[Bright & Cheery Music would be playing, as the episode title would pop up on the screen.]
Episode Two: "The Wrath Of A Drunken Girl Scorned."
-All the girls would be asleep still, but Charlene & Vivian.
Charlene: See, this is the exact reason why i don't drink heavily. I had a couple of beers & a shot last night, but not enough to get piss ass drunk & slobbered to still be asleep. It is 1 in the afternoon & these girls are still asleep.
Charlene's Interview: These girls are definitely a couple of rowdy ones. They're all still asleep & probably all still drunk. Like, really girls? *She'd laugh.* Y'all can go ahead and do yourselves.
Vivian: Right, though? Aye, i'm not 'gone front. I already had some misconcieved notions about you. I don't really like them country, hillbilly type of chicks. But, you straight, ma. You a pretty chill girl. And, i just wanted to say i'm sorry for thinking that about you.
Charlene: *She'd laugh, nodding her head.* Everyone that's not from the south thinks that about me, like they automatically think that because i dress southern & talk southern that i'm a unclassy type of chick. I mean, i am very deep rooted into my country side. But, i still know how to act. You know? I'm chill til you try me & THAT'S when we'll have a problem, till then, i'm a nice girl.
Vivian: Right, i agree. I'm the same way, nice until you make me otherwise.
-A few hours would go by, and the girls would all be getting ready to go to an early dinner.
Sahara's Interview: So last night, i drank like a dirty sailor with these girls in the backyard, and i feel like shit. But, i'm gonna go out to dinner with the girls & go to a nice club here.
-The girls would arrive at a Mexican Cuisine Place. They'd all order food, and some drinks.
Vivian: So, how y'all feeling? All of y'all was dead asleep this morning, it was only me & Charlene awake. *She'd laugh, taking a bite of her enchilada.*
Ashlee: I feel like serious shit. Like, my head is pounding right now, i would take some medicine, but i lowkey think i still have some shit left inside of me. *She'd laugh.*
-The girls would all laugh.
Vivian's Interview: I definitely think that Ashlee's a little extra, like she KNEW good and well to stop drinking last night, we all told her she had like 8 shots back to back, and then a margarita when i first met her in her hand & then god knows what else she threw back. She seems a bit like an alcoholic, and i hope she knows what she's doing. That's all...
-The girls would all be getting along, having polite dinner conversation. They'd all pay for their food, and go back to the mansion, getting dressed for a night out. They'd get into the limo, arriving at a "The Pink Kitty"
| The Pink Kitty |
-Hip Hop Trap Music would be playing, the girls would be dancing in the club. Some would be drinking, especially Ashlee. She'd already be fuck faced drunk.
Vivian: Really? *She'd roll her eyes.*
Charlene: What's wrong, dude?
Vivian: That bitch is ALREADY drunk. We just got here an hour ago.
Charlene: Really, dude?
Vivian: YES! Look at that bitch. *She'd point to a stumbling Ashlee at the bar.* I'm so over this chick, it's only night two, and i'm over her.
Charlene: Damn, dude. *She'd walk over to Ashlee.*
Ashlee: What's wrong? Why are you beside me, bitch? *She'd look cross eyed.*
Charlene: Hold on, now watch who you calling a bitch, dude. I'm just trying to check on you, and make sure you're good.
Ashlee: Oh, fuck you! BITCH! *She'd attempt to throw her little bit of vodka in her cup at Charlene, but it'd go on the bartender.*
Charlene: DUDE! YOU NEED TO CHILL THE FUCK OUT! You're being messy as fuck, man.
Ashlee: I told you to get out my face, bitch! *She'd push her, but Charlene wouldn't even move, Charlene would grab her arm, slinging her on the ground.*
Charlene: Fuck you, dude. The fuck out of here, man. *She'd walk out of the club.*
Charlene's Interview: Here i go, trying to be a nice girl & check on Ashlee and make sure she's okay, and that no dude was taking advantage of her at the club or something. And she wants to cuss at me, attempt to throw a drink on me and push me? Fuck that bitch. I told her she should know how to control her damn liquor.
-Vivian would follow her, seeing what's wrong.
Vivian: You alright, chick?
Charlene: Dude, no! That bitch really fucking tried it. She came at me, when i was trying to be a nice person and check on her. I'm about to dog that bitch, bro.
