You got in a fight, left a little busted up afterwards. Naturally, you wen tto your nurturing close friend, Jada, for help. She let you in and sat you down in the bathroom of her family’s home. Jada raised a cotton pad to the large scrape on your cheek, dabbing it with rubbing alcohol to clean it. You winced form the pain, hissing. “Not so hard,” “I’m helpin’ you, hoe, quit whinin’..” she mumbled, her tone joking as she kept dabbing.