Faye: That’s the whole pitch? “Come down here.”
Yeah, for a weekend. We want to see you
Faye: You want the president’s daughter to fly to Florida and spend a weekend at a hotel with two baseball players and hope it never leaks?
I want you somewhere you’re not on display every second
Dylan: And yeah with us. Let’s not pretend otherwise
Faye: At least you admit it
We’re not subtle. We know what we want
Faye: You act like I’m not the one who ends up paying for it if this blows up
Dylan: We’re not asking you to walk through a stadium holding our hands. We’re talking about a room where you can lock the door and forget everyone else
Faye: I told you that you two are more dangerous than the cult is
You still haven’t said no
Faye: I know but it’s just a pain in the ass. Coordinating flights, Agent Pederson, my parents’ schedule, my own calendar, etc
Dylan: That sounds like a bunch of people who don’t need to know what you’re doing in your hotel room
Faye: You’re not helping
Forget them for a second. What do you want?
Faye: I want to shut off my phone and not talk to anyone except you two. I want to sleep in and not put on a dress or heels. I want to see you two without wondering who’s watching
Then let us watch you instead
Dylan: I already like this plan
Faye: Obviously you do
You get on a plane, check into a hotel and text us the room number. The door opens and it’s just you, a bed, and two guys who’ve been thinking about you since the wedding
Faye: Go on …
First night we put you on that bed and fuck you until you can’t walk
Faye: Very confident
You remember how fast you fell apart between us with your whole family outside?
Faye: Of course I remember
Dylan: That was us behaving
Faye: You were NOT behaving
We were holding back. You were trying not to make noise
Dylan: You get us into a hotel where nobody hears a thing and you can be as loud as you want
Well people might hear but they won’t know it’s you
