CALVIN: …so, cruising 101. First things first: you take your ass down to Pink Pony Club on the beach strip. On the corner. It's where all the guys go. The first three floors are for shaking your ass. The top floor, the lounge? That…is for cruising.

HOWIE: Cruising? CALVIN: Yeah, y'know, picking people up. I'm sure you know how to do that? HOWIE: Well, I dunno…

CALVIN: Trust me. Even if you're not actively doing it, know that you are getting cruised when you get up there. It's like…code. HOWIE: Guys are gonna be checking me out? CALVIN: Well yeah, you're hot, dude. Fuck--you're making me derail! HOWIE: (chuckles) Sorry.

CALVIN: …you're cool. I'm Calvin. How about you? ???: Oh, me?

Veranda Villa - Hunter's apartment

HOWIE: ...what's that? CALVIN: I'll tell you later. for now? condoms. and…please text me if you go anywhere. Alright? HOWIE: …alright. thanks, Cal.

CALVIN: Heed my advice and all should go well! And I expect you to tell me everything at our next debfrief. HOWIE: Everything?

CALVIN: Yes, everything, jesus Howie. It's like you don't even know what bro code is.

Much later

CALVIN: Hey, there he is. How was it? HOWIE: It was…good, I guess. CALVIN: You guess? HOWIE: Yeah, just kinda wanna lay down though now, sorry Cal.

CALVIN: You okay, Howie? …Howie? [SFX: Door shuts] …okay then…

[SFX: Calvin's phone ringing]

HUNTER: …hm. …Hello.

HOWIE: Fucking hell, Calvin, you finally picked up. Listen to me--where the hell are you right now? Drop everything, I'm coming to see you, and we're going to go over this until everything's fucking fixed, or one of us passes out. Do you understand me? I'm tired of this, Calvin.

HOWIE, over the phone: Calvin? Calvin? (sigh) Come on, man! HUNTER: Wow…you are really fucking annoying.

HOWIE: …who the fuck is this? HUNTER: Got Calvin's phone. He can't come to it right now. He's preoccupied. You're probably Howie, aren't you? HOWIE: Yes, I'm Howie--give the phone to Calvin right now. Please?

HUNTER: Ah, I can't. But…if you hurry, maybe you can get him before he bleeds out. HOWIE: …what?

CALVIN: What--Hunter, the fuck are you doing man?! HUNTER: Thinking I'd rather have a drink right now, actually. CALVIN: Fuck are you talking about?!

CALVIN: You're a freak, dude, what the fuck-- HUNTER: Hope you live through this, Calvin. You're pretty cute.

[SFX: Phone ringing…]

VOICEMAIL: Hey, you've reached Calvin. I can't come to the phone right now… HOWIE: (Tsk) Bloody oath, Cal.

CALVIN: Nnnnghh--!

[SFX: Pounding heartbeat] CALVIN: Nn…fuck…

The Docks

[SFX: Light rain sounds…] [SFX: Off-key humming]

(bar name)

[SFX: Light jazz; lively chatter]

HOWIE: …how about a negroni, then? BARTENDER: Coming right up, handsome.

HUNTER: …hmm…hmm… CALVIN: Hunter? I asked what you thought? HUNTER: About the Howie thing? CALVIN: Yeah, the Howie thing, what else would it be about? HUNTER: Oh. I dunno. It sucks I guess.

CALVIN: You are so fucking bad at this, man. HUNTER: You're asking the guy who absolutely rejects relationships like they're a gigantic knife about to kill me. Are you dense? CALVIN: (sighs) Yes, and I ruined my relationship with Howie because of it. HUNTER: Like, so what?

CALVIN: Well, he's my friend, and I ruined what we had? What d'you mean so what? Do you have any actual real friends, man? HUNTER: (shrugs) I came out here with you, didn't I? CALVIN: When you thought we were going to fuck. HUNTER: Which I'm still waiting for. (mutters) Fuckin' out here talking about your feelings and shit.