Okay, so technically I spoke about it once. To my boss. During the Zoom meeting I accidentally joined from the hotel bathroom. But in my defense – the hangover was a solid 8 out of 10, and he asked first. END SCENE.

Sam stares. She stares back. They both burst out laughing.

(subtitled, deadpan) Then why is it on my foot?

(wiping a tear, subtitled) We are never speaking of this again.

"WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS" – 30 minutes later

(shouting over music) I can't believe we just did that!

Two days later – back at work in Seattle…

(laughing, slurring slightly) Did what? The karaoke? The flaming shots? Or the part where you arm-wrestled an Elvis impersonator?

(subtitled as he leans in) You know the rule. What happens in Vegas…

(toasting with her bottle) Never.

They clink glasses. Freeze frame. Upbeat music hits.

(finishing the line, pointing at him) …stays in Vegas. Right. Which is good, because I'm pretty sure I also lost my left shoe to a slot machine.

Kara looks down. Pause.

(looking down) That's my shoe.

All of it! Especially the Elvis part. He had a cape, Sam. A cape .