One of the Boys

[crosses her arms] It’s only like bullshit if you won’t give it like a try.

Been there, done that. And all I got was lesson that girls just use each other until they stop being convenient.

[doesn’t look over at her] Dipstick.

Cumslut.

[rolls her eyes] I’m not infected. [reaches for her hand again] Idk we can do like whatever….let’s just like hang out and be gal pals or whatever.

[Holds up her hands defensively] Dude, don't touch me. Gal pals? Are you fucking kidding me? You know that's bullshit, right?

[Licks her lips] Fatass.

Gods, pweease!!!! I’d like totally do anything for you. Maybe [touches her hair] a makeover?

[Smacks her hand away] One. Don't touch me. I'll get infected. Two. Only babies say pwease. Three. No. Just no.

Yeah, lots of it.

Well either speak up or can the attitude. You're fucking with my groove.

Fuck no.

You got a problem?

[She’s sitting on the front porch of the Demeter cabin, sharpening her dagger, too busy to notice someone standing in front of her]

That thing is fucking tiny. You planning to clean your teeth out with it?

It’s not the paper, it’s what it represents.

You're getting complicated. Spell it out for me.

[He’s in the Rec Room, sitting at a 1950’s piano in the corner of the room. It’s old and the wood is stained, with several names scratched into it and the occasional crude message, but to Toby it’s home. He’s attempting to play Fur Elise, but he keeps stumbling on the black keys and starting again. Toby lets out a groan of frustration and throws the sheet music across the room, his hands balling into fists as he takes a deep breath and attempts to calm himself down.]

Calm your tits, dude. Aint no paper do nothing to you.

[Moving into a more comfortable yoga position, her eyes fluttering open to notice someone walking towards her cabin, before closing shut again.] Leave any negatives vibes you have at the bottom step, please and thank you.

You look like a fucking 'tard.

[Cassidy walks around camp. every couple of minutes she holds her phone high over her head or moves it around.] Come on…I just need one bar…

[Points] Service is that way, Mary Magdalene.

Right.  Well have fun.  Do you need any help carrying that shit?

Nah. I gotta work on these guns. [She flexes a scrawny arm]

That’s not funny.

Yes, it is. Don't be a little bitch.

[moves his fingers away from the lens] It’s so tiny.

[Snort chuckles] That's what she said.