Powder Room Page #2

- Does that get you drunk?

Yeah, it's what my sister drinks and

she's drunk, like, all the time.

Fine, okay. Um,

so let's just act cool.

Yeah. I'm cool.

Oh. You order the drinks

'cause you have ID.

- Oh, my God!

- What are you doing here?

Oh, my God! What are

you lot doing here?

- I thought you was with a friend?

- Yeah, yeah. Why are you here?

Bar guy said he'd get us

guest list if I pulled his pint.

He's a creep.

Oh, well, you're welcome

for the free drinks.

I didn't want this drink anyway.

Why didn't you get me the

Irish Cream like I asked for?

Because that sh*t curdles, man.

And you're not 60.

So? Sam, they wouldn't even

get me an Irish Cream.

That's not a bad thing.

Sweetheart, that bar guy is

potentially the love of my life.

I'm not going to walk up and

order an Irish f***ing Cream.

The potential love. These men

are not lovers, you know.

Well, what then?

Some guy we went to school with wanked

on your leg, that's not love, Chanel.

I'm not talking about

him specifically.

So how's it going?

- Saskia, what are you actually doing?

- Ey?

Greasy fringe.

I am gonna ruin these men tonight.

Physically and financially.

Why don't you hang out with us

for a change? You might have fun.

- All right, you probably won't have fun.

- I'm dying for a piss.

Just be nice to him, Chanel, 'cause

I only came out with, like, a fiver.

Why are you on a night

out with a fiver?

Because I usually get my

drinks bought for me.

Don't hate me because I'm pretty.

It's not because you're pretty.

It's because you are the epitome

of why women have such a bad name.

You single-handedly bring down the

entire average in expectation.

- But I get pissed for free.

- Uh.

And, to be fair, I did

get all these for free.

Guys, am I a normal colour?

You look like an FHM throwback.

Aw, thanks.

Sh*t. I'm shiny.

Why are we all standing about

taking pictures of ourselves?

Paige. Mirrors and photos are different.

I do my make-up according to photos.

What, this night is going

to last, like, five hours?

Facebook lasts forever.

Babe, we should come here more often.

This is riddled with hot sausage.

- This place is a dive.

- Put this on me.

Yeah. Anyway I'm not gonna sleep

with some randomer I meet in a club.

- There's your problem in a nutshell.

- What problem?

Well, it's been ages

since you last had sex.

I mean, you do realise

that people have changed

the way sex is done since

you were last involved.

You're done. I'm gonna have

to get back out there.

So, see yous in a bit, all right.

We'll come over and say, "Hi".

Really don't.

It's just that Michelle's

got this friend with her

and she's odd.

She's horrible,

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