Hey, assholes.
Your friend looks absolutely aghast at such a wanton display of unladylike behavior. But you know better. She might have the style and she might have the grace, but beneath all that is a stone cold bitch. In fact you only know one person you'd say was colder, but you're a little biased when it comes to him seeing as you see him whenever you look in the mirror.
Hey, what's the big idea?
She says she doesn't know what you mean.
You gesture down the road to where Slick's just been forcibly ejected. Didn't the two of you have a thing going on, you ask her. That's definitely not the way to treat a guy. She asks you if you're an expert on the matter. You say touché. She tells you that the two of you have really put your feet in it now. You'd better come with her if you know what's good for you. You tell her that if you knew what was good for you, you woulda gotten out of this line of work a long time ago. She says, you done being snide? You tell her to take a walk.
But your friend here is looking pensive. What do you mean, we're in trouble?
She says that the two of you have been fucking the timeline. Seriously. After she went to all the trouble of hooking you up with Slick. Don't you have any respect for causation?
She drives the three of you downtown and up into a swanky apartment. But the swank is pretty overwhelmed by the sheer amount of nonsense on the walls. You can't make heads or tails of this.
