Entrances
“Shhh my olive garden baby. Let mommy handle this.” Said Lynne.
Memry was taken aback by her fiancé's bold plan to cook crystal meth. But before she could ask any further questions, Lynne had already run off, dragging Kamila along with her. Memry now Stood alone with a cat and dog.
“Those girls are unbelievable.” Diesel lamented. “And stop calling me Diesel, will ya!”
“Woof!” Barked Missile.
“I forgot Missile was here…” Memry admitted. “Why isn't he saying words like in ghost trick?”
“Animals can't talk, stupid.” Said Diesel, the talking cat.
“Tch, no need to be so rude.” She replied.
Memry got deep in thought. She wondered what those two girls were doing now. Are they really gonna cook meth? And if so, do they have any hope of getting away with it? It had also occurred to her that she herself works for the police, and she has a legal obligation to report her criminal girlfriend.
She did not. She would not.
*Ding dong!*
Memry’s mind was pulled away from her thoughts, and moved towards the door. Not again, she thought.
“It better not be another eviction notice!”
Begrudgingly, she opens the door.
“Good evening, dear.” A beautiful older woman stood in the door frame. “My name is Emma. Charmed, I'm sure!
“Uh. I'm Memry. Can I help you?”
“Do forgive the intrusion.” Emma took a big gulp of her giant wine glass. “But I couldn't help but to hear the glorious love making coming from this room!”
“Wha-!?” Memry blushed in shock and embarrassment. “You… you heard?”
“Of course, dear! The whole complex must've heard! I live right next door, you see.” She chugs her wine once again.
“That's… um… I'm really sorry.”
“So it was you?”
“Ugh… y-yeah… sorry!” Memry wanted this conversation to be over immediately.
“Don't be! Your passionate embracing of another has inspired me!”
“Inspired…?” Memry was now more embarrassed for Emma than herself.
“Yes… I'm a novelist, you see. I've been experiencing a bit of a writer's block as of late. There's only so many ways to write the same thing again and again.”
“That being… sex?”
“Yes!” Emma finishes her wine glass, throws it onto the street, and pulls out another, bigger glass from seemingly nowhere.
“Meow, who's this broad?” Asked Diesel.
“Insolence!” Yelled Emma. Diesel was scared into submission instantly. “Now… I have a request for you.”
Memry wiped a drop of sweat from her forehead. “Um…it's getting pretty late so-”
“Help me write my next novel! Oh, you simply must!” Emma pleaded.
“I'm sorry, lady, but I-”
“You will be paid handsomely!”
Memry stopped. While Lynne had her own plan, Memry wasn't entirely confident in its success. But this might just be what it takes to save the pets and the apartment.
“I… guess it couldn't hurt.”
…
A cold wind whisks through the desert night.
“We'll figure the rest out tomorrow.” Said Lynne.
Kamila slept soundly on the passenger seat, exhausted from a long day of meth cooking. Lynne readies her own seat belt, preparing to drive home.
However, she wouldn't be going very far.
*BANG!*
Lynne shrieks at the sudden noise, and Kamila is startled awake. Lynne jolts her head towards the RV door.
“OH HO HO HO!” A loud voice boomed through the vehicle. Lynne and Kamila's jaws both hit the floor as they see none other than detective Jowd enter. Both girls take off their seat belts and stand up.
“D-Detective Jowd! What are you doing here?” Lynne sweat bullets as she nervously smiled.
“Hmmm…. I wonder what's for dinner.” Jowd boomed as he stared at the big bag of crystal red meth. “I hope you made lotsa narcotics!”
“Nonono! Jowd! That's just… from a case I'm working on!” Lynne assured.
“Y-Y-Yeah! That's right!” Kamila added.
“No.” Jowd replied. “Look around, children.” He gestures to the girls to look outside. Hesitantly, they Peek out the door. What they find is a dozen police cars surrounding them.
“OH HO HO HO!”
“P-Please Jowd! Have mercy!” Lynne pleaded.
“Mercy? Once you've scrubbed all the floors in ghost trick, THEN we can talk about mercy. Take them away!”
Lynne and Kamila are swarmed by officers and promptly cuffed. This plan was a bust.
A drug bust.