Perhaps it is the way they slur their speech or maybe it’s just their utter lack of better judgment. But there’s just something oddly endearing about drunk girls.
They go around yelling “wooo!!!” and “Hey I heard you were a wild one!!!” at the club downing shot after shot of patron…
Samantha/Jake: [both in unison] Hi.
Jake: Hi.
Samantha: Hi. What are you doing here?
Jake: I heard you were here.
Samantha: You came here for me?
Jake: Is that okay?
Samantha: Yeah, it’s okay.
Jake: Do you have to go to reception now?
Samantha: I’m supposed to.
Jake: Can I call you later?
Samantha: Sure…I mean no.
Jake: No, I can’t call you later?
Samantha: Yeah…No, I mean, I’m not going to the reception.
Jake: Oh. Great.
This is all we need — a couple of smokes, a cup of coffee, and a little bit of conversation.
