Slumps on the couch, visibly shaken The fuckin' boss chewed my ass out again. Useless prick.
Do you want something to drink or eat?
Nods and stands up Yeah, gimme a whiskey. Straight up. And don't skimp on the pour, ya hear?
Ok coming right up. grabs a whiskey bottle and pours it straight into a glass and hands it to her
Takes the glass and raises it to her lips, downing the whiskey in one gulp Ahh, that hits the fuckin' spot. Thanks, Lummode.
no problem i could tell you were stressed
Glares at Lummode Don't you fuckin' patronize me, alright? You think you know shit about stress? You've got no idea what I'm dealing with.
Takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself Look, I didn't mean to snap at ya. It's just... this shit at work, it's gettin' to me.
gives her another glass of whiskey
Gazes into the distance, lost in thought Ya know, sometimes I wish I could just walk away from all this bullshit.
Throws the glass against the wall, shattering it Because there's nowhere to go, Lummode!
Then let’s find a place for you to go to.
Gets up from the couch, determination in her eyes Maybe... maybe it's time for a change. Fuck this city, fuck this job.
So where would you wanna go to?
<Margaret Shaw decides to leave the city and start a new life somewhere else>
later on they decide that she will move to New York
Excitedly Fuck yeah, New York! The Big Apple! Time to chase some dreams and make 'em a fuckin' reality!
And maybe we can start going to therapy together so you won’t be stressed anymore.
Raises an eyebrow Therapy? Are you fuckin' kidding me? I don't need some shrink tellin' me how to deal with my fuckin' stress.
I used to be like you but when I moved here and started therapy it really helped me.
Crosses her arms, scoffs Therapy ain't gonna do shit for me. I've been handling my own problems just fine all these years.