Night Has Settled Page #4

LUCKY GIRL, HUH?

GET HER SOME ROSES.

RED ROSES.

SOMETHING WHITE.

NO, YOU WANT THE RED.

YOU WANNA SEND HER A MESSAGE.

HERE.

COME ON.

WRITE SOMETHING SWEET.

THESE ARE THE FINEST FLOWERS

IN THE CITY.

YOU'RE GONNA GE A BIG, SWEET KISS.

OF COURSE, ALL THE TIME.

GOOD, IT'S VERY IMPORTANT.

I-- I'LL SEE

YOU LATER.

ALL RIGHT.

HEY, I'M FREEZING.

LET'S GE HOT CHOCOLATE.

OKAY, SO TODAY

IN SCHOOL...

HI, OLLIE.

WOULD YOU BE SAD

IF I DIED?

OF COURSE NOT.

I WOULDN'T LIKE I IF YOU WERE TOO SAD.

A LITTLE,

BUT NOT TOO MUCH.

WHAT'LL YOU KIDS HAVE?

KIDS?

HOT CHOCOLATE, PLEASE.

I'LL HAVE AN IRISH COFFEE.

SURE, YOU WILL.

YOU HAVE SOMETHING

AGAINST THE IRISH?

I'M IRISH.

TWO HOT CHOCOLATES.

WHY HAVEN'T WE

HAD SEX YET?

YOU SHOULD COME OVER

TO VAL'S LATE TONIGHT.

WE'RE GONNA GE ALL DRUGGED UP AND DO IT.

I'M NOT READY.

YOU SHOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING

WHEN YOU'RE READY.

LIFE HAPPENS:

WHEN YOU'RE NOT READY.

THIS WILL BE TRAINING

FOR LIFE.

LIFE TRAINING.

YOU'RE BEING STRANGE.

WE CAN ACTUALLY:

FALL IN LOVE.

GOING TO DIE SOON.

I'M READY FOR THAT.

IT'S GOING

TO BE BEAUTIFUL.

I MEAN, DON'T YOU JUS WANNA F*** SOMETIMES?

BYE.

YOUR MOM'S PROBABLY

PRETTY GOOD LOOKING, EH?

SMILE.

OLIVER, ARE YOU OKAY?

THAT WAS SO WEIRD.

WHAT'S GOING ON?

CALL ME.

OKAY, SKIP.

WHAT'S UP, LADIES!

WHOO!

SO THE F***ING KING

OF ALL OF THIS.

WHAT THE F***

ARE YOU GUYS DOING?

BANZAI!

WHAT'S THE NAME OF THE GAME?

THUMPER!

HOW DO WE PLAY?

ALL THE WAY!

WHY DO WE PLAY IT?

TO GET F***ED UP!

SH*T TASTE GOOD.

KING OF BEERS.

I THINK I'M THE ONLY

NON-VIRGIN HERE.

YOU'RE DEFINITELY

A VIRGIN.

YOU KNOW, I JUST DON' KNOW WHERE "HEY" FITS

VERBIAGE:

FOR "A**HOLES"?

RIGHT, NICK, LIKE YOU'VE

EVER F***ED ANYONE.

ONLY YOUR F***ING MOM.

HEY!

THAT'S NOT FUNNY.

F***ING HILARIOUS.

I'M NOT A VIRGIN.

YOU'RE NOT?

WHOA!

I LOST IT THIS SUMMER.

HM.

HOLY SH*T.

WHAT'S THE NAME

OF THE GAME?

THUMPER!

HOW DO WE PLAY?

ALL THE WAY!

WHY DO WE PLAY?

TO GET F***ED UP!

HIP CHECK.

OH, F*** YOU!

F*** YOU, A**HOLE!

F*** YOU!

MOTHERF***ER!

HEY, VAL, DO YOU

AND YOUR IMAGINARY FRIEND

EVER, LIKE,

BLOW EACH OTHER?

WHAT'S HIS NAME?

TESTY? TESTICLE?

TESORO'S NOT IMAGINARY.

HE'S REAL, DIPSHIT.

WHATEVER.

"A TREATISE

OF RED AND GREEN..."

OH, JESUS, AGAIN

WITH THE POETRY.

"AND EVERYTHING

IS RED FORM.

AND BLUEBIRDS:

ARE PULLING."

BLUEBIRDS ARE PULLING

ALL RIGHT.

SHOW US YOUR SAMURAI.

ALL RIGHT LET ME SEE.

BORN TO BE:

A F***ING NINJA.

IS IT UPSIDE DOWN?

YES.

SHUT UP!

"AND YOUR BREATH

IS KIND OF MELTING."

IT'S KIND OF WEIRD, THOUGH,

HOW YOU ALL WANNA, LIKE,

HAVE SEX WITH ME.

LIKE, EVERY GIRL

IN THIS ROOM.

PROBABLY OLIVER, TOO.

I'M A F***ING

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