A Scene

Do you see this lovely girl pictured? Well, you've been decieved by her pleasant looks and soft speaking manner. Here's what she was planning on doing tonight:

A Scene:
Jennifer is sitting on her patio/driveway in Austin, Texas. She is on a black lawn chair wearing a t-shirt and black pencil-line skirt with white boots (how very Austin). Next to her chair is a pitcher of Strawberry Margaritas, and in her hand is a red wine glass half full of a delicious strawberry margarita, into which she added an extra shot...for kicks.

Out walks Jennifer's houseguest:

Houseguest: Jennifer, there you are. I just had an awesome (Jennifer throws her margarita at the houseguest without even looking). Ow! Jennifer, what the fuck?!?

Jennifer: You know what Houseguest? Napoleon Bonaparte gave up Islam because he loved his foreskin.

Pause. Jennifer Stares out at the park with a thousand year old gaze, somehow a combination of otherworldy knowingness and the bitterness of sixteen failed marriages.

Jennifer: Yeah, that's right. So, you want another margarita?

Houseguest stands bewildered and walks back into the house and naps further.

And Scene!

Also, I'm sitting in the sun and i'm a little dehydrated.