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- You made it. - I did.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Good to see you. - You too.

Erin, Alex.

Alex, this is Erin.

- Hey. - Hi.

Looking good out there, girl.

Yeah, I know.

Uh, I'm gonna... I'm gonna grab a beer.

Did... did you want anything, can I...?

I don't drink.

Well, how about a Coke?

They're free for me.

Save your $5.

- You got it. - I'll take a...

Uh... okay.

Hello, did you hear me?

I got my final mark on that major paper I wrote

on Paradise Regained,

which I have now read for the third time by the way.

The fucking instructor

says that my interpretation of Milton

doesn't fully explain his continuing role

in Western literature.

Dick.

- What was your grade? - A fucking minus.

Oh, did she show, Erin?

What, does everybody know this girl but me?

Uh, no, I barely know her.

She was in our Philosophy of Literature class

with me and Zack,

and I think he kind of asked her out.

Kind of?

Well, I think he thinks he did.

So, he's into her?

Uh, well, she's a female,

so yeah.

Is she into him?

- Hey, Jules. - Oh, hey, how are you?

Oh, she's devastated, she got an A minus on a paper.

Oh, buddy.

Oh, shut it.

You know, I think I wanna go dance.

Is there anybody I can convince to join me?

- Zack, let's go. - Absolutely.

Oh, yeah, go show me your moves.

Yes, ma'am.

You sure I can't tempt you?

Uh, no,

I mean, the table.

I should watch the table, I... I don't want someone

to take it.

No, we wouldn't want that.

Hey, baby, what's going on?

Ow.

Oh, you're a little feisty, all right.

Okay.

What, it's just a little dance.

- I'm a good dancer. - Ugh, no, you're not.

Hey.

How's the table?

Fine, I just wanted to make sure you're okay.

Oh, yeah, just perils of the dance floor.

Did you come to dance with me?

Uh, no, I don't think I can keep up.

I just... just wanted to check you're okay, that's all.

Well, you did, and I am.

Okay.

And now I need to be making sure

that you're okay.

Jeez.

Thank you.

Hey, uh, have a good night, see you later.

Uh, wait.

- What's up? - Um, do you wanna

share a cab or something?

I live pretty close, so I won't be catching a cab.

Um, do you wanna share a sidewalk?

Oh, shit.

Ah, for fuck's sake!

This is fucked.

- Good morning, sunshine. - Julia,

what the fuck?

Don't take that tone with me.

Beach, let's go.

Dude, you literally just woke me up.

I am not ready for the beach, and it is really early

for your cleavage.

First off, it is not my fault that you slept in,

and secondly, it's never too early for my cleavage.

Let's go.

God, I am so glad I went from

a comfortable laying-down position

to an uncomfortable laying-down position.

Okay.

Try to think of it as full-body exfoliation.

But, I'm more thinking of it as a sunburn,

and sand in my crack.

Are you ever happy about anything?

Hardly ever.

Room for one more?

- Oh, hi. - Hi.

Yeah, sure.

I didn't know you were joining us.

- Is that all right? - Absolutely.

Of course.

Zack likes you,

so you're stuck with us.

Could be worse.

I think I'm gonna go for a dip.

Be right back.

So, is she just, like, our friend now?

I don't know, why?

You don't like her?

No, I...

I don't know her.

I mean, she seems nice.

She's polite, and friendly, and...

Alex, you don't have to convince me.

I don't care if you like her.

I didn't say I didn't like her.

Mhm.

- Oh. - Oh, thank you.

Oh, no, I'm good, thank you.

It's for me.

If you don't mind?

- Please? - Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, okay, well let's just cover all the bases.

No, none of us are into Zack.

He's like an annoying younger brother.

- Hm. - But, you know,

wouldn't be life without him, though, don't tell him

- I said that. - Lips are sealed.

So, is he not your type, or...?

I don't know, I haven't really thought about it.

What is your type?

Confident, attractive, smart.

How about you?

You, generally.

What?

Oh, I mean, same... same as... as you.

Same as you said just...

Oh, my God, are you okay?

Yeah.

- You're bleeding. - Yeah.

- Come on. - No, that's okay.

- Let me take care of it. - It's totally fine.

It's... yeah.

Ow.

Have a seat.

Wow, this is a real happening place, huh?

We're closed on Sundays.

Have you worked here for a long time?

Uh, yeah, we've had it for a while.

- We? - My family owns it.

Guess I kind of own it.

Oh.

Wow.

