So here's the script

A black SUV is out, in the rain; the poor thing, with its headlights suffering past sleepiness. Jack is inside, tap tap tap, drumming his fingers lazily along the dashboard. She's been in there for hours, now.

Maybe he'll watch how every raindrop that crashes onto the window swerves and collides into the others. Maybe he'll try and predict which one the latest member of the crew is bound to fall into. Maybe she'll finally get her sorry ass and jet-black hair out of that whore-house.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Jack..whew, some party", she sighs, out of breath. It's a happy sigh; the mere fact that she had the courtesy to apologize meant she got what she had come for, a nice sloppy kiss off that cute boy at gym class or that girl with pink highlights at the bowling alley, Jack never knew anymore, Jack couldn't keep up.

"Anya had a whole shitload of drinks..not those cheapo ones we score for our little get-togethers, mind you. Real hard hitting, throat burning, fine stuff, y'know? God, she's loaded. Those kids get anything they want like that" (insert synchronized snap.)

Just like you. "Mmm? Did you say something, Jack?" Nothing.."I love you."