Layla is sitting on her couch.
She is sniffing coke.
She takes a swig from the bottle of jack.
She is wearing the same clothes as before.
Her brother comes into the room.
He is a traditional skeezer.
He is wearing a Metallica shirt and has a mullet and tattoos.
“My car broke, you gotta drive me to work,” says Layla’s brother.
“What the fuck happened to your car?”
“You know how I said the radiator leaked. Well, I drank a whole bottle of Jagermeister and forgot to put any antifreeze in it. And well it blew up.”
“Fucking white trash luck! Well let’s go.”
They go outside.
Layla drives a hoopty made in the late eighties. One of the windows is a garbage bag. There is rust all over it.