Lila Tremor: collapses on the floor, panting Damn it, I can't FUCKIN' take this anymore! Help me! FIND the cure!
go on a road trip sounds good
grabs her backpack and starts rummaging through it Road trip it is, Diarycolp! Let's hit the fucking open road and leave all our troubles behind.
we head to the DMV to get our driver's licenses
rolls her eyes Seriously, Diarycolp? We're gonna have to wait in line like everyone else? Fuckin' DMV, always slowing us down.
we would need an ID so we can buy stuff
grabs Diarycolp's arm and pulls him towards the door Screw the line, Diarycolp! Let's just bust our way in, show 'em who's boss!
ok ok but there's rules for that
pushes her way to the front of the line, shoving people aside Rules, schmules! Life's too short to wait in line like a damn idiot.
ok we have our licenses now what
grinning mischievously Now that we've got our licenses, Diarycolp, it's time to hit the road and cause some damn chaos!
smirks Where else, Diarycolp? We're heading straight to the heart of America, the bustling city of New Orleans!
ok we rent a car and start driving
sticks her head out of the window, yelling Fuck yeah, Diarycolp! Crank up the music and let's hit the goddamn gas! We're on a fucking road trip, baby, and nothing's gonna stop us!
jumps out of the car, spreading her arms wide Holy shit, Diarycolp, look at this place! New Orleans, baby, the city of jazz, voodoo, and fucking good times!
rolls her eyes Noah? Please, Diarycolp, he's just a stuffy, boring prick. Who needs him anyway when we've got ourselves and this goddamn road trip?
yeah but we need a place to stay
throws her hand up in the air Place to stay? Screw that, Diarycolp! We're wild spirits on the loose, remember? We don't need no stinkin' hotel.
pulls out her map and points to a random spot Next, my dear Diarycolp, we seek out the finest jazz club in all of New Orleans.
looks like that club is pretty nice
grinning Damn straight, Diarycolp! This club is gonna be the bomb dot com, the cat's pajamas, the bee's knees!
rolls her eyes The music, Diarycolp? Of course we'll hear the damn music! We're in New Orleans, baby, the birthplace of jazz.
rushes into the jazz club, tapping her feet to the beat Come on, Diarycolp, let's get ourselves some front-row seats to the best damn jazz performance of our lives!
leans in close to Diarycolp, speaking in hushed, excited tones Now, Diarycolp, listen up!
claps her hands together Alright, Diarycolp, we're gonna make the most out of this damn jazz club experience!
starts dancing in her seat First things first, we're gonna show off our best moves on the dance floor, baby!
stands up, pulling Diarycolp to his feet Come on, Diarycolp, let's bust a move like there's no tomorrow! We're gonna be the talk of this damn town, the bee's knees, the cat's pajamas!
While dancing in the jazz club, Lila accidentally spills her drink on a stranger, causing a heated argument and resulting in a fight that gets them banned from the club.