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.
EMILY: Um, 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 loudly) Alpha male, alpha dog…
MIA: I’ll swipe right on pi, but we need something cool to balance it out.
EMILY: Delta?
MIA: Ugh, 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 does! Who cares? It’s healthy.
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.
BECKY: Uh, you might wanna wait on that.

Too late. Thrilled and tipsy, Emily calls Lindsay…

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

And just like, Emily’s exuberance vanishes. Poof. Becky grumbles, wishing she hadn’t made the freaking call.