Yeah, my dad has this habit of buying businesses,

and he kind of left me in charge of this one,

so.

Hey, that must be nice.

Oh, I... well I didn't... I...

I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

I just meant it must be nice.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's as nice as material things can be I guess.

What do you mean?

I mean that my dad doesn't really get

the whole feelings thing, so he uses his money instead.

But hey, it's not like I'm just some complacent manager.

I do actually work, you know.

Okay.

I mean, I wasn't suggesting that you were.

I think it's very cool

that you're the boss.

- You think so? - Yeah.

How about you, what's your story?

Uh, it was just me and my mom growing up.

She worked a lot, but she got the feelings thing.

- Mhm. - Sounds like you and me

had completely opposite childhoods.

You know, he's not all bad.

- Who, you're dad? - Yeah.

I'm not judging.

Just laid my entire life story out on you.

Sorry about that.

I guess that you're just sort of

easy to talk to.

How about you, what happened to your dad?

Uh, he left when I was 4.

I didn't really know him.

According to my mom, that's a good thing.

You see your mom a lot?

Uh, no.

No, she, uh...

she died.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's okay.

I mean, it's not okay,

but I'm fine.

There's this, uh...

There's this spot down by the beach

that I like to go to.

It reminds me of her.

Let me see your arm.

I think you got some gravel in it or something.

Yeah.

It's okay, though, just throw a Band-Aid on there

or something.

- I'll be gentle. - Okay.

Are you ready?

I don't know.

That probably hurts.

All good.

- Can you, um...? - Oh.

Does it feel better?

Yeah.

So, did I tell you about my movie idea?

- No. - Yeah, I mean, so I'm writing

this movie, and it's you and me are the leads,

and I play a character named Robin Banks, okay?

No, but wait, you're Greta Waycar.

- You're dumb. - No, it's genius.

- Hey. - Hey, Al.

- Where's Erin? - Ah, she had to work

or something.

Aw, I got her a Coke.

Before you say anything, it wasn't you.

I didn't scare her away?

- No, Zack. - Thank God.

But, like, what'd she say about me?

- Oh, my God, get over yourself. - What?

I need to know.

I don't know, nothing.

Nothing?

At all?

Really?

No, no, I mean,

you're a good guy or whatever.

Just keep doing that.

I don't know about that.

Good guys finish last.

Unless that's what she likes.

I don't know what she likes.

If you wanna ask her out, just ask her out,

and if she says, "No," then you have your answer.

Yeah, true.

Aw, Zackary,

do you need me to ask her out for you?

No, I do not.

It's just, you know, if I ask her out

and she says, "No," then she's not gonna

wanna hang with us anymore.

I kinda like her hanging with us.

Good point.

What, what, it's a good point.

I mean, she's nice.

It's nice to make new friends who are nice.

Why do you need new friends?

Aw, Jule, you need to go to jelly school.

Ew!

Never touch me like that again.

I'll never touch you like that again.

So, Al, can you talk me up to her?

Please, can you talk about literally anything else?

I don't know, what makes you think that

she would listen to me, or that we even talk?

I figured you guys became pals.

Well, I mean, she's...

Nice.

- What time's happy hour? - Oh, shit.

I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

No, it's okay... oh!

- Oh, my God, okay. - Okay.

Ah, right.

Uh.

Okay.

- Are you okay? - Uh, yes.

- Yes, hi. - Hi.

- How are you? - I'm good, I'm good.

I, um, came by to see if you're coming out...

uh, to the club, after your shift.

I mean, do you want to come out to the club to dance?

Right, right, um,

I'm off work pretty late, so.

Okay.

Well, I mean,

that was more of a for-your-information

than... than a no.

Okay, so it's a yes then.

Uh, it's a maybe.

Probably.

I mean, I was in the neighborhood.

That's why I'm here, 'cause Julia told me

that you worked here, and I was passing by,

- and so I... - Right, um,

well it's really nice to see you, though.

Thank you.

Okay, so I guess I'll maybe, probably see you later?

- Yeah. - Maybe, probably.

Yes, um.

Thanks for

stopping by.

You got it.

Hey, before I forget, do you have a pen?

Uh, yeah, I think I do, sure.

In case you need me for anything.

I'll see you later.

Uh, see you later.

Okay.

You look good.

You look fine, you're totally overthinking this

'cause nothing's happening.

Oh, God, what if something is happening?

Hey, what are we looking at?

A very happy Zack.

Oh, yeah, is he making friends?

Well.

I have to go.

