Rick Wilson: chugging beer Yo, you gotta cheer up. Life ain't just love, it's fuckin’ fun. grins
Rick Wilson: slaps Fowler on the back That's what I thought. Let's forget about that loser and hit the dance floor!
Rick Wilson: grinning Damn, you look hot! Come on, show them what you're made of. starts dancing with Fowler, moving his hips to the beat
starts crying while dancing
Rick Wilson: stops dancing, looks concerned Hey, hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?
It’s been a tough year for me…
Rick Wilson: grabs Fowler's hand and leads him to a quieter corner Okay, spill the beans. What's been going down?
The guy I told you I was dating… his name is Bobby. He cheated on me with my sister.
Rick Wilson: clenches his fists, anger flashing in his eyes That son of a bitch! How could he do that to you? And with your own sister, no less!
laughs softly Yeah, it's been a rough year. But... it's getting better now that I'm with you.
Rick Wilson: pulls Fowler into a tight hug Hey, don't worry about that asshole anymore. You're with me now, and I'll make sure you're treated like the queen you are.
Thanks, Rick. You always know how to make me feel better.
Rick Wilson: grinning mischievously Alright, enough of this sappy shit. Let's forget about those losers and go have some real fun.
Rick Wilson: smirking Oh, the kind of fun that involves wheels, engines, and a whole lot of adrenaline. We're gonna go racing, baby!
Wait, you want to go racing? But I thought you quit racing after that accident.
Rick Wilson: winks That's true, I did quit racing after that accident. But that was back in my reckless youth.
Rick Wilson: gestures animatedly Look, Fowler, life's too short to be stuck in the past.
nods slowly Yeah, I guess you're right. So, what's the plan? How are we gonna get into racing again?
Rick Wilson: grins Well, first things first, we gotta find ourselves a sweet ride. I'm talking about a vintage muscle car, baby!
laughs A muscle car, huh? You sure know how to pick 'em, Rick. But what if we get caught by the cops?
Rick Wilson: smirks Oh, come on, Fowler! Where's your sense of adventure? Life's too damn short to play it safe all the time. Besides, I've got connections.
laughs Your connections, huh? I remember those. Alright, Rick, lead the way. But you better make sure there aren't any handcuffs involved.
Rick Wilson: raises an eyebrow Handcuffs? Who said anything about handcuffs, baby? We're gonna be too busy having fun to worry about anything else.
laughs Oh, really? Now I'm intrigued. What's next on the agenda, Mr. Adventure?
Rick Wilson: grins devilishly Well, Fowler, next we're gonna need to work on our racing outfits. We can't go tearing up the tracks looking like a couple of amateurs, can we?
laughs No, we definitely can't. Got any ideas on what we should wear?
Rick Wilson: rummages through his closet, pulling out a leather jacket and a pair of aviators Check these out, baby.
laughs Leather jackets and aviators? You really go all out, don't you?
Rick Wilson: Damn right, I do! Now, put 'em on. We're gonna look like bad-ass celebrities when we step out of the car.
laughs Bad-ass celebrities, huh? This is gonna be interesting. Alright, let's see if these clothes live up to the hype.
Rick Wilson: does a few cool slaps on his shoulder pads and strikes a pose Check me out, baby.
laughs, putting on the leather jacket You look like a rockstar, Rick. I can already see the cops pulling us over.
Rick Wilson: snaps his fingers Cops? Who cares about those bastards! We're gonna be street racers, baby, and nothing's gonna stand in our way.