I-I don’t know what you can do. Nothing is gonna change anything, nothing is gonna help unless you let me drink tonight.
But I can do this…
I love you, Demetri. Always will.
I never thought you were dumb or ditzy, but I’ve learned my lesson, I won’t underestimate you again.
Gee, thanks, babe.
Seriously, though…tell me what I can do for you. I’ll do anything you want.
Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t catch that. Fine, I promise to lay off all alcohol for the rest of the night.
I’m not as dumb and ditzy as I used to be—especially about you. Don’t underestimate me, Santos. But thank you.
I promise to lay off the vodka for the rest of the night.
Not just vodka. All of the alcohol.
Only if you promise not to run off to some Pure’s house.
…Fine, I won’t drink anymore tonight.
But I need you to promise.
A Pure?! No, if you want to leave then leave but you aren’t staying with a Pure. I’ll get you a hotel room.
I’m not asking for your permission.
Tell you what. You put down the alcohol for the rest of the night, I won’t stay with Roger. Deal?
Who’s Roger…you know don’t answer that. If you want to stay with him then fine, I’m not stopping you.
I’ll answer anyway. Roger’s a Pure. Have a good night, Demetri. Call me if you need me to pull you out of a gutter anywhere.
She was only telling me stuff I already knew. Please…just leave me alone, I have work to do.
Alright, fine. Whatever, Demetri. I told you I’d leave whenever you told me to. Maybe I should just stay at Roger’s for tonight and give you your space.
I’m not asking for your permission, so I’ll drink as much as I damn well please. [grabs a different bottle and begins to drink some more.]
[grabs the sides of his face and wipes his tears away] Ssshh, just look at me, okay? Look…I…I overheard Nina talking to you earlier. It’s not true, Demetri. It’s not. She’s just hurting—she’s angry at everything and blaming everyone. It’s not your fault.