EXT-HANDY’S BACK YARD-NIGHT
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Males, HANDY, PHILLIPPE, GARRETT, SEPT, sit around a campfire smoking a joint and drinking beers.

GARRETT sits higher up in his chair.

GARRETT
Had a nice SEXorcism last night...
chums.

They all awkwardly and sporadically laugh.

PHILLIPPE
(Nervously) What does that mean?

Guys laugh. Sept tackles Philippe.

GARRETT
I fucked out all the demons! Bros, I fucked the total shit out of her.

HANDY
Oh, uh. Alright, Garrett.

Handy looks nervously anywhere but in Garrett’s direction.

GARRETT
No Handy, I fucked the like...I
fucked the living tampon out of
her. It popped out, ya’ll.

SEPT
Garrett what the fuck is wrong with you?! She’s not here,bro! You know who is here though? Me! Me, G-Sleaze, Me!

The rest of the men cry and cuddle.

Sept grabs a bottle of
some sort of liquor and runs out from the house and shot.

GARRETT
Wow, bros. I just. I really thought
we could spread open the legs of
secrets we have to each other.

HANDY
Not like this, man. Go.

GARRETT
Hand Job, you don’t mean that bro
we shared the same bunk in hunting
camp!

PHILIPPE
Garrett. Go my king. Go find your
throne.

HANDY
(Mouths) We love you.

GARRETT
Didn’t think this would be the
first time I would cry ever but.

Attempts to push put a tear. Doesn’t happen.

GARRETT.
Nope. Okay off I go.

Garrett starts to walk. He stops yet doesn’t turn around.

GARRETT
Wing Fling tomorrow at Hooters
though?

PHILIPPE
Oh yeah we’ll be there.

GARRETT
Score!

Garrett somersaults out of the frame.

END.
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