After 10 minutes, things cooled down and they were somewhat sober. Andrew, Brian, and Samantha were sitting on the couches towards the back while Allison hung by the statue in the back of the library. Samantha sat next to Andrew with her legs over his lap and Andrew had an arm around her waist.
They were all laughing goofily. "No, no man; you got a middle name?" Andrew laughed, letting his head drop back a little. "Yeah, guess," Brian said. "Oh, maybe David or James?" Samantha asked, giving a goofy smile. "Nope. Good try. How about yours? Leah or something?"
Allison suddenly became intrigued with their conversation and she spoke up, "It's Ralph, as in puke. Sam, yours is Bailey,"
The trio looked up at her in confusion. She started walking towards them. "His birthday is March 12th, you're 5'9½, you weigh 130 lbs and your social security number is 093-38-8091. Samantha, you're 140 lbs, your birthday is October 27th, and your social security number is 538-56-3637," Allison summarized, sitting down beside Brian.
Andrew and Samantha were all impressed by Allison's knowledge of their information. "Whoa, are you psychic?" he asked her. "No," Allison answered bluntly. Samantha and Brian glance at each other, now feeling a bit creeped out that Allison knew that much about them. "Well, would you like to tell us how you know that much about us?" Brian asked. "Yeah, if you're not psychic, how do you know this much?" Samantha added.
Allison reaches into her bag and pulls out their wallets. "I stole your wallets," she said, holding them out in her hand. "Wha?! How'd you get those?" Samantha exclaimed, holding her hand out. Allison tossed Samantha her wallet and she quickly put it in her back pocket after checking it.
Brian had to ask for his back and Allison reluctantly gave it back to him. Brian looks through it to make sure that nothing was missing from it. "Oh, that's great, you're a thief too!" Brian accused. "No, I'm not!" Allison spat back. "How about multi-talented?" Brian continued.
"What's there to steal? Two dollars and a beaver shot?" Allison shrugged. "A what?" Andrew asks in confusion. "There's a nudie picture in there. I saw it and it's perverted," Allison said, smiling sideways. Andrew perked up and said, "Alright, let's see it!" Samantha gave him a smack on the chest.
Meanwhile, Claire was looking through Bender's wallet, mostly the pictures in it. Bender was brushing his teeth with her cosmetic brushes and using one of her mirrors to see what he was doing.
"Are all these your girlfriends?" she asked him. "Some of them," Bender answered, not looking away from the cosmetic mirror. "What about the others?" she asked. "Well, some I consider my girlfriends and some, I just consider," Bender said, enjoying confusing her.
"Consider what?" Claire wondered. "Whether I want to hang out with them or not," Bender told her. "You don't believe in just one guy, and one girl?" Claire asked, getting Bender to look at her. "Do you?" he asked, replying with a question.
"Yea. That's the way it should be," Claire replied. "Well, it wasn't for me," Bender replied, looking at the red-head. "Why not?" Claire asked him. He looked as if he didn't want to answer that so becomes defensive.
"Why do you got so much shit in your purse?" he asked Claire, without responding. "Why do you got so many girlfriends?" she shot back. "I asked you first," Bender replied to Claire.
"I dunno. I guess I never throw anything away," Claire said with a shrug. "Neither do I," Bender said, rolling his eyes.
Back with Andrew, Brian, Samantha, and Allison, they are looking at their wallets. "Wow, this is the worst fake ID I've ever seen," Andrew said with a smirk. Brian laughed at that. "Do you realize that you made yourself sixty-eight?" Andrew asked.
"Oh, I know, I know, I goofed it…" Brian said. "Why do you need a fake ID? So you can get into all the bars in town or what?" Samantha joked, looking at Brian's wallet, her eyes looking from him to the wallet. "Nah, so I can vote!" Brian replied like it's obvious.
"Is yours fake too, Sam?" Andrew asked. "Heh, no, Andy. It's as real as you can make it. Unlike Brian here, I don't got the balls to make one," Sam replied with a sassy grin. "But you got the balls to tell off Vernon," Andrew said, smiling wide at her. "Yep, I sure do. No adult is gonna get the best of me," she replied, kissing him on the cheek. He blushed deep red when she did that.
"You wanna see what's in my bag?" Allison said, looking up suddenly. "No," Brian, Andrew, and Samantha say in unison. Allison looks hurt and then resentful. Just to spite them, she turns her bag over and lets out all of its contents. They all looked on in disbelief when they saw how much stuff fell out of it.
