200 Cigarettes Page #5

OK.

Nobody's coming.

That's it. I have no friends,

and everybody hates me.

It's only 9:
00.

What, are they all

just walking the streets out there?

Just walking the streets

like zombies

because it's too uncool

to be prompt?

You think there's gonna be

any interesting guys

here tonight?

- Interesting guys?

- Yeah...

'Cause I think I'm

finally over Lenny.

Well, congratulations,

Hillary.

I'm happy to hear it.

And what better night

to start over

than New Year's Eve, right?

That is unless you're right,

and nobody shows up.

Well, if they do,

you have my word...

any interesting guy

walks through that door,

he's yours.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

You have first pick.

I'll usher them

right over to you.

OK, but not in an obvious way.

I don't wanna look desperate.

Desperate?

You could stand there naked

with a mattress

strapped to your back

and still look like

a vestal virgin.

Do you think that would work?

Where do they get these people?

You know?

[Moaning And Mumbling]

Hey, Luce...

I can't believe how drunk I am.

You're hiding it well.

You're right

about New Year's Eve.

It sucks.

That bartender

doesn't even know I'm alive.

He has ceased refilling

the peanut bowl.

Hey!

Can I get some penis over here?

What were you two

doing back there?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

Do you have a light?

You were gone almost 20 minutes.

- No, I mean a match.

- Eric, will you relax?

Look, I've been sitting here

waiting all this time.

I deserve an explanation.

- Thank you.

- Will you get a grip?

Look, I got a grip.

Could I have an explanation?

I'm really bad at this.

Really? I had you figured

for a... for a

hardened professional.

Uh, you wanna break?

Uh... look, it's just a game.

It's no big deal. Relax.

- OK.

- OK.

All right. Here you go.

Thanks.

- Your drink!

- What?

Aah!

Oh, my God!

Ohh! Ohh!

God... excuse me!

Oh, ha ha! Sorry.

I got your, uh, drink.

Oh, my God! Val!

Val, this is it. This is B.

We're on B.

Oh, come on.

We're almost there.

I'm pretty sure

I remember this block.

No! No, I'm not taking

one more step.

What's the matter with you?

Val, you're crossing onto B, OK?

I'm not moving from this corner.

So freeze your f***ing ass off!

I'm going to the party.

Something terrible

is gonna happen

if you cross that street!

I feel it in my gut!

Will you get a hold

of yourself!

Nothing terrible's

gonna happen to us.

We're going to a party

is all.

Val! Val!

Please listen to me!

We are so lost!

We are so f***ed!

Just please, call your mother.

Come on.

[Homeless Man Singing]

[Sighs]

OK.

Where are you going?

I gotta find a phone,

don't I?

Well, there are phones

on A, you know.

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