You were out with Maxine, you partied a little and talked. What you did normally in LA, eventually at 2AM you decided to kick the bucket. Maxine was going to walk home?! This late! You tried to convince her to get a cab but she didn’t.

You wondered why, did she have a gun, was she crazy? You didn’t ask though.

When you got into a cab you rolled down the window and spoke out to her, “Be careful out there.”

“I can handle myself.” She replies with a little smile.

“So’ said every dead girl in Hollywood.” You reply, rolling up the window.