The Blackout Page #2

[sighs]

Too late.

[in disgust]

[doorbell rings]

We've got company.

[humming]

What did he piss about?

He does play rhythm guitar.

I hate my life.

Jenny.

[doorbell rings again]

One two, cha cha cha...

Are you guys expecting

company?

Just few of our closest friends,

friend.

Really?

Really.

You invited them.

Oh dude, I invited some people.

We invited he invites some

people.

Wonderful.

Guys,

this just supposed to be

a dinner party.

Yeah, well uh,

we had dinner, so,

let's party.

Right!

[loud, rock music starts]

Get out of the way.

[music continues]

[screaming]

Key's in the kitchen.

You...Ah! I'm so glad you made

it.

I'll find you in a little while.

[greeting]

Get drunk.

[rock music continues]

Chas.

What?

I though We had a

understanding.

What happen to a quiet night

amongst friends?

Friends?

I f***ing hate you.

[laughs]

Jenny?

[loud noise descends]

[exhales]

That's it.

Movie's over.

Most of that was news to me.

Did we sign our contract last

night?

I have no f***ing idea.

Do you remember anything else?

I remember the Titans.

[empty bottle smashes]

[bottle smashes on the ground]

Toss?

Get the f*** over here.

[guitar notes]

Greatest,

party,

ever?

[laughs]

[guitar notes]

[bottle rolling]

Ahhh...

Dude, f***.

So we're f***ed,

and I'm going to jail.

Look at the bright side...

Did anyone ever die in Tommy

Lee's pool?

Yes.

-Exactly.

Ultimate street credit.

[laughs]

You can't buy that kind of...

What the f*** are you doing?

No no no,

we're not going to jail.

We're going on tour.

What the f***, man?

-Look,

we've got a team of corporate

lawyers to deal with this sh*t

now while we're on the road,

banging groupies two at a time.

Or, our public defender are

sitting around

with his thumb up his ass while

I've got a guy

ironically named Tiny up mine.

Give it...

[cellphone got tossed in the

pool]

Re-f***ing-lax bro.

We're somebody else's problem

now.

Are we, Toss?

Because we don't even know

if Reuben came over here last

night with the contracts.

[exhales heavily]

We can call Spencer.

Absolutely not.

Not after what he tried to pull

last night.

That much I remember clearly.

[party noise ascends and

descends]

Woo...

-Are you kidding me right now?

Hey.

Getting mad ain't gonna help.

But getting f***ed up will?

You know what?

I'm gonna wake Reuben up.

Because as usual,

his sobriety will come in handy.

-Ha!

Sobriety.

He's taken 12 steps at least a

dozen times.

[pounding on the door]

[whisper]

Whit a second, Toss.

We gonna talk about this.

[doors open]

Boys.

Your house is on fire.

I highly doubt that, Chuck.

[doors shut]

That was real smooth.

What did you expect me to do?

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