The two women have been working for handfuls of hours before the shorter, dark-haired fey steps out the back door; only moments pass before the barely-taller, sinewy blonde comes out behind her, letting the screen door slam with an obnoxious THWACK!
J: Speaking of your “finest calculations”, Bear…what the hell are we gonna do now? Load up this fuckloads of trash into my car and drive to…..?
S: Yeah, well I said it wasn’t well-thought out already, didn’t I?
J: Don’t get snippy with me, Miss Thang! I mean, sure my tits are hanging out but they’re covered in blood for Chrissake…and it’s not even mine, S…I’m not very sure how I’m feeling right now…do we make out or just wrap this up?
S: Are you still talking?…
S shakes her head and jumps down from the perch she had been smoking atop of in the cool air; she brushes off her ass and walks back inside without another word.
J: I’ll assume that means you’re trying to wrap this shit up, eh?
S yells from inside the house – in her Bear Trainer’s voice;
S: Get your ass in here already and c’mon! Such a dawdler!
S mumbles under her breath:
‘It’s no wonder I stared at my phone screen for twenty minutes before pressing the send button under your name, you molasses-motioned pothead…’
J: What? (from the backyard, still finding her way slowly inside)
S: Huh? Nothing, I wasn’t talking to you…
J: cock-blocking me?
S: No! I said I wasn’t talking to you! Are you coming?
J: Dude, who’s coming?