What the fuck!?

Shane steps back, taking in what she’s just discovered.

            “Carmen,” She starts off with a calm, but stern voice not wanting to make Carmen edgy. “What the hell are you doing? What is this shit?”

The Latina stays silent with a shocked look on her face as Shane comes closer and takes something from her hands.

            “Cocaine, Carmen? Are you fucking kidding me? When the hell did you start doing drugs?

Silence…

“Carmen, Talk to me!” Shane started to lose her temper. “What the fuck are you doing? This isn’t you!”

            “Shane, I am a grown ass woman,” Carmen finally began to speak up. “I can do whatever the fuck I want! Besides, your not saint, so don’t stand there and try to preach to me!”

Shane lowers her tone knowing that she can’t get Carmen to stop if she’s angry. “Look, I’m not trying to preach, but I’ve done the whole drug thing. It’s not going to help you. It’s a façade. It’ll mask all your problems and even though you’ll feel great at first, as soon as you come down off your high, your right back in your shitty life. I don’t know what you’re snorting for, but let me tell you, it’s not worth it.”

Just then someone walks into the restroom, stopping in front of the door. Shane stops talking to keep the conversation between Carmen and herself.

The person comes a few steps closer and blankly says, “Shane,” with a head nod.

            “Uh… do I know you?” a slightly confused Shane asks.

The person chuckles to herself. She was taller than Shane and was a little more muscular.

            “No, but I know you.”

Shane stays quiet with a raised eyebrow and confused look on her face.

“I’m the reason you’re not married right now.” This woman had an accomplished look on her face, as if she were a kid who just blew their first bubble.

Shane stammers back a few steps as if she were just pushed by this woman. Blinking with disbelief, she looks at Carmen.

            “Shane.” Carmen stalls by clearing her throat. “This is Sam.”