EXT. BACKYARD, COLONIAL HOUSE — NIGHT

Emily and her friends quaff margaritas, in high spirits. Emily’s on her laptop, searching for something…

BECKY: You have any idea how dorky we are right now? We are literally Googling the Greek alphabet.

EMILY: Ooh, I like pi.

BECKY: Pi’s good.

MIA: Eh, too many carbs.

DOTTIE You know it’s not food, right? It stands for 3.14-

BECKY: Dude, don’t harsh the buzz.

DOTTIE: I can go 10 deep.

MIA: I can go 12. Any more? Gag reflex.

Becky bumps fists with her. Dottie eyes them strangely.

EMILY: … Okay, definitely not mu.

BECKY: I think we can all agree on that.

EMILY: Beta.

MIA: Eww, like Betamax? Swipe left.

DOTTIE: Kinda appropriate, though. Just saying.

EMILY: Alpha? Alpha’s not bad.

BECKY: Too guyish. (burps) Alpha male, alpha dog…

MIA: I’ll swipe right on pi, but we need something cool to balance it out.

EMILY: Delta.

MIA: Like the airline? Hell, no!

DOTTIE: Well, actually, it means… (off Becky’s glare) Screw you guys.

EMILY: Omega?

MIA: Yes! Boom!

DOTTIE: How is that a boom?

MIA: Uh, Omega-3’s. Duh.

EMILY: I don’t really know what that is.

MIA: No one knows what it is! Who cares, it’s healthy. Done.

EMILY: Hmm, ‘Pi Omega.’

BECKY: That’s not terrible, actually.

DOTTIE: Pecan pie and fish oil.

MIA: Sort of a ying yang kinda thing.

DOTTIE: Did you say ‘ying?’

EMILY: Ooh, I gotta call Linds.

Thrilled and tipsy, Emily dials a number on her phone…

EMILY: Oh- hey! You answered. Guess what? We’re starting a sorority!

LINDSAY V.O.: You’re… what?

EMILY: I texted you I was going back to school.

LINDSAY V.O.: Yeah. Weird but understandable.

EMILY: Well, it’s a long story- I’ll tell you later- but… Becks and the girls, we’re gonna start a sorority. Isn’t that awesome?

LINDSAY V.O.: Not the word that comes to mind.

EMILY: Hey, so, whaddya think would be a cool name? We’re thinking Pi Omega.

LINDSAY V.O.: Hmm… how do you say ‘mid-life crisis’ in Greek? I’d go with that.

And just like, Emily’s exuberance is shattered.