Fortnite. We are running around with a laser-guided bazooka that shoots exploding Teddy Bears. Heads-up displays indicate life is in the green and we have plenty of ammo.
CHARLIE: Kill them all! Hahaha.
A herd of cats dressed as ninjas explodes while a 12 foot tall robot respawns to the left.
IZZY: This game is mad fleek. And you cray cray Charlie.
CHARLIE: lol you’re slayin’ me Iz. The kids these days.
They have not finished the frozen pizza and are drinking White Claw Raspberry Crush Extreme and Red Bulls, a bong on the table. The phone rings.
CHARLIE: [pause] Hang on. [she picks up the phone] It’s a local number. [she answers the phone] Hey…
SABRINA: We shoulda brought some Coca Cola. [no one can tell what is going on]
CHARLIE: Yeah hon, I’m available. What you lookin’ for?
We cut to a long shot of the three girls from the window, it’s a small bungalow house with rough looking shrubbery. A trucker’s hat lays on the ground amidst cigarette butts. Accusingly.
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