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Betty Lee was sitting on the porch outside of her and Caden’s quaint little house, smoking a lemon haze joint, when her phone started buzzing. 

“I just want five minutes of peace and fucking quiet.” she grumbled to herself, spliff poking out from between her lips, as she pulled the phone out of her pockets with her chubby fingers. 

[b] Incoming Call: Marie [/b]. 

“What do you want, slut?” Betty answered with soft humour in her voice, using one hand to press the phone against the side of her plump face, and the other to briefly pull the joint out of her mouth, as she blew smoke out into the air.

“Yo, Free Willy,” Marie’s voice crackled down the line “Mason’s busy perving on the girls at the Sin Den. You wanna hang?” 

“Urgh, I GUESS I can spare some time for you, hoe,” she laughed, taking another drag from her joint “Caden’s busy doing big bad biker things, so the house is free if you wanna swing by.” 

“Dope. I’ll see you in the five.” 

Marie hung up. 

Despite the fact that she was only dressed in pyjama bottoms, with her gut hanging out over the top of the band, and a much-too-tight t-shirt that belonged to her boyfriend, with messy uncombed ginger hair hanging around her shoulders, Betty Lee was in no rush to make herself look presentable. 

Marie Ramos was the closest thing that Betty Lee had to a friend in Guercheville, and one of the other biker chicks that had been dragged along to this shit hole town by her boyfriend, when the Moons decided to try and claim it as their own. 

Betty Lee was quite happy to just sit and smoke up, until Marie arrived. They’d probably just watch a film, and maybe get through what was left of Betty’s weed stash. The young woman knew where Caden kept his acid, so they might even drop a few tabs, if Marie was feeling up to it.

Rather unexpectedly, her phone rang again.

 
[b] Incoming Call: Marie [/b]. 

“You get lost on your way over, you ditzy bitch?” 

“Word is that the Moons are butting heads with the Daughter-Fuckers at the Sin Den. Can you help me pull Mason out, before the idiot gets himself arrested?” 

Betty Lee sighed loudly. 

“I just want five minutes of peace and fucking quiet.”