Lead me out of the Dark

  Here’s the deal— There’s gonna be a kickass party tonight. Real, real big. And I’m going to sell drugs there… But since I can’t make a clone of myself or worse, let the others get all the money while I stay poor, I need someone. So, I will solve your soap opera and you’re gonna help me sell the stuff. But I’ll need proof that you didn’t use it all, so you’re going to keep me updated and show me how much you’ve got, alright?

  No? Bummer. I never said you were the one to do all the work, babes. I’ll do the job… But you’ll have to owe me. 

Owe you what, exactly?

  "Did you do it then?"

Course not.

  I don’t think the police officer appreciated me offering a blowjob in exchange for not arresting me— especially because said officer turned out to be a lady. In my defense, it was dark and I was extremely drunk. But I still offered when I found out her gender; it’d be extremely rude not to, no?

Right. She's probably some extreme feminist, I mean, how else can she have resisted you? 

I see

  I’m not really married, you know? I was just messing with ya. And woah — harsh. Thought you’d be here for drunk driving or being caught with drugs, you know? Anyway—— why don’t you just run away?

Drugs aren't my thing. Not that easy since I'm behind bars.

  "We all need those in a place like this, right? What did you do?"

"Right. I'm a suspect for that murder of Alan all because I didn't answer some questions." 

  "It would be pretty ace if I did break you out though.. Don’t be a downer, babe. On the bright side of things, you can now say you’ve served time in jail."

"You would be my best of friends."

I’m knitting a sweater for winter.

Deciding if i should make a break for it.

  Visiting my husband that has just been arrested for murder and kidnapping.

Minus the kidnapping, same as your mystery husband. 

  I have no idea. I just remember seeing it and going in there slightly drunk and not having ten pounds for a fuckin’ burger alone. It better be good.

How depressing. 

  Pleasure, Zaph!

How honorable.

  If you do decide that, I’d like at least forty pounds to go eat at that burger joint ‘round this area. 

Where's that at? Good food there?

  Oh, sure! I understand, sorry for this. I am Claire. Claire Watson, and you are?

Zeph

  Who knows maybe you can sue and get rich. Buy the police station or some shit like that and fire him.

I'll take that into consideration. 

  Ahm, visiting. I believe it is the same reason as you, right?

Well since I'm behind bars, I'm obviously not visiting.