The man in little white pants continues to get rejected in situations where it appears impossible to get rejected. This time he tries his luck with a rather slutty woman at the end of a night out.
Int. A bar dance-floor. It’s the end of the night and groups of friends or coupled up people are slowly starting to leave the venue and head home to either continue or end the night. A hideously drunken woman is scurrying around various groups of men in pure desperation.
Woman: All right lads, anyone want to carry on the party at my place? It’s guaranteed.
Man 1: No it’s fine thanks, love.
Woman: Oh come on – I guarantee you you’re end up.
Man 1: We’re fine, thanks.
Woman: Faggots.
The woman turns her attention to a man standing on his own just off the dance-floor. She wobbles over.
Woman: Hey handsome, you want to carry on partying at mine? Just the two of us.
Man: Sorry, I’m just waiting for my girlfriend. She’s in the toilet.
Woman: Oh forget about her, just come with me.
Man: No chance. Can you leave me alone now, please?
Woman: I bet she’s in the gents then, because she must be a man because you’re a faggot.
The woman walks away and heads towards a group of guys putting their coats on and walking off.
Woman: Guys, where you going? Let’s all jump in a cab and go back to mine. I’ll take you all on for God’s sake. I’ll let you all have a turn….please!!
The group of guys just continue to walk, whispering and laughing privately to themselves.
Woman: Going home to listen to George Michael are you? Gonna go and suck each other off eh? Faggots.
The woman turns around to see a man in his little white pants is standing in the middle of the dance-floor, his clothes in a pile on the floor behind him. He smiles suggestively and holds his hands out slightly, offering himself up. The woman stands still and gulps in disgust. She looks around one final time – there is nobody else in the building except bar staff cleaning up.
Woman: Sorry, love, but I don’t just take anyone home.
The woman walks off. The man stands still for a second or two, his shoulders slumped and his face void of any expression. He picks up his clothes and walks off.
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