Nicole leaned against the brick wall outside the dimly lit watering hole, the faint hum of shitty pop music seeping through the cracks. With one hand shoved in her pocket and the other firmly clutching her phone, she spoke into the phone with a frustrated edge in her voice.

"And I swear to God, if Jeffery does that fucking Elmo voice at me in science class one more time, I’m launching a metal-plated margarita straw at his stupid theater-kid ass. The teacher told him he has a “future in voice acting,” and now he walks around sounding like Sesame Street got addicted to Adderall."