The scene begins within the house as usual, here we come to find Alicia, Molly, and Christy standing by the closed front door, peeking outside.
Alicia: I can't believe they're fighting in the front yard.
Molly: He seems pissy because of all the homecoming stuff that was done to their home.
Christy: Did we do any of it?
Alicia: Just the stuff on the roof.
Christy: On the roof?
Molly: Yeah. Alic' and I went up while no one was home and painted "Fallen Angel." Anyone flying over it could see it just fine, hehe.
Christy: Is that what he's pissed about?
Alicia: I doubt he even knows about it. Because you have to be on the roof to see it since they've got a sort of flat roof.
Molly: Maybe he's upset because she didn't win the homecoming queen title?
Alicia: Well look at him! He's a complete geek. You know how he keeps talking to Dorito about getting a real job, setting him up with something at the office.
Molly: Yeah, remember when he thought this was a whore house and Dorito was a pimp?
Christy & Alicia: Mwhahaha!
Alicia: That is awesome.
Molly: And he was going to fight Dorito because he thought he was whoring out Angel.
Alicia: I thought it'd be funny just to see him try and fight D.
Christy: He'd probably wear himself out or hurt himself before Dorito did anything back. Or just one chop, wham!
Molly: Ooh, she put her hand to his face!
Alicia: She's coming this way! Move!
The three women scramble from the door, and run out into the living room, jumping over couches where Christy and Alicia sit on the couch against the wall, while Molly lays out on the adjacent love seat in the middle of the room. Christy and Alicia both grab for the remote, fighting over it for a second or two with Christy winning out and turning on the screen. She starts flipping through channels as the door bursts open. The three women try to ease themselves, laying back as they notice Angel storming in, slamming the door behind her.
Angel: GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING CUNT SHITTING PIECE OF SHIT!!!
Throwing her arms up in the air, screaming as she looks up for that release, she walks around the couch, coming around the love seat to sit down between Alicia and Christy.
Alicia: Bad day?
Angel: No fucking shit. I hate men!
Molly: So what's going on? We've got an hour before we head out for the night.
Angel: Head out?
Molly: Yeah, it's saturday night.
Angel: Shit, and there's the homecoming dance tonight. Fuck that.
Christy: Why?
Angel: Considering my boyfriend, or ex now, cheated on me last night after the game to fuck the drunk homecoming queen at some party. Fuck her.
Alicia: I'd say you could come with us, but where we're going, it's new and totally exclusive. They card anyone and everyone, and we'll be lucky to get in since it's a new celebrity hot spot.
Molly: Yeah, CJ's got a connection on the inside who works on the outside that's supposed to let us in.
Angel: And I bet I can't go.
Christy: You can always hang out here with Dorito.
Molly: Yeah, it's saturday night, not like he's doing anything aside from sitting at his computer.
Just then, Dorito is seen walking into the living room, having come down the staircase from his bedroom.
Dorito: I still can't freaking believe I have to tag with that asshole Freytag monday night.
He stops, standing behind the loveseat.
Angel: Hello, I'm talking here.
Dorito: So what else is new? But Alic', Kylie knows I don't get along with Chris at all. I mean, think back to NCW, the feud with DY and the Hitmen. Or Sonic and Freytag. I'd be better off picking my own tag partner to fight the 3 pricks in this match.
Angel: Is that all you guys do? Talk about yourselves you inconsiderate pricks?
Dorito: Inconsiderate? Go get a phone and call the operator, and I'll laugh when they hang up on you.
Christy: Actually it's kinda funny to watch telemarketers hang up on you.
Molly: Hey, remember when we tried to have phone sex with that one telemarketer?
Angel: Hahahehe...
Dorito: What about me? Monday night I have to tag with Chris freaking Freytag. You know what that means? It's mixing oil and water while throwing matches into the solution. Sooner or later it catches and ignites, and Dayton will be set on fire with fury and hate. Degenerates and Hitmen cannot and will NEVER get along! Not to mention that bloody alcoholic, Larz, on the other team. Plus his tag partner Z-Bone, neither have ever beaten me, and they never will. I've held more tag titles than those three have held titles. And the only greatness coming outta their team is the amount of times someone has to cut Z-Pinnochio's nose because it keeps getting so long.
Angel gets to her feet, putting her hand out as she looks right at Dorito to procede yelling at him.
Angel: Goddamn don't you ever just shut the fuck up?! All you fucking men is blab and blab about yourselves and what ever the fuck you desire. But when it comes to what I want and what I need? You guys are all fucking pricks. Ooh, I have to tag with someone I don't like. Ooh, I have to face two guys I don't like. Boo-fucking-hoo. Nobody gives a shit!
Molly: Way to go girl!
Dorito: Blah blah blah, you're still all pissy because you LOST some socialite voting contest done by your high school on who the prettiest girl was. That's all the homecoming and prom contest is about, right? Who looks the best. Because if you win, you're not doing anything, just being a star. And all you want is attention from others to mask the failures and pains that you suffer and hide from others. And if you don't like it, then I've got two words for ya...fuck it!
He crotch chops her, a tear is seen streaming down her face as the room is silent for what seems like ages, but is only ten seconds. She suddenly lunges forward, stepping onto the cushion of the loveseat and vaulting over the back of the couch while Dorito watches her land facing him. He turns and begins running upstairs, with Angel chasing up after him.
Angel: YOU'RE GONNA DIIIE!!
Molly, Christy, and Alicia are looking over in that direction for a few seconds, then look at one another.
Alicia: So, should we leave?
Molly: Yeah, that way we don't have to worry about her trying to join us at the club. It'll be so awesome if we can get into it.
The three get up, and begin walking toward the door.
Christy: We're going to CJ's, right?
Alicia: Right.
The three of them leave while screams and slams are heard coming from upstairs. The scene fades out shortly there after.
