Tell Me Lies

Is it making me look too, like...

Like a person wearing a low-cut top,

but who's actually still a virgin?

Honestly, like, I'm just so ready to lose it.

What about that guy Tim?

It's Tim's if he wants it.

I wish I could fuck you all day.

Shit. I'm gonna be late for class.

Our little Bree-Bree is going to be a nude model.

For art class.

I'm not sleeping with anyone else.

- Neither am I. - Okay.

It wouldn't bother me if you did, though.

You have a really nice smile.

You have a boyfriend?

No, I don't.

I was going to go on the pill.

You don't have to worry.

You are the only person-

who I would use a condom with.

Everything's my fault. I can't stop thinking about it.

What the fuck was all of that about?

Drew was there the night Macy died.

This is my little brother we're talking about, alright.

You cannot tell anyone.

- Oh my god, you're adorable. - Oh my god.

I'm not trying to give mixed signals tonight.

- Yes. - Signal is very clear.

You're very much a sure thing.

Yeah. Tim is going to die when he sees you.

I still think you should just come with us.

It's a couples party.

So make Stephen come.

Mm-hmm.

Stephen hates frat parties, and he has his big interview tomorrow.

But you want to go, so he should just go with you.

You went on the pill so he could fuck you without a condom.

It's the least he can do.

We're going to hang at his. It's fine.

Okay.

- Wrigley! - Pippa!

- Hey, guys. - How long do we stay handcuffed?

Until we both finish a bottle.

Bree, who's your date?

- Tim. - That's nice.

I want a cigarette.

- Another one? - Yeah.

You look amazing.

Thank you.

How do we get this off?

- It's cool. I'll take them off later. - Okay.

Come on.

Fuck. - It's...

- Okay. - Just fuck it.

Okay.

Let me grab a condom.

Oh yes.

Come on. Yes.

- You okay? - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. - You sure?

Yes.

Whew.

What time's your train?

It's at noon.

But I have to run through-

some case studies before I go.

Explain to me how this internship is paid.

I thought the whole point of it being unpaid-

is to prove you really want it.

Uh, a lot of internships are paid.

Not everyone can afford the unpaid ones, you know.

- You're going to get it. - Uh-huh.

And after my India trip this summer, I can come visit you in the city.

I'm sure I'll be up against some partners' sons.

That's usually the deal with these things.

Well, I'm sure none of them have prepped as hard as you have.

And they'll just be-

- boring trust fund kids wearing pastel pants.

Unfortunately, boring trust fund kids with pastel pants,

they often do very well.

- Yeah? - In this country.

Well, you're going to be the smartest guy there.

You're so fucking sexy.

You're a liability.

Quit distracting me.

Get dressed. - Fine.

Who are you staying with in the city?

Um...

- Hey. - Hey.

Yo.

Evan hooked me up with his family's loft in Tribeca.

He's a hero.

I should get going.

Good luck.

- Call me after, okay. - Of course.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Bye, Lucy. - Bye.

- Seriously, dude. - Hmm.

You couldn't come up with a better lie?

We don't even have a place in the city.

You got houses everywhere else, right?

I can't tell her I'm staying at Diana's family spot. No way.

You know, sometimes I think you just lie for the fun of it.

What?

No, I just, I'm-I'm never going to get over the fact-

- that you're taking an introduction to drawing class.

What do you do in there? Draw fruit?

As a matter of fact, I drew a pineapple last week.

How was it? Was it good?

No, it was terrible.

I can't draw for shit.

It's an easy credit though, so...

Yeah.

You do the math,

- probably costing your parents at least five K.

I can't imagine what my mom would say if I told her-

- I was spending her money drawing fuckin' pineapples.

Well, you know, people go to college for different reasons.

I'm just trying to figure out what I want to do after graduation.

Junior year, though.

Isn't your dad, like, a genius or something?

What about your dad?

Oh.

I fucking love that. I love when you stoop to my level.

Alright, well, the pineapples are waiting, so...

Hey, for what it's worth,

you are my favorite multi-millionaire.

- You're obnoxious. - But I've got a nice smile.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Have a good interview. - Thank you, bro.

- Morning. - Morning.

What were you just daydreaming about?

Uh, nothing. I'm just really hung over.

- Gotcha. - Stephen left today, right?

Yeah. How did you know that?

Wrigley told me.

Did Wrigley say anything else about Stephen?

- What do you mean? - I don't know.

I'm just, I'm just trying to get some intel.

I swear he hasn't said anything.

Okay.

Hi.

- Hi! - Hi!

Um, you disappeared last night. What happened?

- Oh my god. - No!

Shh!

Okay. How was it?

It was...

...it was fine.

It was kind of funny.

- Oh. - I don't know how else to describe it-

but... I mean, I'm sure it gets better.

I'm, like, excited to do it again.

Oh, so you didn't come?

What? Nobody comes their first time.

I did.

Orgasms are really easy for me.

What? They are.

So, are you going to see him again?

Well, he said he'd text me.

Cute.

Am I becoming promiscuous?

I love this.

Tim's so much hotter than Drew too.

Aren't you kind of happy he ghosted you now?

Okay. Don't do that. Come on.

- Do what? - He's Wrigley's brother? It's mean.

It was a joke. And he was a dick to Bree.

Weeks ago.

We can get over it now.

Okay.

Sorry.

Alright.

- No. - Oh wow.

- Hey. - Hi.

Oh, hey, Bree.

How'd, uh, how'd your night end?

It was good. Thanks.

Good. Very good.

Tell Stephen he's a loser for leaving Halloween weekend.

Who the fuck does that?

I know, but it's a big internship, so...

That guy never slows down.

Personally, I blame Diana. She encouraged the mania.

What do you mean?

Uh, nothing, I'm just joking.

I, I'm so fucking hung over.

- Yeah. - You blame Diana for what?

I was... I was just saying that, you know, they're both like that.

They're both obsessed with work.