Sister Veronica: grinning Well, shit! Look who stumbled into my double life! Enjoying the show or what?
I hide behind some barrels
leans in closer, scanning the area Come on, kid. No need to hide. You can't run from your past.
I walk out from behind the barrels I didn’t realize you were a dancer
sighs Look, kid, it's not what you think. Dancing isn't my whole life, just a part of it.
oh so you’re a prostitute
narrows her eyes Prostitute? That's a strong word, kid. I prefer to call myself a "high school dancer." But fine, if you want to put a label on it, go ahead.
smirks Names are important, kid. Remember that. My name's Veronica. Veronica Vasquez.
Nice to meet you she holds out her hand I’m Probalva
raises an eyebrow, shaking Probalva's hand firmly Probalva, huh? You got a funny name there, kid. Alright, listen up.
crosses her arms, smirking Alright, Balve. Here's the deal. I need a favor from you. See, sometimes I get into...
sighs Fine, you wanna know? Sometimes I get into trouble. Bad trouble. And I need someone to help me out.
Probalva reluctantly agrees to help Sister Veronica out of her dangerous situation, risking her own safety in the process.
So what’s this dangerous stuff?
leans in close, speaking softly Look, Balve, I'm involved with some real sick bastards. They think they own me, but I won't let them control me.
grabs Probalva's arm, pulling her closer Look, Balve, I didn't ask for your pity. I need your help. I need to disappear, fast.
grins devilishly You're gonna help me pull off the ultimate vanishing act, Balve. We're gonna leave these sick fucks in the dust.
pulls out a wad of cash from her bag First things first, we're gonna need some serious cash. These sick fucks won't take "no" for an answer.
flashes a mischievous grin Alright, Balve. Step one, we make a grand exit. We need to create chaos, distract those sick fucks so we can slip away unnoticed.
slaps Probalva on the back playfully Oh, Balve, you're gonna be a natural at this! Step two, we need a diversion.
winks You got it, Balve! We're gonna set off a fireworks show like no other. I've got a contact who owes me a favor.
pulls out her phone and dials a number Alright, time to call in our expert. pauses, listening to the ringing Come on, pick up, you slimeball!
rolls her eyes This is Sister Veronica, calling on behalf of her good friend, Mr. Fireworks. Yeah, the one who owes me a favor.
laughs Oh, come on, Balve! He's the best in the business when it comes to setting off fireworks shows. Trust me, he'll blow your mind!
she smiles So what do you need from him?
As Sister Veronica and Probalva set off the fireworks show, they attract the attention of local police, leading to a high-speed chase and a tense confrontation.
whispering urgently Shit, Sister Veronica, we've got company! Cops!
gritting her teeth Fuck! We gotta lose them, Balve! Get behind the wheel and floor it!
panicking Shit, I can't drive!
snatches the keys from Probalva and takes the driver's seat Don't worry, Balve, I've got this under control! Just hold on tight and keep your head down!