the questionable bathroom at pour decisions bar, san myshuno, 11:42pm
carson peeks out to see a sleeping karlie. he slips back into the bathroom
carson: i think she’s asleep? man if i still drank this girl would be up my alley…(chuckles) ..anyways, make sure she gets home safe. you know where she lives?
russ: (confused) why would i know that?
carson: god, don’t you people do any research?
elliot: (slowly) dude, you know where all your dates live? like, their addresses?
carson: i want to know what i’m getting into. there’s nothing wrong with that…
elliot: (rolls eyes) of course the creep who keeps a dating spreadsheet and manual would think that low-key stalking is ok…
carson: (defensive) i’m just asking what neighbourhood they live in. im not riffling through their trash or anything.(turns to russ) just check her id. she might have an address on that.
russ: (disgusted) this sounds a little too routine for you, carson.
carson: (sighs) not every date is a winner, man…
elliot: we’re not rifling through a stranger’s items to get them home.
russ: we can call a cab…? have them take her home?
carson: (appalled) what’s wrong with you? you can’t just dump people in cabs when you don’t want to deal with them! that’s terrible!
elliot: (shrugs) we did that with you all the time.
carson: (annoyed) i know and it absolutely sucked, you dirt bags. (turns to russ) don’t do that to her. you can’t have her passed out in the back of some strange cab. pick one, either go through her stuff, find her address and take her home. or wait till she sobers up and take her home. either way, make sure she gets home safely.
russ: (nervously) what if she thinks i’m a creep.
carson: you’re either a complete asshole for letting her go in that condition or a creep for making sure she gets home safe. i’d rather be the latter.
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