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SoCo Nightclub. 'Now this is what I call a ma'fuckin' road trip! Hell yeah!' Entourage is the more excited member of The Trio, standing up on his chair Summer and Van are also seated at his table, looking up at him. Summer's 'E! Sit your ass down, man!' Entourage stumbles slightly and drops down into his chair, slamming his Summer leans onto the table to look at him. 'I thought you hated the South.' Entourage leans also. 'It's growing on me.' Summer hides her smile by lifting her drink up to take a sip from her straw. Van interjects, 'I can't believe you two got me out here, wildin' out, before I Entourage reaches over to slap Van on the shoulder. 'Dude. Relax, okay? You Van rolls his eyes, but Entourage is not about to let up. 'I'm serious, V. Look Van rolls his eyes and reluctantly glances around the nightclub. In the midst 'They got you in they sights, man. Look at 'em. They hungry. True Blood.' Van laughs and elbows Entourage. 'I ain't worried 'bout these girls, man.' Summer's pushing back from the table and grabbing her glass. 'Horrible. Who Entourage and Van glance over at her. Summer just looks at both of them. Summer is already twisting and heading off towards the bar, weaving through 'What's up with ya'll, anyway?' E asks, sliding back over into his seat. Van raises an eyebrow. 'Who?' 'You and Summer. You 'bout to get on that or what?' Van shrugs, 'Man, I don't know. She been tryin' get wit' me since we all 'That's that stalker shit.' Van points a warning finger at Entourage, who straightens right up and holds Van is finding it hard to pay attention to whatever it is Entourage is running 'Cuz I mean, you and me? We go way back, man. I ain't trying' to block or Van watches as some sloppy drunk regular leans onto the bar next to Summer 'And I swear to God, it's always Bros Before Hos. Not that I'm saying' Van's eyes narrow, keeping a close eye on Summer's uninterested body 'And I'm sayin' tho', she is lookin' kinda' right tonight. That Lewinksy dress Van pushes back from the table, standing up slowly. He can tell this is about 'Now you know me, I wouldn't even be bringin' this up if I didn't thi--' Entourage lifts his shades and peers this way and that way, trying' to catch 'Aw shit. Van!' The drunk guy grabs at Summer's wrist. She pulls away! 'Don't be touchin' Entourage gets to his feet, trying to catch up with Van. Summer turns her head and her eyes go wide, seeing Van barreling through WHAM! Van's fist crushes the guy's face, lifting him up and over the bar, rolling onto 'GODDAMN!' Entourage is loud as hell, as he watches Van put this punk in his place. He ==== 'That. Shit. Was Fuckin' AMAZIN'! Did you see that shit?!' Entourage is still hype about what just transpired, even if they are back on the Entourage has his Flip Video Camera out and is running off at the mouth at it. 'Yo, this the boy Entourage comin' at you live and direct from somewhere Van just looks at the camera and tilts his head. 'I got a problem with Entourage spins the camera back around to himself and smiles. 'Steve Summer looks up into the rearview mirror and catches Van's eyes. She mouths 'Stop the car.' Van's voice comes from the backseat. Summer looks worried and starts 'Whoa. Wait. Why we stopping'?!' Entourage flips the camera closed and looks Van ignores the jokester, as the car stops thanks to Summer's foot on the 'What the hell?! V?' Entourage is confused. Summer bites her lip, watching as Van throws his bag on and starts walking Entourage is looking from Summer to Van and then back again. 'What the hell Summer's eyes are already tearing up. 'Did you say somethin' to him?' Entourage looks back at Summer. 'What?' 'Did you say somethin'?' 'About what?!' Summer rubs at her eyes and glares at E. It takes a moment before Entourage 'Oh.' Entourage looks back to see Van's getting further and further away. E throws open his door and hops out the car. 'Van! Come on, man! Wait up!' Summer hops out on her side and follows after Entourage. 'Van! Stop! We Entourage chimes in, 'Yet! We didn't do nothing' yet!' Summer shoves Entourage in the shoulder. 'Shut up, idiot!' She takes off in a Van just keeps on walking. 'Come on! We supposed to be best friends! Stop actin' like a big ass baby!' Van stops and turns around. 'Seriously? You wanna' go there? Right now?' Van drops his bag and starts Entourage starts pulling off his jacket. 'I ain't scared of you, V. Just cuz you be Van rolls his eyes. 'If I ain't fight your battles, you wouldn't even be standin' Entourage takes off his shades. 'Why you bringin' up old shit?' Summer slides her way in between them, before they start swinging. 'Hey! 'Ain't shit to say! He gotta' have every girl in the world!' 'You been stringin' her along since high school! She don't have to wait for 'She knows how I feel! Now you got her all confused!' 'Maybe I feel the same way!' 'Since when?!' 'Since Ohio!' Summer's eyes go wide, but she's not looking at either one of her boys. 'Guys! 'I'ma' kick yo' ass, E!' 'Bring that shit, V!' Summer shoves both of them. 'The car!' Both Entourage and Van are forced to look off at the car, which is rolling Entourage looks at Summer, 'Did you forget to…?' Summer's helpless shrug is accompanied by a loud metal crunch. Entourage is Entourage drops his shades to the ground. '… Now see? This is some bullshit, right here.'
