Beach Rats Page #3

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Good thing it's not permanent.

- Come on.

- Where we headed?

Oh, a couple blocks from here.

Oh, I thought we were going into the city.

Why would we go all the way into the city

when there are plenty

of good places around here?

- Okay.

- Come on.

Hey.

- I let you win.

- [LAUGHS] Shut up.

That's true. I didn't want to be rude.

- Oh, really?

- Wipe the floor with you.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Do you think that girl over there is hot?

WOMAN:
She's fine.

Why, you wanna f*** her?

Me? No. No.

Have you ever made out with a girl before?

Why are you asking?

FRANKIE:
Have you?

Sure, lots of times. What's the big deal?

- No, I'm cool with it.

- There's no "it,"

it's just hot when two girls make out.

I'm not arguing.

Okay.

You think it's hot when two guys make out?

No, it's not hot, it's just gay.

What do you mean?

Two girls can make out and it's hot,

but when two guys make out, it's gay.

- You wanna check your email?

- No.

Then why you looking at my computer?

I'm not the kind of girl that's

gonna look through your stuff.

Hold on, I'm gonna pee.

Uh, this is Simone.

Mom, look.

It's nice to meet you.

Uh, can I get you some coffee?

SIMONE:
Yeah, thanks.

How old were you when you got that done?

I did it myself when I was 15.

Mom, look at it.

I see. Don't be rude.

- Can I get one?

- No.

But it got infected.

- GIRL:
Please?

- FRANKIE:
No.

So, uh, where did you two meet?

[CHUCKLES]

On the boardwalk under the fireworks.

Romantic.

I guess you could say there were sparks.

[CHUCKLES]

WOMAN:

Joe and I met there for the first time.

- SIMONE:
Really?

- Actually I saw him

on the subway going out there,

but he tracked me down, and he asked me out.

SIMONE:
Aw. You take after your old man.

- Bye.

- Bye.

I like this. A lot.

Yeah, me too.

Don't f*** it up.

That would've won a comp, bro.

- MAN:
Yo.

- Yo.

- Where you going?

- I got plans.

- He's whipped.

- Maybe. See you later.

Yo, hold up, we're coming with you, man.

- ALEXEI:
Yeah, for real.

- Nah, f*** off.

Yo, f*** off.

[BOTH MUMBLING]

[LIGHTER CLICKING]

[KNOCKING]

Hey.

Hey.

You wanna take a walk on the beach?

Are you a cop?

No.

You have to tell me if you're a cop.

It's the law.

That's not the law.

Prove to me you're not a cop.

Get in.

[MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO]

[BLINKER CLICKING]

MAN:
You smoke?

Yeah.

[LIGHTER CLICKS]

[CHUCKLES]

Let me see your hand.

Why?

I can tell a lot by looking at your hand.

Like what?

You already know the size of my dick.

You read palms?

[CHUCKLES]

I can tell if you're really gay

by looking at your hand.

I have a girlfriend.

Then let me see your hand.

Are you afraid to find out?

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