Mickey grabs a beer from the fridge. Thinks long and hard about whether or not she should take one for Garrett too. Decides to put them both away, and pours them each a glass of orange juice instead.
Pia comes home, looking pissed off and exhausted.
Mickey: Hey! How was work?
Pia: I had to wear this giant, like, plastic dress thing with a bunch of little slits in it, and then they locked champagne flutes into them like a puzzle. And I was also on rollerblades. So basically I was a giant drink tray on wheels. For 6 hours.
Mickey: Wow, cool!
Pia: No, Mickey, it was awful! At one point this guy grabbed a champagne from one of the slots and said to his friends, “see, this is why you send your daughters to college!” And they all thought it was hilarious, of course. I have a phD!
Mickey: Yeah, in Peace Studies.
Pia: Which is exactly why I didn’t punch that motherfucker in the head.
Mickey: Don’t you think therapy would have been cheaper than another 3 years of school?
Pia: I don’t need therapy! Hey- what are you doing up so late? Why are you drinking orange juice? Oh my gosh, do you have someone over?
Mickey: Maybe. Maybe not.
Suddenly Garrett enters from Mickey’s room. He looks young. Not even 20.
Pia: Oh, wow. Hi.
Mickey hands him a glass.
Garrett: Does it have pulp?
Mickey reads the label on the bottle.
Mickey: Mmm, yes.
Garrett: No thanks, I don’t like pulp in my orange juice.
Pia: I do.
She pours herself a glass of vodka and dumps the orange juice on top.
They sit in awkward silence.
Mickey: So… what are you gonna do now?
Garrett: I dunno. Probably keep hanging out with you.
He grabs a beer and heads back to Mickey’s room.
Mickey: Cool. Cool cool cool.
Pia: Wooooooooooooow. He’s like, 20!
Mickey: No Pia, he’s 18.
Pia: WHAT, why?
Mickey: Because now that I’m 36, I can technically sleep with someone half my age. So I did. Because there’s absolutely nothing else special about being 36.
Pia: Where did you even meet an 18 year old?
She pulls a beer from the fridge. And then takes the whole case and heads to her room.
Pia gets her phone from her purse.
Pia: I should learn how to use Snapchat.