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.

GIRL 1

I worry about Dee. Her friends are so bitchy to her.

GIRL 2

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?

GIRL 1

You’re thinking of me.

GIRL 2

Oh. Yeah, you have really high “people” tolerance, too.

GIRL 1

They’re really weird to me too. They don’t like me.

GIRL 2

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…

GIRL 1

They’re so cold to me. They’re always giving me dirty looks and trying not to talk to me.

GIRL 2

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:

Henvy.

Fin.