"Holy shit, what is all this stuff?" Andrew asked. Brian starts looking through the pile. "Do you always carry that much shit in your bag, Allison? Are you planning to travel somewhere?" Samantha asks, looking at the basket case. "Yeah… I always carry this much shit in my bag… you never know when you may have to jam," she replies.
Brain leans over to her and he asked, "Are you gonna be like a shopping bag lady? You know like, sit in the alleyways and talk to buildings, wear men's shoes, that kinda thing?" Allison blows some hair out of her face. "I'll do what I have to," she replied.
"Why do you have to do anything?" Brian asked. "My home life is un… satisfying," Allison says with feeling. "So you're saying you'd subject yourself to the violent dangers of the Chicago streets because your home life is unsatisfying?" Brian pressed on.
"I don't have to run away and live on the street. I can run away to the ocean, I can go to the country, to the mountains, Israel, Africa, and Afghanistan…" Allison elaborated, tears rising up in her eyes. Brian looks at her and then leans over to Andrew and Samantha.
"Andy, Sam, you guys wanna get in on this? Allison here says, she wants to run away, because her home life is unsatisfying," Brian says to them. "Well, everyone's home lives are unsatisfying… if it wasn't, people would live with their parents forever," Andrew says.
Samantha understood where Andrew was getting at. She even understood Allison's struggle because her home life sucked just as much. "I understand how she feels. Sometimes, I think about running away too, just to get away from it all," she said, slightly pulling down the sleeve that has the scars from her cuts.
Andrew saw this and pulled her hand away from her sleeve, holding it gently. "Yeah, but I think hers goes beyond, you know, what guys like you and me… consider normal unsatisfying," Brain said. "What does that make me, Brian?" Samantha asked.
"Nevermind… forget it, everything's cool!" Allison blurted, shaking her head. She starts to put everything in her bag as fast as she could. "What's the deal?" Andrew asked. "No! There's no deal, Sporto! Forget it, leave me alone!" Allison spat.
Samantha became concerned and got up. She walked over to the basket case and kneeled down in front of her. "There's gotta be a reason why you're carrying this much shit in your bag. I know what it's about. You want to run away or make people think you're running away," Samantha asked, being a bit more stern than she meant to be.
"She's right. Is that your reason for all of this?" Andrew added. Allison has had enough of their prodding. She didn't want to explain her personal business to them. "Both of you eat shit!" she snarled, getting up and storming off away from them.
Samantha gets to her feet and stares off where Allison went off to. "That girl is an island with herself, okay?" Brian said. Andrew gets up and starts going after Allison, but not without stopping by Samantha. "Go talk to her, Andy. I'll stay with Brian," Samantha said. Andrew pulls her into a kiss before going after Allison.
Samantha sits down on the seat where Andrew and her were sitting. "So… is your life unsatisfying like hers? Do you want to run away like her?" Brian asks, leaning forward. Samantha looks over at him with raised brows. "Sometimes I do… I… I want to do more than that," Samantha said honestly.
"Do more than that? You don't mean…" Brian said, sounding sympathetic. Samantha shook her head and covered her face. "No, I don't want to get into it. Let's just keep it to ourselves, okay?" Samantha said, trying to hold back tears, albeit it was hard.
A few minutes pass by before Andrew returns. Samantha stands up and walks over to him. His eyes were glassy. "What's wrong, Andy? Did you talk to her?" she asked. He nodded, running a hand through his sandy hair.
"She told me that her parents neglect her. They ignore her," Andrew answered. Samantha felt her heart ache when she heard that. 'So… her family is like mine… Poor girl…' she thought empathetically, tearing up at the thought. Andrew pulled Samantha in for another hug, his chin atop her head.
A little while later all six of them sat in a circle on the second floor of the library. Samantha sat on Andrew's right, holding each other's hands. Brian was on Samantha's right side, Claire beside Brian, Bender in front of her, and Allison between him and Andrew.
They were asking each other what they'd do for a million bucks. "Andy, what would you do for a million bucks?" Samantha asked, looking up at him with a smile. "What would I do? I guess I'd do as little as possible," he replied, laughing a little.
"Aw, c'mon, there's gotta be something you'd wanna do," Samantha chuckled, nudging him to the left a little bit. "Well, how am I supposed to answer?" he asked, laughing. "The idea is to, like, search your mind for the absolute limit. Like… would you drive to school naked?" Claire asked. Andrew and Samantha laughed.
"Would I have to get out of the car?" he asked. "Of course!" Claire laughed. "Would I join him?" Samantha asked, making him blush. "If you want to," Claire shrugged.
"In the spring or winter?" Andrew asked, trying to hide his red face. "It doesn't matter, spring," Claire replied. "In front of the school or in the back?" Andrew asked. "Either one," she elaborated.
Andrew rubbed the back of his neck and blushed. "Look at you, being bashful," Samantha joked. Andrew makes a face at her. "I'd do it!" Allison said. The group looks at her. "I'll do anything sexual. I don't need a million dollars to do it,"
"Are you serious?" Samantha said in disbelief, lifting her knees. "Yeah, I am. I've done just about everything there is except a few things that are illegal," Allison declared with a shrug, "I'm a nymphomaniac,"
Samantha honestly couldn't tell if she was lying or not andthe tone in her voice didn't exactly help neither. "Liar!" Claire snapped. "Are your parents aware of this?" Brian asked in concern. Samantha couldn't help but smile, Brain was a sweet guy.
"The only person I told was my shrink," Allison told the group. "What'd you do when you told him?" Andrew asks, looking at her. "He nailed me," Allison said. Samantha cringed when she said that, despite it being a lie probably.
If Sam were ever to lay anyone, she'd want it out of love and respect. She knew that Andrew wouldn't put her under that kind of pressure. Claire made a face of disgust, Brian's mouth was hung open a little, and Andrew kept staring at her. "I don't think what he did can be construed as rape since I paid him," Allison said.
"You know, if there was a list of people you shouldn't lay, your shrink would be at the top," Samantha commented. "Yeah, he's an adult," Claire agreed.
"Yeah, and he's married too," Allison said, a smug look on her face. She is obviously relishing this attention. Claire noted her disgust. "Ugh, do you have any idea how disgusting that is?" Claire said.
"The first few times," Allison admitted. "First few times? Meaning you did it with him more than once?" Claire asked, not even hiding her disgust. "Sure," Allison said. "Are you crazy?" Claire spat back.
"Obviously she's crazy if she's screwing her shrink," Brian piped in, shaking his head. Allison leaned closer, her eyes catching Claire. "Have you ever done it?" she asked.
"I don't even have a psychiatrist," Claire replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Have you ever done it with a normal person?" Allison specified. "Didn't we go over this?" Claire asked, rolling her eyes. "You never answered the question," Bender said, finding himself to not be a mute after all.
"Yeah, you keep avoiding it. There's no need to be shy about it," Samantha said, leaning against Andrew, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Look, I'm not gonna discuss my private life with total strangers," she argued back. "It's kind of a double-edged sword, isn't it?" Allison asked. Claire was clueless at what she said.
"Well, if you haven't… you're a prude. If you say you have… you're a slut. It's a trap. You want to, but you can't, but when you do, you wish you hadn't, right?" Allison explained what she meant by that. "Wrong…" Claire said.
"Or are you a tease?" Allison kept going. "She's a tease," Andrew said. "Oh, why don't you forget it?" Claire whined. "Oh, come on, Claire! The fact you're acting like this is blatantly hilarious," Samantha commented.
"You're a tease and you know it, all girls are teases!" Andrew proclaimed, getting an elbow to the ribs by Samantha. "I don't do anything!" Claire protested. "That's why you're a tease," Allison commented.
"Well, let me ask you a few questions," Claire snapped in an exasperated tone. Allison becomes defensive. "I already told you everything!" she said quickly. "No! Doesn't it bother you that you sleep around without being in love? I mean, don't you want any respect?" Claire questioned.
"Come on now, there's many reasons to sleep with someone and not love them," Samantha commented, getting a shoulder squeeze from Andrew. "I don't screw to get respect. That's the difference between you and me," Allison answered. "Not the only difference, I hope," Claire scoffed.
"Face it, you're a tease," Bender commented. "I'm not a tease!" Claire snapped. "Sure you are. You said it yourself. Sex is a weapon, you use it to get respect," Bender pointed out with a shrug. "No, I never said that, she twisted my words around," Claire complained.
"Oh, then what do you use it for?" Bender said. "I don't use it, period," Claire said in defense, sounding like she was on the verge of tears. "Oh, are you medically frigid or is it psychological?" John retorts, making it obvious that he was enjoying himself. "I didn't mean it that way! You guys are putting words into my mouth!" Claire shouted, starting to become frustrated.
Then, everybody started talking all at once, overwhelming the red-head. They wanted her to answer the question about laying anybody. "NO! I never did it!" Claire screamed in defense. That made everyone shut up.
