Jack is watching Donny with the two girls across the bar. For a second he is jealous, then he sees one of the girls pull a knife. The second punches Donny right in the face, causing him to trip over a bar stool and fall flat on his back. Gasping for air, he is pulled out of the bar by a bouncer-type bartender

By the time Jack gets off his stool and into the street, the bartender is gone. In broad daylight Donny is sitting in the street, his nose bleeding onto his shirt.

Donny is holding his nose, trying to stop the blood from pouring out. “Lesbians; I forgot about lesbians.”

Jack calls Tina and tells her it’s time; they are going to pick her up and head to the happy hour.

Donny cracks the window, listening to the Ferrari purr up Madison Avenue as he wipes some excess blood seeping from his nose. “So why is it called a happy hour anyway?”

“Don’t know, I guess because Will likes vodka.”  

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