Recovery Page #4

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What the f***?

Dude, I'm joking, I'm joking.

My name's Logan.

I'm f***ing with you,

it's what it's like.

I'm miles.

That's miles, my brother,

and this is Kim.

Hello.

Hey.

See? I told you I'm come out.

I'm glad you weren't lying.

Ready?

Let's roll.

Jessie?

Hey!

What's your f***ing problem,

bro?

Let's just get out of here.

So, Logan... what do you do?

I'm in school, studying

graphic design.

Very nice.

He's being modest,

he's actually really good at it.

What true value is there to

being really good at Photoshop?

How's that for value?

No sh*t.

Guess you're not that much

of a joke, after all.

Hey, Jess, I would have made you

one, too, but I ran out of time.

Plus, that pic you just sent me

is a little too risqu.

Uh... I didn't send that to you,

actually that wasn't even--

ssh.

As cute as this is...

How about you tell us where

we're going tonight?

Um, the best downtown club

you've never heard of.

And by best, she means

the worst ID checkers.

Yes, I do.

Okay, so these two can flash

their titties to get in.

Miles!

But what am I gonna do?

You could show them your dick.

Ah, don't worry about it, man,

we'll figure out a way in.

Freak.

Didn't know this was

Halloween already.

Ian, come on.

Yikes.

Sh*t looks seedy.

This area may identify itself

as downtown now...

But I heard before the

operation...

It was, uh, referred to as...

The ghetto.

Oh, come on, this isn't

even that bad.

There's tougher places.

Yeah, and I'm sure we'll pass

through them...

On our way to the club.

Okay.

Two-one coming in.

Thank you.

Come on, now we're having fun.

Vodka redbull, right?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Cheers.

I'm going to go check on your

brother, okay?

Okay.

I'm a little stressed.

I know.

Jessie... come on, Jess,

pick up... pick up.

Oh, my god!

What?

Kent wants to facetime.

How drunk is he?

Drunk enough to say he's sorry.

Okay, you have to f*** with him!

No, I don't.

Yes, you do!

Hey, hey, hey, he cheated on you

at his graduation party...

In front of everyone.

I know that.

Should i--

go kiss Logan.

There's someone out here, Jess.

Jess, I'm worried someone's--

all right.

Excuse us.

Sorry!

Oh, my god.

You are a bad b*tch.

I love you.

I love you!

I wouldn't have even

come out...

If my misery didn't have

such great company.

Misery? Screw that, let's get

elated.

Oh...

Do you have any cash?

I do.

Here.

F*** with this.

What is that?

Pure love and cuddles, baby.

Turn this perfect ten night

into a hundred.

Wow.

I'm not like a druggie

or whatever.

You don't have to do any.

No, I know that.

I mean, miles is right. I guess

i can be kind of like a prude.

I don't mean to be!

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