Steven tells Trishelle that he's lived in five different states and been to twenty-four schools. He just made that up. I can believe the states thing, but twenty-four schools? Come on. Trishelle guesses that he's probably never had a girlfriend before. Steven admits that he's had a few, and that he's actually married right now. At first, I was surprised that Trishelle wasn't more shocked, but then I realized that in Cutoff, most people probably have a couple of ex-spouses by the age of thirty, so it's no big deal to her. Steven says that he was supposed to be divorced last month, but doesn't supply why it didn't happen, and adds that he got married at the Paris Hotel in Vegas. Trishelle asks if he was drunk when they got married. Heh. Steven says that he and his wife planned the whole thing out and even invited friends and family along. In an interview, Steven says that his wife's name is Christy. Steven tells Trishelle that one day he came home from school and found a note from his wife. Trishelle laughs because Steven got a Dear John letter. Yeah, that's hilarious! His marriage broke up! Ha ha ha! Ha? Steven points out where he got married. Steven and Trishelle decide to stick their heads out of the sunroof to see the sights of Vegas.
Arissa gets into a limo bus and meets up with Frank. She asks where he's from, and he tells her that he's from Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. Frank explains that it's "no place big at all," and that Vegas is quite a change for him. Arissa looks uncomfortable as she twirls her hair. I think Frank is creepy. He's got dead eyes, like a shark, and he stares a minute too long. He's also very bony. His face is all right angles. In an interview, Frank says that the only things in his town are "cows, Amish people, and lots of people just like [him]." That sounds pretty cool, except for the last part. Imagine a town full of creepy Franks. That's so Village of the Damned. Arissa says that she's from Boston, which is "not anything big." Boston? Isn't big? Hello? Frank shares my incredulity, and explains that there are only six stoplights in his town. He lists them off. Six? Dude, my hometown has zero stoplights. There's a big monument in the middle of town that confuses visitors to no end, but not one stoplight. I think there's a flashing yellow in the next town over, but that's as good as it gets. I'm not even sure there's a four-way stop. Arissa can't believe it. About Frank's town, not mine.