Part 25: Second Playthrough - 11 PM (♃ + ♆)

[MUSIC: Hair Tie]



Back to shots, this time with Jupiter and Neptune. Seems like Jupe can hold her horrible-poison-cocktail pretty good if the 12 AM scene after this is anything to go by, so let's get some proper context for that.



♃: Uhhhhhhh.



♃: I...guesssss.





♆: Look at me, I'm an after school special, you're hanging out with the wrong crowd. Who knows what will happen.
♃: Okay okay.
♆: Good.
♃: Cheers?



♆: It's not—ugh.
♃: It's just so...sweet.
♃: It'd be easier straight.
♆: Wait, this isn't your first time drinking?
♃: My dad sometimes gives me a little.
♃: And my mom too, on Sundays.
♃: They're really strict though. They want me to like, appreciate it and not do exactly what we're doing and drink horrible shit for the sake of getting drunk.
♆: Well it's too late now. You're corrupted forever and the only choice is to drink until you are drunk and hungover so you can learn an important lesson about life and peer pressure and whatever.
♃: Haha okay. I will drink to that.
♆: BOTTOMS UP BITCH.



♆: ErGGhhh. How do youuu stand ittttttttt.
♆: You're barely making a face it's infuriating ANOTHER PLEASE.



♆: Another.
♃: Are you...sure?



♆: FUCK YOU TAKE THIS SHOT.



WRITTEN IN THE STARS

♆: BLUGH I hate this.



♆: I can't believe you're not even TIPSY. Your father is incredible.
♆: Is he Vin Diesel.
♆: Is he Arnold Schwarzenegger.
♆: Is he Ernest Hemingway.
♆: Are you the love child of Vin Diesel and Ernest Hemingway.
♃: Well he doesn't care for women or long sentences, if that counts.
♆: HA that's fucking funny!
♆: So you HAVE read a book.
♃: I mean, it's not 'cause he's mean or anything he just doesn't LIKE women.
♆: Oh. OH. Wait why would HE send you here?
♃: Sometimes we just do stuff so mom will chill.
♆: Haha your dad is COOL.
♃: Yeah haha. He really is.
♆: ANOTHER?
♃: OKAY.



♆: Your dad has never been more right about anything.
♃: The worse it tastes, the more evil it makes you. And every kind has its own sort of evil in it. I think...alcohol is incredible like that.
♆: It's all the same.
♃: No, no, no! It's so different. It's SO different. Like red wine make you lascivious but also kind of weepy. And beer makes you lazy but prepared to yell.
♆: Oh yeah? Then what does this make you feel?
♃: Hmmmmmm...
♃: I feel like I want to break a window?



♆: YOU'RE RIGHT, FUCK.
♆: I'M GOING TO THROW UP ON EVERYONE.



♆: Neither are YOU miss, it's written all over your smug lazy face, I can TELL, HA, HA,
♆: Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
♃: Noooooo it's truuuuuuue. This is a tragedy. How will my reputation as #1 untouchable tomboy prude ever recover.
♆: God don't complain, I got MOST touchable and it's not even true I'm not half as bad as those sluts in Group Southeast. Leave me ALONE please.
♆: People think you're cool, you know.
♃: They are wronggggggg and also jerks. Camp will be over soon anyway.
♆: Assholesssssss fuck em. FUCK EM JUPITER.
♃: Ahahah YEAH.
♃: Let's do ANOTHER.
♆: Ahaha fine—



♃: Ahahah you shouldn't drink so fast.
♆: Ugh...no. It's not...that.
♃: Are you okay?
♆: Ah god I itch. *Cough cough*
♃: Neptune...?

[Silence.]

♆: It's
♆: Okay
♆: I
♆: ...stop...damn it...not
♆: ...here.

[MUSIC: Three Eves]

♃: Come let's go to the bathroom, don't throw up here—
♆: I'M FINE.
♆: DON'T.
♆: *cough cough cough*
♃: Neptune...!
♆: Don't look.

[Silence.]

♃: Are...you...





♆: Seriously, I'm fine.
♃: ...are you sure?
♆: Yeah I'm fine. I just felt a little sick.
♆: I can do...ONE more.
♃: One more.