Sweet/Vicious

Harris, I got something you need to see.

Previously on "Sweet/Vicious"...

Ophelia.

Sending texts as his dead brother feels kind of twisted.

Please remain inside...

I've been working on the article about the attacks.

- I know what it is. - The plan is simple.

Harris has a run-in with the vigilante while you're there.

You're not the vigilante.

I can't believe Nate showed up.

Too crowded down there. Let's hang back here.

I can't do this anymore.

- Jules, what the... - Shut up.

And then you raped me.

Nate.

There's something I need to tell you.

I just wanted you to tell me what was going on,

and at every single turn, you lied.

- Wait. Put your arms in it. - Okay. All right. Okay.

I wanted to wear it, like, cooler.

Put me down.

- Be careful, please. - Who wants a drink?

Me.

Hey, um, what happened with that blonde?

Oh, halfway through our conversation,

she asked me if I liked Zedd.

I just couldn't rebound.

Wait. Why can't she like Zedd? I like that Ariana Grande song.

No. Do not get him started on this.

- No. - Thank you, baby.

- Mm-hmm. - Ew, it's gross.

You guys are so cute, it makes me sick.

Come here, babe.

Oh, so are you guys ready for the party?

Do you need help setting up or...

Oh, no. We are more than ready, okay?

I even have an ice luge shaped like Party Steve's dong coming.

Aw. Didn't they make one small enough to replicate yours?

Don't even trip, okay? My dick is gorgeous.

You put a wig on it,

it would look just like Penelope Cruz.

Wait. Are you guys still doing "Hos and CEOs"?

You guys realize you're gonna be the hos, right?

- Yeah. - We're not coming to your party

dressed like some tired-ass slutty secretary.

It is 2015. #GirlBoss.

Preach it, sister.

Female empowerment makes me tingle in my nethers.

I've been so crazy with finals.

I need a night of debauchery.

Oh, well, the brothers

of Omega Theta are happy to oblige.

Hello.

Ugh, I am death incarnate.

Aw. Here you go.

Oh, is that a matzo ball?

From the deli... extra carrots.

Oh, bless you.

Have you told Nate you can't go to the party?

Yeah, he's bummed, but I know he gets it.

Hey, I was thinking we should just stay home.

- We can have a movie night. - No.

You guys have to go, okay?

It's gonna be amazing, and Nate will kill me

if I take all of you down as well.

Sorry.

- Are you sure? - Oh, my God, yes. Go.

Have an amazing time.

Okay, fine. I'll tell the girls.

And, hey, keep an eye on Nate.

Make sure he doesn't do too many shots of tequila.

Yeah, no one wants a repeat performance

of the Great Nate Griffin puking into his shoes.

- I love you. - Love you!

No! I texted you an hour ago to get up and get ready.

No. You know what? No smoothie for you.

You've been holed up here for a week.

I know you're hurting, but you can't live like this.

I'm not ready yet.

I like it here. I'm watching my stories.

You know what they say?

All stories and no play makes Jules a dumb asshole.

- Fine. Let's do a takedown. - Jules, come on.

You know that we have to lay low right now.

Then I'm... I'm fine here.

No, you're not... whatever.

Do you,

because today is Opharris day!

No, thank you.

You didn't even let me tell you what it is.

Does it involve leaving the apartment?

Yeah, but it's...

Okay. It is the anniversary of Harris' and my friendship.

We met three years ago this week.

He was the RA on my floor, and we both shared a vendetta

against my assigned roommate.

Her name was Malina.

She had several emotional-support gerbils.

- Truest of nightmares. - Wait.

- So this day involves Harris? - Mm-hmm.

The same person that thought that I was the vigilante?

It's fine now. Everything is okay.

And Harris feels really, really badly that he...

wrongly... but also kind of rightly... accused you.

Look...

It's cool if you don't identify me as your best friend yet,

but you sure as hell are mine,

so, um, let me do what best friends do

and make you feel better.

Tell me about Opharris day.

Yes.

Okay, so it starts off with pizza, obviously.

Then we play Edward 40 hands on campus.

Then we have a power-hour jam back here.

Then we end up at Gainers and...

I just realized that I planned an entire day

of drinking for someone who doesn't drink.

Great. Um, I can fix this.

No, it's... it's fine.

It sounds fun.

Oh, what's happening with him?

You guys were so cute at the art show.

Yeah, I don't... I don't want to be tied down.

- I come bearing 40s. - Hey.

Yeah.

How's she doing?

- Okay, um... - Hmm.

My article runs today.

Oh, whoa. Cool. That...

Yeah, that makes sense. So that... that kid, um...

Chase. Chase Park.

Yeah, him. They... they let him go.

- Yeah. - So your article says...

There's a vigilante on campus.

So dope. I can't wait for you to read it.

- Me either. - Oh, tape.

Hey, Mom, what's up?

No, I told you I haven't heard from Carter in weeks,

and I don't care what he's doing.

He bailed.

If you want to find him, you can drive up to Canada.

I'm done spending time on it.

Well, he can come back and take responsibility

for what he did, or he can rot up there.

I got to go. I'll call you soon.

Want a little Jack in your Coke?

Always.

Don't play him like that.

What? He's calling me on the phone.

Like, voice calling.

What are these for?

Just something for you to do when we take shots.

Hey, you know, I can be fun.

I used to drink.

- Yeah, sure. - I used to be very fun.

I got effed up all the time.

When was the last time you got "effed up"?

- Yes! - Whoo!

Yes. The party has arrived.

Ladies, ladies, over here,

beer pong and general buffoonery.

Smoking chamber in the back.

Dance floor upstairs in the living room.

Bar in the kitchen. Bar in the backyard.

Bar in my room.

You had me at "bar in the kitchen."

That's my girl!

- Shall we? - Yes.

- Nice. Went for CEO. - Duh.

Hey, Kennedy sends her love.

She's so upset that she can't be here.

- Oh, should we send her a pic? - Yeah, let's, um...

let's do, like, frowny faces, so she thinks

we're having a horrible time.

Hey, with Kennedy gone, I'm down a pong partner.

Are you down?

Yeah, let's see what you got, Griffin.

Oh!

How are you so good at this?

I want the gold one.

- You want this one? - Mm-hmm.

Right away.

Whoa.

Oh, yeah, you are faded as hell.

Are you sure you want this? You are a tiny, little lady.

Ew. Don't call me a tiny, little lady.

If Kennedy heard you, she would barf.

- Ch... - Cheers.

- Ow. - Ouch.

Hey, Mack?

Gabs?

Thomas. Last man standing.

I love it. Whoa.

Jules-y, you all right?

Yeah. I'm so awesome.

Um, do you know where the girls are?

I think they took off or went to dance or get more drinks.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's up? You okay?

Can I go, um, lay down in your bed?

Yeah, of course. Yeah.