Recovery Page #3

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do anything, anything...

Unless I let you, okay?

I am not arguing.

But, um, hold on one second.

What is this Logan guy's

last name?

How do you even know his na--?

Barlow, why?

Because, I want to check arrest

records...

And make sure you're not

boning a criminal.

Oh, please, come on.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Okay, okay.

Okay, you can have it.

You know, that's what

brothers are for.

Okay.

I will see you girls out front.

Can't wait. Later, ladies.

Shall we?

How are you supposed to get some

with him hanging around?

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Excuse me?

Look, if things go rotten,

it's much easier...

If both siblings are

on the chopping block.

The punishment would be like

a lot less harsh, I'm hoping.

Okay.

So, where'd you guys meet

anyway?

Butt end of a...

Blonde joke.

Yes!

Hey, do you have a photo of the

guy she's been texting?

I do not, but for you,

i can find anything.

Thanks.

What?

You know,

it's the 21st century.

Oh god, Jess, please tell me you

did not meet him...

On a "hot or not" page.

I didn't! I didn't.

Oh, he is cute. Yay!

You seem so surprised?

Well, yeah, because I just dm-ed

him this photo of you.

When did you take that?

That is not okay.

You could've picked any number

of skank snaps from her iPhone.

Skank snaps? Do you say that?

You said you didn't look at my

photos, you little pervert!

It was an accident!

And I regret it terribly.

Jessie, you're a budding nympho,

it's okay.

Why did you send him that?

Like, we're about to pick him

up! Undo it!

It is not snapchat.

That sh*t is permanent.

Okay, okay, Logan is yummy...

And is gonna keep your mind off

the bullshit tonight.

Oh... she is nervous.

Okay, okay, i--

I think that's called

excitement.

It's a little bit of both.

Breathe, because you

are so nervous.

Shut up.

Wait, this is where he lives?

Yeah, he's 19, he doesn't live

with his parents anymore.

Don't be a p*ssy, miles.

We can't all live in bel-air

behind security gates.

No, that's not what

i was saying.

I just-- I don't know anything

about this guy.

I'm worried for your sake.

Oh, thank you, you--

what kind of person do you

think lives down here?

Okay.

Miles, you strong-armed me

into coming out.

Are you really gonna

knit-pick on where we go?

You can not smoke that--

okay, I'm not allowed to?

Yeah, take it from me.

Get out of my face.

Ooh, me, gimme, gimme.

Thanks.

And you know what? I'll probably

just pick up another eighth...

From this drug dealer

boyfriend of yours.

Hey.

You need to watch your mouth,

brentwood.

Where we're going tonight,

saying sh*t like that...

Is how you get your ass kicked.

Oh, my god.

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