Demons Page #3
"So many lost souls, you know?"
- Funny the two of
you wound up in the
entertainment business.
It's just so surface, you know?
- I don't really
see myself as being
in the entertainment business.
- Oh, piss off.
Of course you are.
Anyway, I studied art history,
which is history
plus art, get it?
- And you graduated from
that to car commercials
and Stoner comedies.
- You know, she's pretty
insightful for a high school girl.
of nature is what she is.
- So how did you two meet again?
at the clinic where
I used to work.
- Mmhmm.
Acupuncture, medical
marijuana, and beautiful women.
What more could a man ask?
- Okay, baby.
Jewely wants to
talk to her daddy.
Ariel says she's been crying
ever since she got there.
- That's weird.
Excuse me, guys.
Hey sweet girl.
What's the matter?
- She's burdened.
- What?
- Kayleigh, there's
something attached to her.
- Let's not do this now, yeah?
- Emmie and Marcus just landed.
- Mmhmm.
- Mmm.
- I am her father.
I deserve to be here.
- I'm not concerned with
what you deserve, Mr. Grant.
Only what's best for
- Just listen to him, daddy.
Please?
- Look, I just need to
do a brief evaluation.
aren't people with
personal connections
in the room.
- All right.
Evaluate her.
But do not proceed further
without talkin' to me.
- Yes, sir.
- I'm going to pray
with your mother.
I would ask if you'd
like to join us but,
I'm afraid I know the answer
to that question already.
Jewel?
Can you hear me?
Lord, may your mercy descend
upon us, upon Jewel Grant,
at this moment, her
moment of greatest need.
- Have you come to save me...
Or just to play with me?
- So what's the verdict?
On the Margarita?
- It's nice.
Sweet and hot at the same time.
I like it.
- See?
an excellent mixologist.
Kayleigh?
Come in.
- Why not?
- Woo hoo!
- Uh huh!
Yes!
- Hey there, naked girl.
- Hello!
- Hey.
It's your wedding weekend.
- Oh girl, don't.
Now, you see I'm
dressed, don't you?
Now you know better than that.
This place, it looks
like a spread from
"the Southern
lifestyle", uh huh.
Man, props hampsteads.
- She's gonna wear clothes
at the wedding, right?
- Oh no, didn't I tell you?
Uh no, we're both
gonna be naked.
The look on your face!
You're such a gullible f***er.
- Is this him?
This is some dark-ass sh*t.
It spoke to me.
- Thank you.
- Oh, could you go
ahead and sign my copy
so we can get that
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