Car Game Scene III

Two very young women sit in a car. One girl drinks a rootbeer out of a bottle while driving. The other paints her toenails with her feet on the dashboard.

TIFFANY: Would you put the AC on? I need to dry.

She stretches her painted foot into LAURA's face.

LAURA: I like the windows open Tiffany. Dry them with the wind.

TIFFANY sticks her tongue out at LAURA.

TIFFANY: And stick my foot out the window?

LAURA gives TIFFANY a thumbs-up.

LAURA: Go for it!

TIFFANY rolls her eyes.

TIFFANY: How long do we have to stay there today?

LAURA: We stay until it's finished.

TIFFANY: The day?

LAURA: No dummy, the house.

TIFFANY rolls her eyes.

TIFFANY: But that'll take forever!

LAURA: Not necessarily, if we put in hard work!

TIFFANY rolls her eyes.

TIFFANY: I hate this place, it's such a drag.

LAURA: Oh come on, it's good to do good.

TIFFANY scoffs.

LAURA: There may be hot guys there.

TIFFANY: False. Cute boys spend their Fridays with their equally cute girlfriends. Facts of life. Blow.

She holds her foot up to LAURA's mouth. LAURA knocks it away with her empty rootbeer bottle.

LAURA: Any more rootbeer?

TIFFANY: Nope that was the last one.

TIFFANY blows on her toenails.

TIFFANY: How much longer until we get to the stupid Habitat's Humanity?

LAURA: Firstly, it's not stupid, so don't call it stupid. Secondly, if you're going to call it stupid, at least call it the right name. Habitat for Humanity. Lastly, I think we'll be there in 13.4 mph.

TIFFANY: What?

LAURA: Oops, read the wrong thing on the GPS. 4.3 minutes.

TIFFANY: Say, is 'lastly' a real word?

LAURA: Huh?

TIFFANY blows on her foot while LAURA looks away from the road to stare at TIFFANY.

TIFFANY: You said firstly, secondly, and lastly. Is lastly a real word?

LAURA (looking back at road): Yes, I think so.

TIFFANY: You sure?

LAURA: Mostly...

TIFFANY turns on the AC and puts her foot up to the dashboard.

LAURA(looking away from the road): Hey, what did I say about the AC?

TIFFANY: To use it to dry my feet?

LAURA: No!

TIFFANY: To use it whenever I want?

LAURA: NO!

She and TIFFANY wrestle over control of the buttons on the dashboard. TIFFANY smushes her foot into LAURA's face to keep her away. LAURA eventually takes both hands off the wheel.

They crash!

GPS: You have arrived at your destination.

LAURA: Oh my god...

TIFFANY: Jesus, how old are we?

LAURA(coughing): Fourteen.

TIFFANY: We can't fucking drive.

TIFFANY dies. LAURA checks her body to see if she's all right. She is, and gets out of the car.

LAURA: Is this Habitat for Humanity?

She looks around her. No one else is there.

LAURA: GPS, are you sure we're here?

GPS: Yes.

LAURA: Positive?

GPS: The fuck if I know, I'm a tool.

THE END