Rough Night Page #3

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What, are you flirting with me?

I would not flirt with a happily

married woman who broke my heart.

Oh, my God, you broke up with me,

don't even start with that.

Excuse me,

now you are flirting with me, okay?

It's good to see you.

It's good to see you, too.

Girl, I have had a day.

First was full, I had to ride business.

It was disgusting.

- Gross.

- You're serious. Okay. Cool.

Oh, my God, did you hear

Alice is making us go to a foam party?

Ugh! I know.

She has a scary amount of time

on her hands.

Even though she's a full-time teacher,

I'm still like, "Get a job."

Do you have a job?

Activism is a full-time job, but...

- Also no.

- Mmm-hmm.

Look at them, the magic is still there.

- Hello!

- Hello!

- Hi!

- Hi! Yes! Yes!

- Oh, my God!

- It is all happening!

Mmm! God, you smell so good.

- I have, like, half a pound of weed in my bra.

- Ah.

- Hey, Alice, how's your mom?

- Well, Alzheimer's is tough, but she's good.

Good.

The Wallace 5th Floor Girls

are back together again!

God, when was the last time

we were all together?

I think it was two summers ago

when we came to visit you

in your tree, right?

No, no, no, 'cause Jess

couldn't make it, it was, uh,

New Year's Eve, when Blair was in labor.

- Oh, my God. Crazy.

- God, that was three years ago, then.

Yeah. Well, we only have 55 hours,

so let's stop wasting

our motherfucking time

and let's get the party started.

- Yes!

- Alice, you rock!

The party starts now.

Oh, my God. That was a bad idea.

- Yeah, we're in an airport.

- That was bad.

- That sounded like a gunshot.

- Yeah.

- Let's go.

- Yep.

Sorry. Our bad.

Sorry, everyone,

bachelorette weekend.

I was never here! Never! Move!

Come on, shake your body,

baby, do the conga

I know you can't control

yourself any longer

- Ooh.

- Wow.

- Nice Miami house, mami.

- Very nice.

- Oh, gracias.

- Um...

We are supposed to pick up

the keys from the neighbors.

Did you bring a bathing suit?

- Hello?

- The beach is nice.

Hi.

Sorry, somebody left some keys for...

- Oh, my goodness.

- Oh, sorry, we'll come back.

- So sorry.

- Oh, hi, girls.

No, no, I'm sorry.

Let me put something on.

Oh.

- Come on in.

- Very funny.

- Is it really?

- I love it.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Thank you. Oh.

- Hi. Oh.

Okay.

What brings you to Miami?

Business? Pleasure?

The business of pleasure?

Oh, bachelorette weekend.

- Jess is getting married.

- Ah.

- Congratulations!

- Thank you.

This marriage, will it be open?

You know, we haven't discussed it.

But, probably closed. Yeah.

Tightly, tightly closed.

Lea, does she not remind you

of our French girl from Turks and Caicos?

- Oh.

- She does.

Thank you. Thanks.

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