EXT. FRONT YARD, COLONIAL HOUSE — AFTERNOON

Emily and her friends decorate the house, excited for the opening night of rush. Mia’s the foreman, directing the others, as a popular 90’s song blasts on her phone.

EMILY: (re: song) Omigod. You guys remember this?

BECKY: Freshman year, Sigma Chi.

MIA: Em hooked up with that total a-hole… what was his name again?

BECKY: ‘The Dicker.’

MIA: Yes! I knew it was genital related.

DOTTIE: Asshole’s not a genital. (off Mia’s look) Just saying.

EMILY: That house was kinda rapey, huh?

BECKY: Dude, it was totally rapey. They ply with you Natty Light, then take you downstairs to ‘the room.’

MIA: Yep, that was the move.

DOTTIE: We didn’t have that at our school.

BECKY: That’s ‘cause you didn’t have penises at your school. Had to bus ‘em in like black kids in the 70’s.

MIA: Hey, ya know what? We should throw our own parties.

BECKY: Home court advantage, I like it.

EMILY: Sororities aren’t allowed-

BECKY: Dude, stop. We are NOT playing by their rules anymore. Those days are over. This is our house. Our rules. Our time. We’re Pi Omega, bitches!

MIA: Fuck, yeah!

DOTTIE: (casually shrugs) Uh, yeah. Sure.

EMILY: … We could provide a safe environment, I suppose.

BECKY: Exactly! Any unseemly behavior, you’re out, gone. (beat) Ooh, we can hire the Hell’s Angels!

EMILY: What?

BECKY: I represent one of their guys- real good dude, bullshit charges. They’ll keep things in order.

EMILY: I-I don’t know about…

BECKY: Sure, there’ll be vomit and piss everywhere- boys will be boys- but no walk of shame. Not on our watch.

Emily cracks a grin.

EMILY: I’m really glad we’re doing this.

BECKY/MIA/DOTTIE: Totally!/Absolutely!/Me, too!

They all hug, besties for life, when a Dodge Charger cruises past.. riding shotgun, the cute frat boy- the one who smiled at Emily at the kiosk- snaps a photo of them.

CUTE FRAT BOY: Lookin’ good, ladies!

The girls freeze, stunned. They watch the car speed away…

BECKY: Damn. He was like Jake Ryan in Sixteen Candles.

MIA: … He’s gotta be 18, right?

BECKY: Pedophilia works both ways, dude.

DOTTIE: Yeah, he could be like Dougie Howser, Md.

MIA: (thinks) Dougie wouldn’t cruise sorority row in a Dodge Charger. Nah, I’m good.