Thingy

(partygoer speaking indistinctly)

(partygoer speaking indistinctly)

- Hey. (laughs) - Hey.

And we out here, man.

This is my boy, gamer boy.

How you doing?

Hey, what's up? (laughs)

Nuts.

Exactly.

Everybody, Big Pete.

You know where the party's at?

Come through.

- I don't really do this, online dating.

Tart's a funny name.

Yeah, it is, isn't it?

- Cigarette burning (indistinct).

It's my mother's maiden name.

You married or something?

No.

Do you think you're a bad person?

In what sense?

- There are a couple obvious ones.

I wouldn't hurt anyone.

Thought you left.

- Give yourself a little more credit.

I think your tongue is blue.

May I?

- Where are you staying?

I'd like to play you a song.

Do you like Stravinski?

Sure.

This piece, "Rite of Spring,"

first time it was performed, it caused riots.

In it, a young girl dances herself to death

for the ritual of spring.

Intense.

Yeah, it's feverish.

Keeps me calm.

It's kind of psycho.

I thought you were into that.

I am.

Wait.

What? What is it?

- Do you understand what's happening right now?

Yeah.

In this moment. I'm good.

- No, no. Are you paying attention?

To what?

To the world?

- What are we even talking about?

- Before we continue, I need to know that you are aware.

Okay.

That there's shit out there.

I'm not trying to scare you, but we're not alone.

I got very close to something and it's not what you think.

It was more like poison.

As soon as I saw you, I knew you could take it.

Your dick?

Not everyone can.

Now you get to keep it.

Hey, I'm gonna go.

Thanks for the beer.

Are you okay?

No. You need to go.

You need to go, please.

- Do you want me to call somebody?

No.

Wait.

- Can you not be a sulky bitch tonight, please?

Leave me alone.

It's gonna be fun, dude.

Who knows? Maybe you'll finally get to

suck some dick or something.

- Oh my God. - What?

I don't wanna see him.

- What did we talk about, Frankie?

Hmm?

Okay.

He probably won't be there,

but, like, if he is, who gives a shit?

I hate him.

Fuck him. He sucks.

See.

- I feel like such a loser.

What?

No.

No.

Okay.

But seriously, like, are you good?

Like good, good?

No.

What? (exhales)

- I'm not gonna kill myself, okay?

Frankie.

We are going to a party. Remember?

It's gonna be a fun, slutty time.

My God, this is so dumb.

For someone who can't drive,

you can complain a lot.

Winnie.

Wait, where are we going?

Yo.

- I'm sorry (indistinct).

What's up, man?

What's up, man?

Hey.

- Fucking ragers in this house.

Fuck.

He's like literally the only person here.

It's literally not true.

This is stupid.

Chill, dude. We're here.

He came here with someone.

I know.

It's Darla, too.

I'm sorry.

I feel sick.

Stop, Frankie.

Look at me. Fuck him and fuck her.

That chick sucks.

Winnie, I want to go.

We came all the way out here.

Can you please at least just make it worth it?

- I just knew this was gonna happen.

- Just let me fuck Pete and then we'll go.

Okay.

Ugh.

There's no service.

- What, you need to like call someone all of a sudden?

- No, but I could hide with my phone.

Remember, no sulking.

Please.

Please.

Okay.

Hey, guys.

Hi.

Hi.

Yeah.

What do you wanna do if someone fucks with me?

Pull up, bitch.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Because that's gang.

For real.

On my sister. That's her.

My sister.

Thing one.

(laughs) And thing two.

So you did make it?

Yeah.

- How's the whole love addiction going?

You could have at least texted me back.

Yeah.

Girl, I called you.