Get a room!

Brandon sighed the grating sigh of the exasperated. Madison's out-of-control libido had landed her on top of the nearest available target -- Zack.

"All right you two, get out of here!" Brandon said. "This is the living room, what were you thinking?"

Madison gave him a dazed, glazed-eyed look. Zack tried to move but Madison didn't seem to want to go anywhere.

Brandon said, "Get a room, and talk this thing out. Madison, I'm not gonna have Zack treat you like he treated Lisa. Zack, how could you just take advantage of her? You know how I feel about Madison."

Madison's eyes focused. "Easy for you to say, Bran," she grumbled. "YOU'VE been boinking Ashley all year since she threw herself at you. Me? Nothing. NOTHING. And Ashley? She's no angel. Get a room? She's been practically flashing the whole world since before the trip started, and you fucking eat it up. How about you keep her on a leash! Not ME!"

"Don't you start about Ashley," Brandon said. "She's not a party girl. She doesn't even drink!"

"Don't you start!" Madison said. "I thought I could trust you to get me home safe, and when I do the right thing, I never hear the end of it! What kind of help is that? Fucking let me take care of myself!"

"Fine! But you're not staying in my room tonight," Brandon said.

"I don't give a damn, I'll stay out on the deck and howl at the moon!" Madison said. "Ow, ow, Awooooooo!"

"Wrap it up, whatever," Brandon said. "I'm going for a walk."

Madison bent her lips to Zack's ear. "And we're not going anywhere."