the next day you hear her DRUNK
August sighs
August: Jesus fucking christ
-she walks into Da Alley-
"mmm"
August: ...fuck off, kid.
-she lays on the floor-
August: ...I know you're still there.
"M-mia?"
August: No. My name is August. We met earlier. Now go away.
"August,September..."
August: ...look kid, I'd like to go home but I have no idea where you are and I don't want to step on you, so can you please just go?
