quit bitching.

Majorly.

...like you're not pissed at me that I left as well right?

I understand. I do the same, which has actually gotten me into some little rifts with Dee lately. [sighs] Did you do anything worthwhile?

You could say I did. Mostly just blew off steam, sulked in a warehouse by day, hit parties at night. Or day. Everything starts to get a little mixed up after a while.

I went on a car ride into the city with their leader once. It was… weird. Had to find that dumb Whirly girl I rescued. She ran off. Then she did it again later, and now she’s probably dead.

Sucks though, she was a young one.

Knitting club. Fuck you, Jagger. [Laughs] Rager? Where?

— M’not a fuckin’ Barbie doll, if that’s what you’re suggesting. That actually sounds beyond perfect.

I'll grab a couple targets and meet you on the west side of the church in ten? 

I can’t even get people to kiss me. Look at me twice, even! It’s terrible!

Kidding, I know exactly what that meant. You just haven't been going to the right places, trust me, you will not get laid at knitting club, not even if it's for nymphos. Come out to the rager on thursday in something short and sweet, trust me, no one will be able to pass you up.

Anywhere. So long as there’s hell to be raised, I’m in.

Sometimes I shoot, to blow off steam. That kinda thing doesn't freak you out right?

Oh yeah. You name it, we got it. 

I'll see you there.

Ugh, no. My entire life is a disaster. I don’t know how everybody else manages to get laid and not me.

Which isn't that difficult actually. You've probably been informed but you have these things on your chest called breasts. Use them properly and you can score any guy, or girl if you try hard enough.

Only temporarily though.

Well it looks like the permanent solution is to get away from this old church for a bit then. Where do you want to go?

I don’t know why she thinks she can be our leader when she’s only here like once every two months, staying holed up in her room and then leaving again. It annoys the crap out of me.

Besides the whole Whirlybird fiasco, anything else significant happen while I was gone? How about you? Go to any killer parties? Do the birthday dance with any pretty people?

I’ve been feeling a bit cooped up as of late. Haven’t really had the chance to stretch my legs, y’know?

Yeah, that'd make me antsy as well. Luckily a smoke can fix all that.

Thursday I want you to bring your people and every illegal substance you can think of to the station! We’ll have booze running like a fucking river so don’t worry about getting hammered. Everything’s gonna be in black light and I’ll have some of my boys running around with paint guns, so come dressed in white and leave with a brand new fucking outfit. Whatever! Just come and get fucked up. 

Supplying anything stronger than booze?

What about you?

Here then, have a light. [Takes out her lighter]