Outside, they lean on Jordan's car; Jordan upends the flask, then passes it back to Rayanne, telling her to take it before he finishes it. She muddles that he can have as much as he wants: "I'm drunk." Jordan is too, but "not enough." After struggling over the words for a moment, he asks who Rayanne's "here with." "If you mean Angela, she didn't come," Rayanne laughs, then adds sulkily, "Just like usual." Jordan wants to ask Rayanne something, but Rayanne isn't listening; she crabs that "it wasn't even [her] idea…to audition for the stupid play. It was Angela's," and adds that she "could never be Emily." Emily who, Jordan asks. Rayanne explains that it's a part in the stupid play, and sighs that "it was just wishful thinking, though, I could never be her." But which "her" could she possibly mean? "Angela…could be her," Rayanne says. Close-up of a pensive Jordan as Rayanne continues, "She's exactly like Angela, I…you know, she's so innocent, but she, like, doesn't, know she's innocent?" "Yeah," Jordan whispers, his eyes doing that drunken unsteady-focus thing. Rayanne says that Emily always says things like, "My, isn't the moonlight terrible?" "Yeah, she's always sayin' innocent stuff like that," Jordan murmurs shakily. Rayanne mushily tries to explain that she meant Emily, but gives up. Jordan asks if Angela likes Corey "or what." Rayanne shrugs with her eyes: "I dunno. It's hard to say." Jordan says that sometimes, he really thinks he knows Angela, "and then it'll be like…like we're total strangers." "I know," Rayanne sighs. Then she elbows him, jollying him out of it: "Hey, Catalano. It's cool." He turns towards her; suddenly, he's giving her The Look. "Hi," he breathes. Rayanne locks onto The Look and returns it: "Hey." He leans towards her a little bit; she looks from his eyes to his mouth and back again. He reaches up to brush a lock of hair away from her forehead, then touches her cheek with his fingers, and she rubs her face into his hand like a cat. At last, he comes in for the kiss, and she throws her arms around his shoulders to kiss him back, and the camera comes in at them from different angles to reinforce the sensation of intoxicated disorientation. Jordan reaches down to open the door of the car. They break apart; Rayanne sips her beer. Jordan opens the door and leans against it, leaving Rayanne room to get into the car, and he looks breathless and sick. Shot of Rayanne looking scared; another swig of beer. She wipes her mouth. She wipes her mouth again. Then, out of focus and slow, she ducks into the back seat of the car. Quickly to black-and-white, then back to color as Rayanne's silhouette settles itself in the back seat. Jordan looks around, then follows Rayanne in, and their silhouette disappears below the window line. Black-and-white of the same vignette. Brian lowers the viewfinder and twitches in discomfort.