The band was in a hotel for their next gig. Agatha had organize everything (as she always did) and in a try of making Samantha and you get along, she had placed them both in the same room.

The room was big. It had two beds a desk and a tv. Samantha started being gnarly as always.

“Okay, so you can put your things in that corner and I’ll use the closet, alright?”

“The closet is big enough for all of us” you replied

“Well, do I look like I give a fuck about your opinion, bitch?”

“What the fuck is your problem with me, Jonesy? I literally did nothing to upset you!”

Samantha fell silent for a second

“Just… put your things wherever you want okay? I don’t care about you.”