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The bar is a bit more crowded than usual. Will and Chuckie walk back to their table, carrying beers. They pass a table of GIRLS, local regulars getting just as bombed as the guys. These girls are a little overdone. Too much make-up, too much hairspray, and too much body for such tight outfits. One of the girls, KRYSTYN, smiles at Will who seems subdued.
KRYSTYN
Hi, Will.
WILL
How you doin', Krystyn.
They pass the table of girls. Chuckie looks at one, ruefully.
CHUCKIE
I didn't get on Cathy last night.
WILL
Why not?
CHUCKIE
I don't know.
Chuckie turns back to one of the girls, calling out:
CHUCKIE (cont'd)
Cathy! Why didn't you give me none of
your twat last night?
A girl at the table, CATHY, holds up her PINKY FINGER and smiles-- revealing a mouthful of MISSING TEETH.
CATHY
Fuck you and your Irish curse, Chuckie!
CHUCKIE
She's missin' teeth, Will.
Will nods, not really into it tonight.
CHUCKIE (cont'd)
Plus, it's like, five to two Morgan
ends up marryin' her. There's only so
many times you can bang your friend's
future wife...
They get to the table. Will's heart just isn't in it.
WILL
I'm takin' off.
ALL
We're goin' late night.
WILL
I'm tired.
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