to me
and had his own place.
Oh, yeah?
So what's he like?
Turns out the gift runs in the family.
What's that?
That's where them little piggies go
wee-wee-wee all the way home.
Ew, gross. Slaughterhouse?
Yep.
Come on. Last one back's a skank.
Thanks, Faith.
Either answer it
or change your damn number.
So. Last week.
What's-his-face in the club.
He ever try to call you?
He tried.
You turned him down, huh?
I mean, come on.
I'd spend more time around here.
Ouch. How'd you get that?
Oh, one of them saddles
hit me on the way down.
I'm such a klutz.
So anyways, I got my
sights on this new one.
He's so dang hot. He drives a Ferrari.
A real Ferrari.
Now, why do I sense you're a bad girl?
What? I'm just trying to
enjoy my misguided youth.
Besides, what's wrong
with playing the field?
Guys do it all the time.
At least I'm being honest with them.
I'm not looking to hook up.
I just want to have some fun.
- No harm, no foul, huh?
- Yesiree, ma'am.
I mean, come on, Faith. We're young.
This is the "time of our lives" time.
This place is sweet.
Yeah. My father did it all himself,
years ago.
I like it out here.
It's private. You know?
Better than that old
big farmhouse ever was.
Oh, uh, on the couch.
Oh, great. Thanks.
I just put an ad in the paper, too.
Gonna rent half this place
out for the summer.
You know, super-cheap rent
for some help with work
around the farm.
Clever girl.
Yeah. Nothing major.
Just muck some stalls
and that sort of stuff.
I mean, why should
I waste my whole dang summer
stuck in this stupid-ass farm,
when I could be out having some fun?
And enjoying that misguided youth?
Thanks.
For what?
For this. For today.
It's exactly what I needed.
Hello?
Hey, baby. Please don't hang up.
How'd you get this number?
Look, I'm coming to ya.
All we need is a second chance.
If you'd just see me!
If we could sit down and just talk...
Yay, voice mail!
He found me.
Jimmy. He found me.
He's got my home phone number.
Um, I don't know how
he could have got that, Cath.
Um, um, just call me back, okay? Bye.
Yes, hi. I'm calling about
the ad in the newspaper
for a roommate?
Faith? Is that you?
So is it still available?
Well, yeah. Sure. I guess.
Now, about helping
out around the farm,
what exactly does that mean?
This is gonna be tight.
It's gonna be like
having a big sister around.
You're sure this is okay with your dad
and everything, right?
I told my brothers. They'll tell him.
Lola...
Okay, look.
Just in case you haven't
already picked up on it,
my father and me,
we don't exactly get along.
As long as I do my share of the work,
he leaves me be, and he
lets me do my thing.
So it's cool.
Really.
Hey. You, me, tonight?
I finally said yes to Ferrari.
You can be my wing girl.
Oh, come on. He wants
to show me some culture.
The guy's, like, loaded,
and he ain't shy about spending it.
No harm, no foul. Right?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Heck, yeah.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Anyone ever tell you guys
you look like sisters?
We are.
I knew it. The same hair.
The same body.
I percepted as such.
So what else do you have in common?
I'll never tell.
More champagne.
So what do you think?
I mean, how old is he?
He said 30, but I think
he skimmed about five years off that.
Here's how it works.
He gets to show off his
teenage arm candy to his boys.
And we get to have
a good time on his dime.
It's symbiosis at its finest.
At the end of the night,
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