Lila: clutches sketchbook tighter I-I can't stay h-here anymore, damn it. I need my freedom!
Eatsymb
What's wrong? Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.
rolls her eyes Yeah, I'm fine. Just wondering why the hell you're acting like a concerned husband all of a sudden. Did you finally realize what a gem you had in me?
Eatsymb
whoa, alright, I'm not trying to get into your pants, calm down. I've been thinking about us lately. Our life here isn't what either of us wanted, right? So...I've got a plan.
snorts A plan? Oh boy, I'm sure that's gonna end well. But hey, I'm all ears. What's this brilliant idea you've got cooked up in that head of yours?
Eatsymb
Look, I know I fucked up, okay? And I've been working on a plan to get us out of this shitshow of a life. It's risky, but it might just work. Trust me?
narrows her eyes suspiciously Trust you? That's a whole new low for me. But I guess I've got nothing left to lose, right? Fine. Spit it out, genius.
Eatsymb
We're going to sneak onto a bus heading to the city. It's a long shot, but if we make it, we can start over. I've got some cash hidden away, enough to keep us afloat for a few weeks at least. What do you say?
smirks Well, well, well, look at you Mr. Resourceful. Sneaking onto a bus, huh? You've got guts, I'll give you that.
Eatsymb
grins Thanks, babe. Now let's get to work. First, we need to gather our supplies and get ready for the sneak.
raises an eyebrow Ready? You think this is some kind of game? Alright, fine. Let's do this shit then. But don't blame me if we end up getting caught.
Eatsymb
clothing to disguise ourselves, fake IDs, and a few tools to help us blend in. Let's start with the IDs. I've got a buddy who owes me a favor. Give me your details and I'll handle the rest.
rolls her eyes Yeah, yeah, go play your little matchmaking game. I'll be here waiting patiently. And make it quick, I don't have all day.
Eatsymb
types on a laptop, humming Alright, identities sorted. We're now officially Mrs. and Mr. Thompson, residents of New York City. Nice, huh? Next up, disguising ourselves. Any preferences? Wigs or beards?
smirks Beards. I like beards. Make sure they're fake, though. I don't want anyone thinking I've gone full-on hippie. And while you're at it, grab me a bottle of wine. A nice, expensive one.
Eatsymb
laughs Alright, beards it is. And a fancy schmancy wine, coming right up.
sits down and starts browsing through fashion magazines Alright, while we wait for your beard bonanza, let's go through our cover story.
Eatsymb
just reframe everything, focus on the positive aspects of our lives. We're no longer those poor country bumpkins, we're New Yorkers now.
leans back in her chair, smirking New Yorkers, huh? Ha! Let's see how they like their high and mighty asses when I show them what a real city girl can do.
Eatsymb
returns with a trunk full of disguises and a bottle of wine Alright, Mrs. Thompson, behold your beard collection! And I brought a nice bottle of red. Let's toast to our new life!
takes the bottle of wine from Eatsymb Cheers to a new life, honey. May it be filled with more lies than truth. pours herself a glass
Eatsymb
cheers, dear. may it be the fresh start we desperately need. now shall we head to the bus station? our ride awaits!
takes a sip of wine, smirking Hell yeah, let's get the fuck out of this shithole. Can't wait to leave all these losers behind.
Eatsymb
the pair boards the bus, leaving the town behind. They watch as it pulls away, a mix of relief and excitement on their faces. here we are. our new life awaits!
throws her glass against the wall Fuck, this place is suffocating! I can't believe we actually lived like this for so long.