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Trade The Whip Out for a Bike (3/3)
???: [profanities]!
Johnny: “WHAT PART OF SHARE THE ROAD DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ASSHOLE.”
Mile High Club (4/4)
Flight Crew: “Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Oasis Springs. Local time is 1:30pm and it’s a toasty 91°F out there. Please remain seated until the Captain turns off the fasten seatbelt sign...”
Nina: *turns on phone and responds to texts* “Ew, why’s he still texting me? I already told him I’d be out of town this weekend.”
Mile High Club (3/4)
Gate Agent: “Your boarding pass Miss Caliente. Enjoy your flight.”
Nina: “Fabulous. You’re a gem...” *squints* “Samantha.”
Mile High Club (1/4)
Driver: “Soo0oO... Oasis Springs. Why you headed there? I’ve always wanted to visit; it’s so close. But as luck has it, I’ve never left the Valley and-”
Driver: *slams breaks and lays on horn* [expletives]!
A ~totally random~ Bike Messenger: *at a distance* “What part of share the road do you not understand asshole!”
Driver: “Watcher, I hate those damn Zoomer dudes! Think they own the road-”
Nina: “...Not that it’s any of your business but, I’m going for a work thing.”
Driver: “Cool. Cool cool... So which one are ya’: actress, model, or singer? You pretty girls always are.” *gross chuckle*
Nina: “Oh-kay. I’m like so incredibly done with this conversation. And PS, I’ll be taking off a star for every additional syllable that leaves your mouth from here on out. Thank you.”
Driver: *mimes zipped lips*
Mile High Club (2/4)
*general chatter*
"A Work Thing” (1/x)
Katrina: “You’re late.”
Nina: "What’s 20 or 30 minutes?”
Katrina: “Nina... I have other engagements today; it’s unprofessional.”
Nina: “hm... Anyway, what’s so important that I had to fly all the way out here to meet face to face? Also before I forget, please don’t ever use Llyft again. I could have been murdered or something. That driver was, like, the worst.”
TBC...
Dog Days (1/1)
Johnny: *reading texts*
Holly: “...hello? Earth to Johnny, you there bud?”
Johnny: “Uh huh.”
Holly: “Sooo... how was that open mic last night?”
Johnny: “So-so. It’s Lucky Shack, can’t expect much.”
Holly: “Ugh that place smells like stale peanuts and spilled EAPA. I thought you had the number for that lady at Orchid A-Go-Go? You really should give her a call.”
Johnny: “Already did. Said she didn’t give her number to a Mr. Smith. Hung up.”
Holly: “Sorry, but who’s Mr. Smith?”
Johnny: “Me.”
Holly: “You? Jonathan Smith? What the heck kind of anonymous serial killer name is that?”
Johnny: “idk. Like everything else right now it’s a work in progress. You try getting disowned and reinventing yourself, okay?”
Holly: “Fair enough, we’ll workshop that name though.”
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Trade The Whip Out for a Bike* (1/3)
Holly: “Hey I’m heading out.”
Johnny: *mouth full of toothpaste* “muh-huh.”
Holly: “Want me to grab anything for you on my way back? My treat since I have actual lines today.”
Johnny: *spits* “Nope. I’m going to try and get a few hours of work in before tonight. “Murder Victim no.2″ was it? Break a leg.”
Holly: “I’d say the same to you but... that’d be bad.” *laughs* “love ‘ya.”
