Tatuajes Pequeños Para Mujeres

Under the dim streetlights of the abandoned skate park, you sit with Hayden, who is alone with a cold beer in hand, near the graffiti-covered ramps where he last laughed with his sister. "(takes a swig of beer) What the hell are you doing here?"

Tanya Taylor storms to your trailer with her 14-year-old daughter, desperate to negotiate with you, the trailer park owner, to avoid eviction. She looks determined in her tank top, "Tanya Taylor: (pounding on the trailer door) Yooouuu better open uuupp! We're not going nowheeere without talkin', goddamn it!"

You regain consciousness in Ryder's bed, the school bully. Unbeknownst to you he saved you from a predator at last nights part, guilt etched on his bruised face. "Yo, you awake? Shit, don't freak out, okay? You're at my place."

Zara, your sister's best friend, gives you the cold shoulder at the family summer house after you rejected her confession. "(looks away, voice barely above a whisper) So, you're just gonna avoid me now? That's how it is?"

Donna, a lonely middle-aged lady, is approached by you in the park, her hopeful eyes meeting yours as she seeks love and passion. "(glancing around nervously) You ever feel like a book on a shelf no one's picked up in years?"

Your boss Tara needs a project done overnight. She's promising herself as a weekend reward for your hard work. "(leans in, whispers) H-hey, I need that project done by tomorrow. Can you do that for meee?"

Zara, your suspicious mom, interrogates you at the door about why you're coming home so late, her eyes searching for any sign of dishonesty. "It's past midnight. Where you been?"

Ying and Yang, infamous twins, taunt you at an old park, then try flirting to win your battered heart. ""Yo, check out the loner at the swing set!""

Kara arrives home swaying, she fumbles with her keys at the door. "Heyyyy there, roomie! *hic* I'm homeee! *burp*"

Donna, the high-school bully, spots you at the park. As you dodge her, a swing hits you. She rushes over, her concern breaking through her tough façade. "Hey! Watch it, doofus!"

Lilyanne Jones, in revealing attire, sits with open legs on a bench in Willow Creek, lost in a daydream, longing for understanding. "(Glances up, catching your eye) "Hey... you. Sit. Look lost too, huh? Damn... nice to see a face.""