Where The Party's At.
and raising his glass in the middle of the crowded nightclub. A few of the
regular club-goers cheer him on as he starts downing his drink. Which
happens to be some fruity concoction.
gaze has an annoyed amusement tinge to it, while Van is just smirking at his
best friend.
empty glass down on the table.
gotta' bust ass tomorrow night. If I lose…'
always workin'. You don't never just have some fun, man! Let's get this shit
in!'
at this. Just look at the club, man.'
of the crowd, there always seems to be a couple of girls looking in his
direction, eyes lit up with recognition. Entourage is up and over, sliding an
arm around Van's shoulders.
the hell taught this chick outta' 'tend?'
'What? This is some weak shit. I'll be back.'
the crowd, to see if she can't talk some sense into this bartender. Entourage
watches her go, but his gaze is different than Van's.
graduated.'
up his hands. 'I'm kidding. Damn. Overprotective ass.' Entourage takes a
breath. 'So uh… hypothermically speaking', right? She's a free agent?'
off at the mouth about, because his eyes are focused on what's going on with
Summer at the moment.
nothing'.'
and starts talking to her. Too closely.
Summer's a ho. But you know I like to rhyme and shit.'
language. Summer holds up a hand to try and wave the drunk guy off, but
he's a bit too persistent.
fittin' her nice.'
to go bad, because that drunk guy is trying to keep Summer boxed in with his
arm.
Entourage finally notices that Van has left the table. 'Uh, V? Van?'
sight of his best mate. He can see the huge guy as he parts the crowd,
walking with determination towards… Summer?
me!'
the crowd towards her and the jerk. She even takes a step back, causing the
jerk to look over…
the other side and landing at the bartender's feet.
grabs Summer's hand. 'Yo, I think we just wore out our welcome.'
road. Summer is the most sober, so she's driving. Meanwhile, Van is in the
back seat, holding a chocolate shake against his knuckles.
down South Carolina! My main man Van just knocked somebody the fuck out!
Like always the out! Like, he can't get no outer!' Entourage whirls around in
the passenger seat and turns the camera on Van. 'Yo! Tell 'em why you mad,
son!'
assholes. People who say one thing but do somethin' else entirely. People
who don't know they boundaries. People who think they can just have
whatever they want, whenever they want, cuz they want it. I hate that shit.'
Van never takes his eyes off the camera. The entire time.
Harrison. This Means You!' Entourage laughs into the camera, 'Take that!
Take that!' E's Diddy impersonation is right there with it.
a 'thanks' to him, but he just rolls his eyes and looks away.
pulling the vehicle to the side.
back at Van. 'You gotta' piss, fool?'
brake. He tosses the shake over the side, then his duffle bag and then he
starts climbing up to hop out the back himself.
away from the car. Down the road.
just happened?! Van, get your ass back here!'
understands.
'Shit.'
didn't even do anything!'
soft jog after VIP. 'Van! I'm sorry!'
squaring off, as Summer and Entourage catch up to him.
knockin' people out, don't mean shit.'
here right now.'
Come on, you two. Stop! We can talk about this.'
your slow ass!'
Hey!'
away, down the other side of the hill it was stopped at the stop of.
the first one to take off running, followed by Summer and Van shortly
thereafter. The three of them line up at the top of the hill, looking down it to
see the Entouragemobile smashed into the pole of a billboard.
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