Three girls are sitting in an apartment at 10:32 one Friday night, watching the Britney Spears Live From Las Vegas DVD (filmed November 18, 2001). GIRL 1 is a former model, who gave up modeling — or what is for most people in the world, including those who attain average success in the business, often not the most fruitful use of time — to go to law school. Back in New York to work for the summer, she finds herself sipping rum punch with GIRL 2 and GIRL 3 in GIRL 2‘s apartment. They make admittedly terrible jokes as they ponder the meaning of Britney’s neon splatter-painted pleather trench coats, and discuss Life before they are tipsy enough to face New York City’s creatures of the nightclubs.
I worry about Dee. Her friends are so bitchy to her.
What the hell, man. Why? She’s so nice to everyone. Didn’t she even clean up the shit a houseguest left in her laundry basket one time when he couldn’t hold it because he’s an idiot?
You’re thinking of me.
Oh. Yeah, you have really high “people” tolerance, too.
They’re really weird to me too. They don’t like me.
They just hate you because you’re hot.
GIRL 3 (looks up from painting toenails)
Obviously they’re jealous. You don’t even live here or see them, though I guess most girls don’t actually have reasons to hate each other…
They’re so cold to me. They’re always giving me dirty looks and trying not to talk to me.
I’m telling you, they have hot envy. It’s pretty simple.
GIRL 2 and GIRL 3, who have been friends with each other for much longer than they have with GIRL 1, look at each other and say in unison: