Reese calls out, Hello…I can’t seem to recharge my cigarette. Is anyone working here?”
Tiffany and Chic sit in the back room of the shop.
Did I already take my pill this morning? I can't seem to remember. Chic looks at Tiffany with neutral expression on his face. I feel like I am having a bad dream, but at least we are having the same dream.
Chic opens his pill bottle.
Tiffany looks at the bottle. She gets the I-don't-have-to-use-change-at-the-grocer variety of excitement. In a hour, she'll feel completely differently. Tiffany asks, what's in there? Even if it's nothing, I want to know.