Liars All Page #5

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one day in New York...

Yes. Yes, mike.

Almost, okay?

It never happened because

there's gonna be mistakes.

So will you just f***ing

forget about that? I can't.

You didn't tell Dennis that you

and I fooled around, did you?

No.

Mike...

No, I didn't.

Why does...

why does he hate me?

Missy, I...

i look at you, and

I could be

anything

That Dennis,

could be

And I would do anything

to be in his place.

No, f*** you, mike.

I want you out.

Okay? You said you'd

come here to help me,

And now you're f***ing

hitting on me?

You think that's

what I need?

I'm serious.

Go.

I would've been

good to you.

I loved her,

So I got as close

as I could.

So how well

did you know missy?

We were roommates.

Lived in a house

with some other friends.

She was my real

education.

He said I wanted to string

on one, any of them,

Anything to show that

superior simpering composure.

Why did he bring missy on the evening?

He didn't.

She got there ahead of us.

He kind of liked it, though.

Her never backing down,

competing for him.

We've got dance,

we've got dance music.

Katie and I planned to meet missy

at work on new year's eve.

Nice little pub where Dennis

and his friends hang out.

Come inside.

What? All right.

Hey. Hey. So we're cool, huh?

Yeah.

New year, right?

Hey, girl. Good to see you here.

Hi.

We're going places, mate.

No, don't be daft.

I mean,

You know what they paid Robinho

to transfer to real Madrid?

Lot of cash?

30 million.

Oh, where's Dennis?

Place is a mess.

I've just moved in.

Who is this?

Uh, it's Tanya, Dennis.

Missy's friend?

Oh, f***.

I hope you get your

goddamn curtains.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

All right.

Let's drink

our faces off.

I'm Billy.

You party?

Well, that depends.

You convince Dennis to

come along, and I'm in.

If he doesn't mind his ex

tagging along, that is.

No, no, no.

Tanya's all right,

but no missy, all right?

She's... she's mental, all right?

I swear to god she's gone balmy.

Oh, come on, bad boy.

All right, f*** it, right?

But no missy, all right?

All right.

All right. Let's go in. Yeah.

Come on.

Oh, so this is your

f***-Able London crowd, huh?

Yep. Bankers and

yuppie losers and...

he's cute.

Yeah.

And he likes Americans.

Whoa! You girls

look thirsty!

That's right. So thirsty.

Cheers.

Okay, cross.

Cross, cross. Drink.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Daddy, daddy, daddy.

That tickles!

Can I get one more?

Blondie! What's up, surfer girl?

Dude, what the f***? Come on,

we know you want to play!

Get off me, you stupid f***.

Let her go.

You'd better calm

the f*** down!

Told you missy's party's

gone for f***ing males.

I'm not here for you, Dennis.

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