S.T.A.L.K.E.R: The Duel Page #6

is that you're the cool,

tough, bad-boy type.

Is that true?

I don't know.

Maybe the cool part.

And why did you move to New York?

That's complicated.

What isn't? Seriously,

why did you invite me here?

I wanna make a bet with you.

A bet?

I make a shot,

you go out on a date with me.

If I miss,

you can have whatever you want.

Is this what passes

as flirting where you're from?

What have you got to lose?

Okay. But I pick the shot.

Deal.

What's the shot?

Right where you are.

Really?

Turn around.

You gotta be kidding me.

The basket's not even down.

Rules are rules, hotshot.

Are you backing out

on your deal?

Just watch me.

Looks like you didn't want

that date badly enough.

Trust me,

that's not it at all.

Lunch is over.

I'll think about what I want

my prize to be.

I'll try not to make it too painful.

I can't wait.

Vance, are you home?

Hi, Mom.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I haven't seen you in a while,

and I just wanna make sure

everything's okay.

Everything's cool, Ma.

Good. That's good.

I want everything to be good.

Yo.

Yo, yo. Get dressed.

Can I go?

Another duel already, man?

You gotta be kidding me.

No. This is a different

kind of duel, son.

It's Friday, man.

We gotta go kick it with some chicks.

The game don't stop off the court.

Man, I'm too damn tired

to go out.

Boy, does it sound

like I'm asking you?

Not really.

You wanna fit in?

To get you some cool points?

'Cause they're calling you

a hillbilly.

Man, right now,

all I want is sleep.

Look, the one rule

of fitting in, son...

you gonna shine,

you gotta be seen to be noticed.

- I'll pick you up in 20.

- Fine.

- Can I go?

- No, Rody.

Come on.

Fix yourself.

Man, so what's, like,

a New York party like?

Man, so what's, like,

a New York party like?

Oh, New York parties...

This party we're about

to go to is crazy.

- Oh, yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

Okay. But, yo,

what's the deal with you

and that girl Maria,

Lena's friend?

Oh, Maria?

That's just my Monday-Friday.

Stop it, man. Come on.

I'm telling you.

Why you think they call me Jules?

- I got them.

- All right, man.

You better prove it

at this party then.

Watch what you about

to run into.

- My man.

- My man.

- Dawg.

- Big-O.

What's up, boy?

Mm-hmm.

Why so amazed,

new white boy?

Ain't no chicks

back home in Wisconsin?

- Not like this, man.

- Come on. Let's get some drinks.

Hey, yo, my man.

Hook us up with two

of something strong.

- All right?

- What, like a rock?

No. But I can think of something

that rhymes with that, though.

Oh, in your dreams, Jules.

Hey, yo, Jules,

I think it's Saturday by now.

No, it's still 11:55, homey.

Hey.

Hey, yourself.

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