Leaving Las Vegas

Sera: So, for 500 bucks, you can do pretty much whatever you want. You can fuck my ass. Ben: Oh, my God. Sera: You can cum on my face. Whatever you want to do. Just keep it out of my hair. Ben: Okay. Sera: I just washed it.

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Sera: What's the story? Are you too drunk to cum? Ben: I don't care about any of that. There's time left. You can have more money. You can drink all you want. Just stay. That's what I want. I want you to - talk or listen. Just stay.

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Sera: So, Ben with an "N" - what brings you to Las Vegas? Business convention? Ben: No. I came here to drink myself to death. Cashed in all my money, paid my AmEx card, gonna sell the car tomorrow. Sera: So, how long is it gonna take for you to... drink yourself to death? Ben: I think about four weeks. Sera: Is drinking a way of killing yourself? Ben: Or, is killing myself a way to drink? Sera: So... why are you killing yourself? Ben: Interesting choice of words. I don't remember. I just know that I want to.

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Sera: So why are you a drunk? Ben: Why am I a drunk? Is that really what you wanna ask me? Sera: Yes. Ben: Well, then, this is our first date, or our last. Until now I wasn't sure it was either.

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Sera: Don't you like me, Ben? Ben: Sera... what you don't understand is - no, see, no. You can never, never ask me to stop drinking. Do you understand? Sera: I do. I really do.

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Ben: What are you? Some sort of angel visiting me from one of my drunk fantasies? How can you be so good? Sera: I don't know what you're saying. I'm just using you. I need you.

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