- Uh. - Yeah, sorry.

Okay.

Alex.

Alex, wait.

I'm sorry.

For what?

I don't usually drink, and I was dancing,

- and I... - You don't owe me anything.

I just don't want you to think I was doing it to hurt you

or something.

I don't know what you mean.

- I'm just nervous. - Nervous?

About what?

You make me nervous.

Erin, where are you going?

I'm all sweaty, I'm going for a swim.

I thought I was walking you home,

not brushing up on my CPR.

So, come in with me then.

That doesn't make any sense.

Are you coming?

Hey, there you are, I was looking for you.

Thought you left.

No, I'm right here.

Did you wanna get dressed?

I mean, I can wait.

Are you sleeping with me tonight?

Uh.

I just meant 'cause my bed's more comfortable

than the couch, so.

Oh, right.

No, cool, um.

No, I was just gonna head home soon.

Okay.

Sure.

Wait, I'm sorry.

Oh, my God, I am so sorry.

Oh, my God.

It's okay.

Hey, it's okay.

Um, listen,

I... I...

I don't know what's happening, and I don't wanna

misread anything.

I don't think that you're misreading anything.

Will you look at me, please?

Do you want me?

Yes.

Erin?

Shit.

Alex, what are you doing here?

Oh, well you weren't there when I woke up, so.

I was, uh... I needed to get to work.

Right, I...

Uh, could we...?

Sure.

What's up... ah.

Okay, um,

can we talk about what happened last night?

- No. - What, are you serious?

Yeah, something happened,

I don't know what, and I...

You... you don't... you don't know...

- Erin, we slept together. - Okay, can you please

keep your voice down, because we are at

my work right now?

- So, uh... - It's not fricking illegal.

- I mean... - Okay, I need you to

forget about this.

What? No, no.

No, Erin, it was amazing, and you were right there with me

and I know that you felt the same way.

- Stop. - You came on to me.

- I wasn't gonna do anything. - Please, I need you to

fucking stop, I need you to fucking stop, Alex!

Can you please fucking stop?

Can you please go?

I need you to go, please.

- Hey, Jule. - Hey, you.

- What's up? - How are you?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Great, but how are you actually?

- What do you mean? - Don't play dumb,

you completely bailed last night.

- Where'd you go? - Yeah, sorry.

Well, don't be sorry, just tell me

what's going on with you.

Hello?

Can you just trust that I'll tell you when I'm ready?

Okay.

Should I be worried?

No.

Okay.

Come for a drink tonight?

Uh, yeah, sure.

I mean, I'll meet you down there.

Cool, see you soon, pal.

Fuck.

Where have you have been?

You almost missed happy hour.

I'm sorry.

Anyway, so as I was saying, I was on a date with this dude,

and he asks me what I like to do for fun.

I hate that question.

So, I start telling him about this book that I'm reading.

Alex, have I told you about this, book guy?

Uh, yeah, sure, I think... I think so.

Anyway,

so I'm telling him about this book,

and he gets this look on his face,

like either he's never heard the word "book" before,

or the idea of a woman reading

is way too much for his tiny brain to comprehend.

I really don't get it, I mean, guys say that they want a girl

that's smart and interesting, but I mean,

really they actually don't.

- Right? - Yeah.

Hey, how's the weather where you are?

- What? - Where are you right now?

Uh, I think I'm gonna get a drink.

Actually, you know, I should go.

I have this thing that I gotta do.

Uhh, like what?

It's Friday night during the summer.

What do you have to do?

Early inventory.

Like you've never done inventory hungover.

Erin, please explain to her

why she needs to stop pretending to be so responsible.

You really gotta stop it.

Okay.

Alex!

Alex, what the hell?

I just can't.

Hey, Al.

All right.

What's wrong with her?

- I don't know. - Are you sure?

Yeah, Julia, I don't even know her.

- I don't believe you. - Hey.

What the fuck was that about?

I have no idea.

- I should go after her. - No.

Stop mothering her, okay?

Storming off like that, she needs some time alone.

She went to the beach, just...

she'll be fine.

You know, I think I'm gonna head out.

Honestly, I wouldn't worry about her.

She seems like a really tough girl.

I'm sure she's gonna be fine, so.

- Erin. - Hm?

Alex has been through a lot of shit.

If she is messed up in something, please tell me.

Yeah, honestly, I'm sorry, but I don't know.

Jule, why would she know anything?

Well, have a good night, guys.

Alex.

No, you don't get to come here and look at me like that.

I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

We didn't do anything wrong.

