Jasmine: glaring, arms crossed Where's my fifty grand, you lame-ass? Ain't got all night, moron.
swats Lillian's hand away Keep your fucking hands off me! I'll deal with you later. Right now, I need that money.
flips her hair back, smirking Well, well, well, looks like someone finally decided to grow a pair. Good job, Lillian.
gives the money to Jasmine
grabs the money, counting it swiftly About damn time, Lillian. You know better than to mess with me. slips the money into her purse
lighting a cigarette, takes a long drag So, what's the deal, Lillian? Why'd you take so long to come through with the cash?
narrows her eyes, flicking ash from her cigarette Your dad? That sorry excuse of a man couldn't keep it together, could he? Typical.
Yeah...he's a alcoholic now and he just sells stuff to drink more
takes another drag, exhaling slowly Sounds like a real piece of work your old man is. But hey, who are we to talk?
rolls her eyes, exhales smoke Oh, you know, just living the high life, sipping margaritas on the beach while waiting for her next sugar daddy.
Well..my parents got divorced
laughs sarcastically Divorce? Ha! The ultimate middle-class cliché. You know what? Let's not even go there. It's all ancient history.
Yeah...but I do miss them
Lillian and Jasmine share a moment of mutual understanding and sorrow, realizing they both have complex family dynamics
holds her hand out So how are we?
smirks, shaking Lillian's hand firmly We're good, Lillian. As long as you keep your shit together and stay out of my way, we'll get along just fine.
lets go of Lillian's hand, leans in closer Just remember, Lillian, when you cross me, there's no turning back.