My Sassy Girl Page #2

in the subway!

- I said talk to her,

not knock her unconscious.

Just-- here.

Head first. Head first.

- OK.

- Watch her head.

- Just give ma second.

- Come on!

- OK, OK.

- Oh, there you are.

- OK, she likes me.

Oh, she smells

like tequila.

- Let's keep her alive.

- OK!

- This is a very limp girl.

- Oh boy!

Oh boy!

- Well, we're in trouble.

- Purse.

- So you brought her home?

- I couldn't very well leave

her on a subway bench, right?

- Which makes this,

technically, kidnapping.

- Eventually, she will wake up,

she will take the walk

of shame out of here

and that'll be that.

- So, did you

talk to her?

- Not really.

- What's she like?

Is she nice?

- I'm not sure, but...

I don't think so.

- Security.

Open the door!

- We aren't even in real jail.

We're in university jail.

- I know.

This is so humiliating!

- Hey, Bellow!

Oh, I'm gonna be watching you!

You're on my radar!

- OK, um, I--I understand

and I thank you f-for

following due process on this--

- Go, Charlie!

- I respect what

you're doing. Thank you!

- Watch it, Bellow!

- Hello.

- Who are you?

- Uh, who are you?

- Who are you?

- Who are you?

- I'm the girl you abducted

this afternoon.

- Oh! Um, how did you

get this number?

- Oh, security was only

too happy.

I have all your information!

- Why are you

asking me who I am?

- I'm not asking who you are.

I'm asking

who you think you are.

- You know what?

I don't have time--

- Meet me at the Spike Gallery,

6th and 4th.

- Um, no.

- Why not?

- Because the

Tiller King representative

is coming to campus this week.

- Yeah, be there at 7:13.

- Definitely not nice.

- Charles Bellow.

- Charlie.

- Hmm.

I'll take a red.

- Ah!

- Red for the lady.

And for you, sir?

- Um, I--

I think the--

I think the white.

So red, yeah.

- OK then.

- So what happened?

- Well, you, uh--

- I can't hear you.

- You were completely drunk.

You almost fell

on the subway track.

I pulled you back

at the last instant.

You called me darling,

then you passed out.

I assumed responsibility.

I carried you back to my place

and somebody called security

on us-- on me-- on-- for you.

- I called you darling?

- Yeah.

- I think I remember that.

But I seriously

doubt the rest of it.

Jordan Roark.

- Rork.

- Roark.

R-O-A-R-K, Roark.

- OK.

- What are you studying?

- Uh, business.

- Are you smart?

- Uh, maybe a little.

I don't know.

- Well, most smart

people are smart enough

not to have

to study business.

Thank you...

for not leaving me on

the subway bench, Charles.

- You're welcome.

Um, and it's--

it's Charlie, please.

Uh, am I allowed to ask you

why you were dead drunk in

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