Greg: -walks down the stairs and opens the door, glares at Michael- Zach: I've had a lot of jobs, none of them seem to last
Michael Hi sir... *Takes a swig of his beer* I was wondering if Zach could come over to my house and listen to some crap reggae music.
Jess: *Slips on a pair of tattered boots and opens her widow. Climbs out. Stands on the small ledge outside of it and pushes shut her window, then drops down quietly onto the roof of her garage/ 2nd living room.*
Jess: *She looks at the drop to the ground uncertainly then glances at a tree. Sighs and reaches out, her hands grabbing onto the branch. Swings across, so she's now in the tree, and climbs down silently.*
Archie Not right now darling, but he'll be back later. I'll tell him to call you back later. Michael *Turns to the group* No point in hanging around. I'm off home now, and Framboise you can come over later. *Smiles at her*
Michael *Unlocks the door* You in Dad? Archie: Yeah! Michael: *Steps inside and notices that his dad has cleaned up after himself.* Wow... Archie: A foreign girl called... Michael: *Contemplates for a minute.* Oh you mean Alana! Archie: Also I wanna tell you that i'm gonna try and be a better Dad. No more late nights and bring home different women. Michael: *Scoffs* Good luck! *Takes the telephone upstairs to his room and calls Alana.*
Jess: *Raises an eyebrow, looking up at the tree then at the pipe she could have slid down instead* Damnit.. *Winces, but slowly creeps through the bush-y area so that her mum can't see her through the windows.Stops outside her house and brushes leaves of her clothes.*
Alana: "Oh, yah. What'cha doing tomorrow?" She sketches a giraffe and sighs, because it genuinely failed.