Twelve Page #6

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It's her birthday.

She shouldn't smoke it

if she's not brave enough to buy it.

Yeah, I guess. You know girls.

Yeah.

Do you have a girlfriend?

Not really, no. She's, um-

Well, she's too good for the life I lead,

you know?

Well, listen, um-

Good luck with the girl and everything.

- Yeah. Thanks for the weed.

- Hey, anytime.

Good luck to you too, man,

you know, with dealing or Whatever.

I hope it works out for you.

Yeah. Thanks.

As Andrew walked away, he thought...

"That must be the wackest drug dealer ever."

Hey. What do you got for me?

Medicine Man. Can you hook me up with

a couple ounces for the bounces, quick?

Okay, listen, I have a 4.00

at 71 st and Lexington.

That pizza place, you know?

If you can be there in five minutes.

Oh, dude, I'm so there. F***in' Medicine Man.

- F***.

Yol Medicine Man.

Hey, Where are you?

I said fi- I said five minutes.

- I'm across the street, dude.

- Okay, Well, I'm here. Bye.

Man.

- Yo, Medicine Man.

- Hey.

- I'm sorry. I ran into this babe.

- Don't worry about it.

- So What's up? How are you?

- Here. Good.

- Are you listening to me?

- Yeah.

There's undercovers in the area.

We gotta get the f*** out of here

as fast as we can.

- I will catch you at Sara's party tonight.

- Will do.

- See you later?

- Okay.

- All right.

- Bye.

Hey!

Hey! What's going on?

- How are you?

- I'm good. How you been?

I've been really, really good.

It's been a long time, Michael.

Yeah, I know. I've just been-

A lot of late nights, you know?

It's good though.

You look tired.

Has your dad been working you hard?

I've just been working till 3:00 in the morning

every night hosting for my dad.

But other than that, yeah, it's a good gig.

- Good.

- The restaurant host. How you doing?

I'm good.

I think I need to induct someone

into the Hypocrites' Club.

Uh-oh. Who's that?

Me.

It's not that easy to make the cut, Molly.

- You know that.

- Oh, I don't know about that.

I just let some pretty boy

try and put the moves on me.

Oh, so What?

So What about the fact that guys like him

stand for everything we despise...

and I totally let him flatter me?

- I did. And get this-

- Hmm. Hmm.

Not only is he a model,

he made sure to give me his card.

But he told me exactly What pages

of What magazines all of his pictures are on.

- And he had blue toenail polish.

- Oh, that's painful.

- Cool. Thanks.

- Thank you.

- I ordered us hot chocolates.

- Thank you.

So, What do you think?

Do I make it into this dreaded club or What?

Well, let's see.

He's obviously pretty good-looking,

and girls are attracted to beauty.

But no, you're repelled by superficiality...

so it's complexity, not hypocrisy.

You don't get in.

Why are you the only one that gets me?

And Why can I never figure you out, Michael?

I don't know.

Uh- Well, Blue Toes

invited me to a party tonight.

What party?

Sara something

and I guess a guy named Chris.

- I don't know them.

- Yeah? Let me see.

Well, um, are you gonna go?

I was, uh- I was thinking maybe

I could come by the restaurant tonight.

I haven't been by in forever, and it'd be nice

to do something When you get off.

It just gets really busy on Saturday nights.

Or you could. I mean-

It's just busy.

- Yeah, yeah.

- I mean, maybe some other time.

Yeah, I understand.

So-

Well, um, I guess I'm gonna

go to this party then.

- You are?

- Yeah.

Yeah? Okay.

Um-

Okay. Well, uh-

Listen, I gotta go.

My dad's, um- he's waiting on me.

- And, um-

- All right.

- I gotta get to work, so-

- Okay.

But listen, it was really nice to see you.

Um, here.

- No, I got it. I already paid.

- What?

Don't worry about it.

Thanks.

All right.

Well, have fun at the party...

With Tobias the tool bag.

Is that a hint of jealousy

I'm hearing in your voice, Michael?

- No, it's not jealousy.

- No?

Come on. We're friends, right?

Yeah.

Bye.

- Take care of yourself, okay?

- You too.

White Mike loves rooftops.

He would love to jump from rooftop to rooftop.

He knows he never will.

It's Saturday night,

and the city is bright and loud...

but he is alone.

Chris checks his long-unused condoms...

in case he finally gets laid tonight,

pops his cherry...

fucks her brains out, fucks her raw...

fucks her hard, fucks her from behind,

fucks her gratuitously...

taps that ass, gets with her,

gets some, gets in, gets it on...

pokes her, bangs her, boinks her, scores...

does the hippity-dippity.

Hmm. He thought, "I'm gonna get laid.

I'll never need porn again.

From now on,

I can get Sara Ludlow to whack it. "

- - Andrew masturbates in the shower...

because he doesn't want to seem too horny

if he hooks up with Sarq.

Andrew decides he looks bad.

He is doomed.

I'm not a tank-top girl!

Molly decides this would be

a good night to get drunk.

Jessica thought, "Strong eyes...

stronger than all your friends...

strong enough to get dressed...

strong enough to get whatever you want...

strong enough to do whatever it takes.

Strongest. "

Lionel, it's Jessica.

And Claude didn't give a sh*t

what anyone thought.

# Bang, bump-bump #

- Thank you so much.

- # Bump-bump, bump-bump, bump #

# Bump-bump, bump-bump, bump #

# Bump-bump, bump #

# Bump, bump #

Hi. How are you?

Hey. How are you?

So, I was thinking that maybe

We should get some Twelve later.

I would get it, but I don't have any cash.

I don't have sh*t on me. I'm so sorry.

We'll talk about it.

- I don't even-

- Hi!

- # And you believe me Yeah, b*tch, believe me #

Chris! We need more champagne!

- Okay.

- Tobias invited me.

Claude could feel the house filling up.

He doesn't know if he likes it.

- Yo, Whitey!

- What the hell are you guys doing here?

- We hanging with the White Dog!

- No, you're not.

We're trying to score some chronic, man.

Can you hook us up?

- We need the hookup.

- Holler, baller!

For the last time, you guys aren't

getting any weed, okay? Ever!

I'm sorry.

Goddamn it!

Now we're never gonna get blizzy.

Yo, f*** this sh*t.

Let's go to Chris's party, man.

We can probably score some sh*t there.

You know Who else is gonna be there?

Ludlow!

- Dad?

- Michael?

- Hey.

- Um, hey, listen. Where are you?

What are you doing right now?

Can you come

to the restaurant right away?

Why? What's wrong?

I really think it's better

if I tell you when you get here.

No, Dad, just tell me now. I can take it.

L- I think it's best if I tell you in person.

No, Dad. What is it?

Just tell me right now, please.

Charlie's dead.

He was murdered two nights ago in Harlem...

but they could not identify him right away.

The police just called Uncle Dave.

I am so, so sorry.

# You're gonna drive me crazy #

- # You're gonna drive me wild #

- Sorry.

# You got an angel on your shoulder #

- # Makin'hairpins out of glass #

- # I believe in believing the things that we don't see #

- This is like the best party... ever!

- Ever!

Party people, I have returned!

# You're gonna drive me crazy #

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