INT. CHAZ’S HOUSE - EVENING
The room is loaded with guys, all drinking beer, and TALKING. Two more of Chaz’s buddies -- LITTLE FRANKIE, a true short black guy who wears swim trunks like shorts with a wife- beater T-shirt, glasses and low-cut, afro-style hair; and AUSTIN, a lanky, tall, dark-haired geek who wears jeans and a T-shirt with an actual tie around his neck; both stand out.
Guys! You ready?
Little Frankie let’s out a GROAN as soon as his butt hits the seat cushion and leaps back up.
What the fuck?!
He smells his wet hand.
LITTLE FRANKIE (CONT’D)
Is that mother-fucking piss?
He looks down at a wet spot. Bo comes in and tosses down a towel.
Yep, Lemur took a whizz. Sorry man.
Shit, Bo, you said ...
Yeah, man, OK all right. It’s just a little ‘wetty’.
Fuck off! Did you just say ‘wetty’?