Death Rink

Okay, boys and girls.

That's gonna do it for us this evening.

We hope you had a fabulous time here at Roller King.

Come back and see us!

Roller King, this is Rachel.

Satan!

Fuck off!

Wendy the hoe.

Felicia the slut.

Hey, Cara. Ready?

Any problems tonight?

Just the usual.

No onions. Why is the soda so flat?

Why are your prices so high?

As if we have any control over it.

Some birthday though.

I didn't know it was your birthday.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'd have let you off the hook.

It's not the end of the world,

but how was your night?

Did he call again?

Uh-huh.

- I never get the chance to answer the phone.

How many times?

Three times.

- Oh my goodness. - What?

So, you get anything good tonight?

That's it?

That's it, genius.

Found it in the parking lot.

What about those two guys

you busted on the railing?

Oh!

Ah, where's the rest of it?

Flushed it down the toilet.

- No, no, no, no, no, no. I'll give you five bucks for it.

I'm not a dealer, man.

Get your own stuff, and don't bring it here.

Every time I come here, it's something different.

Last time it was bubble gum in my hair.

This time it's soda pop.

I'm never going to come back.

You guys gotta take better care of this place.

That dude looked like a fag.

So, are you going to go out with him?

I don't know.

Did you look him up?

I don't even know his last name.

- Worst case scenario, you call him and find out

just like we did back in my day.

Ladies, sorry to interrupt.

I flushed that weed down the toilet

and sent those two kids home.

They're both 15.

I told them, "Hey, don't come back."

You know, they're only 15.

That's fine.

This came off another guy.

He has also been sent home

and the cops should be coming by tomorrow to pick it up.

I'll be outside if you need me for anything.

- Great, another police report with my name on it.

Thanks, Mike.

So, is he cute?

I mean, yeah.

Then what's the problem?

Gotta take a shit.

Hey, French, you see this?

Yeah.

Toilet's kinda tripping.

Shit!

What?

There's no graffiti.

So?

What the hell am I supposed to read?

I'm all done, Rachel.

Okay, Alicia.

I'll see you on Tuesday.

Don't forget that we're going to start

the two sessions a day now that school's out.

Okay. That's fine.

- All right. Do you want Mike to walk you out?

No, Eddie's picking me up.

That's fine.

All right. Well, be safe.

All right, I will, bye.

Bye.

Yo, Mike, let me see that picture, man.

Hah, nice, dude!

That's like barn door red, bro.

Let me have it.

No.

Hey, did you really flush that weed?

I sure did.

In the men's room?

Where do you think?

Did you see that sign on the john?

- You mean the one that says, "Toilet's kinda tripping"?

Yes.

Fuck, he really did flush it.

Fuck, Mike. That's such a waste, man.

That sucks.

You got any cigarettes?

Get your own smokes, man.

- You know what? I'm going to do even better.

Fuck, he's so wasteful.

Mike, God damn it.

I'll show you better, dude.

What are you looking for?

You'll see.

What are you doing?

Can you just tell me what you're looking for?

- Tea bags, tea bags, I'm looking for tea bags.

You want iced tea?

- They're under the sink. We never use them.

Yeah!

Primo right here.

The dumpster is sealed,

the back door is locked,

and my report about the knife is in the ticket booth.

That's great. You can take off.

You've done enough for tonight.

You ready to leave?

- No, we still have a while here, but you can go home.

I mean, I know this is your second job.

Yes, ma'am, but I think I should stay.

No, it's okay, really.

Are you sure?

Yeah, don't worry.

I'll activate the alarms.

French and Daley are here.

All right.

I'll take one more lap around the building and then I'll go.

Sounds great.

Thanks again, Mike.

This, this is the good shit.

What's up, Rach?

What's up, boss?

What's going on here?

A little lesson for the day.

French, grab me a straw, buddy.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, are you really gonna smoke that?

Heh, I sure am.

Anybody got a light?

Oh, it's so, it's good.

It's good, man. Try it, try it.

Oh, but don't let it go out.

Don't let it go out, man.

Don't let it go out.

Heh, yeah.

Kind of strange.

I wanna try it.

- Oh, I haven't done that since middle school, shit!

Oh my God.

Yeah!

Gimme that. Gimme that.

Come on, Rachel!

Yeah?

Come on!

No.

Don't let it go out!

- It won't make you fail a drug test.

Promise!

- Wow, look at me, hanging out with a bunch of teenagers.

Smoking a tea bag.

I have reached an all new low.

Good stuff. Good stuff.

Good stuff. Who wants one?

Oh, you know, hit me up with me one.