4pm, subway platform
Blondie, to her 4 year old son and Ace: omg. I lost my mothaf*ckin xanax. Can you believe this?! Where my motha, f*ckin, xanax??
Ace:: ...forces smirk
Son:: ....staring blankly at Ace
Blondie, to son:: baby putchya lil' hands in mommy's purse and find my f*ckin xanax. Where my bars at?!
Son, with hand in purse:: ..still, glaring at Ace
Blondie:: you feelin' mommy's bars? honey? No? you know mommy need them bars! Ain't this some f*cking bullsh*t? (to Ace) Right?! And you know a bitch need her bars in the afternoon too.
Ace, pensively looking at son:: he'll probably go into pharmaceuticals
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