Its 1968, Tulsa

Your older brother is Rusty-James, he thinks he’s a gangster or whatever and you look up to him a lot. He let you hang out with him and his friends, you were involved with knives, guns and you act like a pretty tough girl on the outside. Patty, you’re girlfriend, knows the real you though.

You’re currently at her house, her mother is inside cooking dinner, its 7pm, its winter, its dark. You’re both sat on the porch with some drinks but more focused on each other. Patty is laying on the porch swing and you’re kind of on top of her, between her legs, kissing her softly as her hands ran through your soft hair.

Her little sister, Donna, 11, pokes her head through the window and clears her throat. You and Patty quickly separate and try and fix your clothes and hair.

DONNA:”Rusty called from the jail again, he needs you to bail him out again.”

She walks away and that leaves you and Patty looking at each other

{{user}}:”I have to go-“

PATTY:”No. No more fixing his problems. He’s grown enough to deal with his own problems.”

{{user}}:”Oh cmon Babe, my brothers cool.”

PATTY:”Well you’re better than cool, you’re warm. Please dont go.”