You're acting like we've done this terrible thing.

Are you in a relationship or something?

You don't get it, do you?

No, I don't get it.

I need you to explain it to me.

I fucking can't.

Did you like it?

You had fun with me?

Yes.

And you like me?

Do we really have to talk about it all night?

What are you so scared of talking about?

Are you scared of the way you feel?

Do we really have to do this?

- Are you scared of being gay? - Okay, shut the fuck up.

I'm not fucking scared.

You're just wrong.

I need to go.

- Wrong? - Yeah, you're just

fucking wrong, Alex!

I'm leaving.

Erin!

Hey.

It's Erin.

What are you doing?

What are you doing here?

That's seriously what you wanna say to me right now?

Alex, what the fuck is going on?

Just having a drink.

You won't answer my calls and you won't talk to me.

What's happening here, Al?

You're the one with straight As.

I'm sure you can figure it out.

Why are you being a smart ass?

Look, I just came here to have a drink, okay, alone.

You don't get to come here and start yelling at me.

Besides,

no one else wants to fucking talk,

- so why the fuck should I? - Because there's obviously

something going on.

- So? - So, I'm your best friend

and I wanna help you.

Yeah, I bet you do.

- Alex. - I bet you wanna dance in here,

looking all pretty, and fuck everything up,

and then pretend like nothing ever happened.

- What the fuck...? - Well, it did happen!

- It happened! - What happened?

Leave me alone, don't touch me!

You know what, Alex?

Fuck you.

You know I just wanna help.

Sorry, I can't offer you anything fun to drink.

That's okay.

Are you all right?

You sounded kind of upset on the phone.

I didn't invite you over here to talk.

I am so done talking.

Okay.

Sorry, I thought that was my cue.

Are you saying, "No"?

No.

Uh.

Just... just wait a minute.

Just a sec.

Okay, so you're saying, "Yes"?

I'm saying, "Just fuck me."

Jesus, I'm coming.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm an asshole.

None of that was meant for you.

Don't ever speak to me like that again.

Just the whiskey.

I'm serious.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean any of it.

What am I going to do with you?

Fix my broken heart.

- What? - What?

- Why do you have a broken heart? - Why do you have...?

Alex.

Okay.

Okay, so I am very drunk,

so I think I'm gonna tell you something right now

that sober Alex definitely wouldn't tell you

because sober Alex is scared shitless.

Well, drunk Alex and sober Alex need to start

trusting their best friend.

They do... I mean, I... I do.

It's nothing to do with not trusting you.

Then, what is it about?

- I think I need a cigarette. - Uh, no.

Speak.

You love me, right?

Like...

Like no matter what?

Of course I love you, you idiot.

Nothing you can say will change that.

Dude, I will help you bury the body.

I will destroy the evidence.

It honestly can't be that bad.

Whatever it is, man,

it's me.

I'm gay.

Well, I mean, you weren't hiding that very well.

I'm in love, too.

I'm sorry you were so scared to tell me that.

I'm so sorry it took me so long to tell you.

No.

You told me when you were ready.

So, Romeo,

who's the lucky lady?

Are you okay?

- Erin. - I'm fine.

- If you wanna talk about... - I don't.

Okay, just consider this a freebie.

You're off the hook.

What?

Look, I know I may seem like I'm that kind of guy,

but I'm not that kind of guy.

- Erin. - Look, Zack,

it doesn't really matter what kind of guy you are, okay?

Fuck, why is it that when a guy wants to have casual sex,

it's totally fine, and when a girl wants to,

there must be a fucking problem.

I never said there was a problem.

You just seemed upset.

Sorry.

Look, I know we may have done things

a little backwards here, but I like you.

- I'd like to... - No.

- What? - Whatever you'd like to do

is a fucking terrible idea.

Taking you on a date's a terrible idea?

- Oh, yeah. - Why?

Just, fuck, I'm giving you an easy out here.

I'm not looking for an easy out.

This was just a distraction.

Okay?

This isn't gonna turn into a whirlwind romance.

It's just sex.

Jesus.

Well,

that's why I don't do this.

Goodnight, Erin.

This is Alex, leave me one.

Alex.

I'm so sorry.

- What happened? - Ugh, whoa.

Are you gay, or was that a dream?

Gay.

Not a dream.

Okay.

Cool.

Ugh.

I need a shower.

Mhm.

You stink like a dirty bar.

Yeah.

Probably 'cause I was at a dirty bar.

Mhm.

Are you okay?