Vivian: Nah, don't even worry about her. Just let it go.
-The girls would get kicked out, due to Ashlee's altercation, throwing the drink on the bartender.
| LIMO |
Sahara: You really need to chill out, man. Like, honestly i'm annoyed right now because of you.
Ashlee: And i don't care, fuck you.
Sahara: Really? Okay. It's fine.
Ashlee: It is fine? Hm.. *She'd shake her head, drunkenly. She'd look a bit crazy.*
-The limo would arrive at the mansion. Charlene would pack her things up, rooming with Vivian.
Charlene: I can't stay in that bitch's room.
Sahara: It's fine, switch with me. I'll stay with her, i don't mind dealing with her.
-The two would switch rooms. A few minutes later, Charlene & Vivian would be in the hallway talking, Ashlee would roll her eyes, BUMPING past Charlene. The editing would replay the bump clearly, and Charlene would look at Ashlee.
Charlene: Hey, now! We don't wanna do that now, don't bump past me like that. You starting some shit, girl.
Ashlee: What? What did i do?
Charlene: JUST WHAT I SAID.
Ashlee: What? Y'all in the doorway of MY ROOM.
Charlene: AND? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! It's my fucking house, too, man!
-Charlene would follow Ashlee, the camera's editing would disort the view.
Charlene: Listen. Don't RUSH PAST ME like that again! You bumping into me, like you got a fucking problem, what's your problem, dude? Huh?
Ashlee: Bitch, get out of my face. *She'd put her hand up.*
-Charlene would grab her hand.*
Charlene: Put it down, i will fucking slam you dog. Don't do it!
Ashlee: What? What bitch? Slam me. Do it.
-The camera would replay "Slam me. Do it" in slow motion, as Charlene would flip Ashlee on the ground, easily.
Charlene's Interview: I really tried to be nice to the girl, but she kept on, and kept on. Bitch, i'm small & skinny. But i ride horses & cattles and shit. Been doing that since i was 8 years old, if i can handle a 900 some pound horse, i can handle a little 120 pound girl.
-The girls would stop the altercation, as Ashlee would get up. She'd look embarrassed, but pissed off.
Ashlee: Really bitch? Really?
Ashlee's Interview: Don't speak or talk to me like i'm a child. You're not going to embarrass me or punk me out. I will fight you, believe that.
-Ashlee would run over to Charlene aggressively, as Charlene would grab her before Ashlee could grab her. Charlene would grab Ashlee's hair, flipping her onto the ground, getting ontop of her and punching her in the head.
Vivian: What? Damn! Damn! Get that hoe, you better get her, G.
Jessica: *She'd be laughing.* Shit! Get her!
Jessica's Interview: I've been quiet all day, but damn... Ashlee REALLY is DRAINING. She needed this ass whooping.
-Ashlee would send a sharp punch back at Charlene as security would rush in, seperating the two, as Charlene still has a hold on Ashlee's hair, she'd send a few more punches in, before security harshly rips her off.
Ashlee: She can get the fuck out my room!
Charlene: Dude, I AM OUT OF THE ROOM! Drunk messy ass BITCH! *She'd punch the wall, breaking a layer of it off.*
Charlene's Interview: I'm definitely pissed off at Ashlee. She really did do me dirty, so we're not going to be friends, at all.
-The girls would be in shock, witnessing the fight.
Sahara's Interview: These bitches are really crazy, i love it! She'd laugh.* I really didn't think Ashlee had some balls, she seems like a little bitch, but she really did fight back. Proud of you, girl.
Sahara: She didn't have to do her like that, though. That was a little shady.
Vivian: G, how is it shady?
Sahara: Cause Ashlee fucked... like... really? She could have came at her tomorrow.
Vivian: She fucked, but she capable. Look! She fought back, i don't care. If you drunk, talking shit & know what you doing, you can get that ass beat. Period.
Sahara: Okay, but i'm gonna say what i wanna say, so.... *She'd flip her hair, walking into her room.*
Vivian's Interview: Sahara's got a mouth on her, which i can respect because she speaks what she feels... but she better watch out. Don't come for me, boo.. Because we can get it cracking, all day, honey.
-The episode would end with the girls going to bed.
