The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Okay! My dear darling sister Lydia has insisted on throwing her birthday party tonight

and I’ll give her this: she doesn’t do things by halfsies. Her words.

Stains in all colors, a small fire out back

that was luckily put out before it burned anything more than a small shrub.

And someone keeps spiking volley balls at the garden gnomes.

What did a harmless garden gnome ever do to them? I ask you.

I needed a break, so I came in here to my sanctuary.

It’s okay, it’s my birthday!

My name is Lizzie Bennet, and this… not the bathroom!

I could call my parents, but… having them rush home

from uncle Phil’s will only result in a lot of yelling

and chances are Lydia will be passed out for it.

Better to wait until tomorrow so they can witness the carnage.

And Lydia will be sober. And hung over.

Besides, my baby sister only turns 21 once.

She should have some fun. Right?

Yes boys! Dance for the birthday girl!

Although her definition of fun differs from mine.

While I prefer peace and quiet and...

maybe a good book, Lydia needs to be surrounded by large crowds at all times.

There are so many people out there and I don't think I know any of them.

And I have lived in this town my entire life.

I think I need more friends.

Not the bathroom! - Oh my God, hide me!

Mary. I totally forgot you were here.

Internet, cousin Mary, cousin Mary, Internet!

- Yeah, we’ve met. - Of course.

I didn’t mean to hijack you into my videos the way Lydia does. - No, it's okay.

I’d rather be hijacked by you right now than her.

Don’t worry. Once we get some cake into her, she’ll crash.

Oddly for her, the sugar counteracts the alcohol and causes a blissful coma.

Blissful for the rest of us.

Okay, but you know how many people are out there?

I’m getting worried this thing’s getting out of control.

I’ve got 911 and an emergency clean-up crew on speed dial if necessary

and I can always impersonate my mother and scare off anyone who refuses to leave.

Have you lived up to your name yet and found a sensible young man to marry?

- That was scary, please stop. - I know.

At least, I already took care of the worst would-be party crasher.

Was that that Darcy guy you always talked about?