Jenna, 17, recently got drunk at a party and a compromising video has been circulating on social media. Here she talks things over with her older brother, Patrick.

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PATRICK: Jenna...

JENNA: Go away.  Please.

PATRICK: No.

JENNA: I just—I just want to be alone, okay?

PATRICK: I'm not going anywhere.

(Pause.)

JENNA: Well.  Go ahead.  Say it.

PATRICK: What?

JENNA: Say you're ashamed of me.  Everyone else is, my own boyfriend just dumped me online—

PATRICK: Wait, Matt??

JENNA: Yes!

PATRICK: What did he actually say?

JENNA: He said he "liked" me.

(Pause.)

PATRICK: Okay, Jenna...

JENNA: He used past tense!  I read it!  I saw it on the screen!

PATRICK: Maybe you should talk to him.

JENNA: I can't.  He logged off.

PATRICK: No, I mean actually...talk to him.  You know, I.R.L.?

JENNA: That'll be even WORSE!

PATRICK: No, it won't!  You'll know the truth!

JENNA: I already know the truth.  Just say it.

PATRICK: I'm not.

(Pause.)

JENNA: What?

PATRICK: I'm not ashamed of you.  SHOCKED, definitely, but—

JENNA: See??  I knew it!

PATRICK: Well, Jenna, what do you expect me to say?  "Oh, my little sister just got drunk and...well, you know...in front of everyone, that's perfectly normal"?

JENNA: So you know I wouldn't—

PATRICK: Of course not!  That's why I was shocked.  (Beat.) I could tell, though.  I could tell you'd been up to something the other night.

JENNA: How?

PATRICK: You were the acting the same way I did my first time.  You seemed really on edge.

JENNA: Wait, wait...your first time?

PATRICK: Yeah!

JENNA: When was this?

PATRICK: It was...  (Beat.) Okay, this story does not leave this room.  Mom and Dad know and now you and that's it.

JENNA: I'm not gonna tell.  What happened?

PATRICK: Okay...it was back in senior high.  Also at a party.  I'd had a few beers, so I was pretty far gone.  My friends and I were singing really badly, goofing around and just acting like a bunch of idiots.  And there was this park just down the road from the house where we were.  It was late, so we decided to go out there and play a drunk game of "Sandman."  So we got there and we were just about to head onto the playground when all of a sudden we saw this random couple on a bench.  They were making out.  And in my questionable state of mind, I thought this was hysterical.  And that's when I got the bright idea to go up to those two and scare the living crap out of them.

JENNA: (Now interested:) So what did you do?

PATRICK: I went right up to their bench and knelt down next to them.  And I cupped my hands to my mouth and went right up to the guy's ear.  And I SCREAMED at the top of my lungs, I screamed, "GET A ROOM!!"

JENNA: Seriously?

PATRICK: Yeah.  Like I said, bunch of idiots.

JENNA: So...then what happened?

PATRICK: They must have jumped about five feet in the air.  The guy got really mad.  He started yelling at me, then all my other friends.  He started using all these slurs and threatened to beat us up.  His girlfriend was trying to calm him down, but he was really freaking out.  Then he started to push me.  So I walked right up to the guy and started yelling at him.  Called him a jerk for threatening a bunch of kids.  Which, let's face it, he was.  He looked at least 10 years older than us and he was bigger than me.  (Beat.) Anyway, then he punched me.

JENNA: He PUNCHED you??

PATRICK: Yeah.  Right in the face.

JENNA: Please tell me you guys ran.

PATRICK: We weren't completely stupid.  (Beat.) Well, I was.  They had to pull me away, but yeah, we ran.  We bolted.  We didn't stop until we got back into the house and locked the door.

JENNA: Wwwwow.  (Beat.) So, what happened after that?

PATRICK: (Beat.  Embarrassed:) Well, I...puked all over the rug and passed out.  Anyway, the moral of the story is...

JENNA: Let me guess:  "Don't drink too much"?

PATRICK: ...well, I was gonna say "give couples their personal space" but yeah, I guess that works too.

(Jenna chuckles for the first time.)

JENNA: And the parents know?

PATRICK: Well, they saw my black eye.  What was I supposed to say—that I walked into a door?

JENNA: Oh.  Right.

PATRICK: I mean, no one filmed it or took any photos either...thank God...so I didn't have to worry about that.  But I was a little freaked out, I mean...I almost got us beaten up, or worse.  I had to talk to someone about it.  And they had a long chat with me about drinking and moderation and all that cheesy stuff.

JENNA: And they didn't ground you?

PATRICK: Well...yeah they did.  Remember?  I was home all the time.  We had that month-long Simpsons marathon?  I think the whole "underage drinking" thing really freaked them out.

JENNA: Yeah, no kidding.

(They chuckle a bit.  Pause.)

PATRICK: You're going to have to tell them too, you know.

JENNA: What?

PATRICK: Mom and Dad.  They have to hear it from you.