isn't the club scene ridiculous?

Scene IV

*scene up at a bar. ... is dancing her heart out, surrounded by her "best" girlfriends, who take turns protecting each other from creepy guys while trying to reel in the best looking ones.*

...: I need a drink.

Girl 1: Okay, sounds good. Let's grab our purses and get to the bar.

*camera focuses in on "da playa". he emerges from a group of his "ho"mies and homies and follows ... to the bar. in the ensuing madness at the bar, he makes his way next to our heroine, while her less blessed friends get pulled away to the back of the bar line*

...: Could I get a vodka tonic please?

Playa: Same here.

...: Didn't figure you for a vodka tonic person.

Playa: You kidding girl? It's my favorite drink. What'd you think I would drink?

...: Jager?

Playa: You think, because of the way I look, that I drink Jager? I left that junk back in my youth.

...: I'm sorry.

Playa: It's cool. What's your name? You know what, it doesn't even matter once we get our clothes off later on.

...: *giggle* You're funny.

Playa: Ha ha. Of course I am. I'm here to make you feel good baby. You come here alone?

...: No, I'm here with... where'd they go? Great. Now I have to go look for their drunk asses.

Playa: No no, I'm sure they'll be fine. Stay here and talk. It'll be cool.

...: *giggles* Okay.

*scene change to her bedroom. clothes are being removed in a very drunk way. her cell phone ringing goes unnoticed. the caller ID says JAMIE. cut in to the next morning, phone ringing. ... notices a note on her dresser that says "man that was too easy. hit it again later. p.s. I hate vodka tonic". she crumples the note in frustration, and picks up her phone to look at her caller ID. she sees Jamie's name and for a second considers answering it, but doesn't. she looks vaguely wistful and nostalgic, but puts down the phone.