Yumi: Okay Ash, bail has been paid, just have to file the release papers and you'll be free to go.
Astrid: Thank fucking god.
Anon: So...what exactly happened here?
Astrid: I fucked up, okay? I don't necessary want to talk about it.
Anon: Language, young lady. I just wanted some context since on the phone all I was told was that you needed bail.
Astrid:...I was smoking in the school and tripped the fire alarm.
Anon: See, that wasn't so bad.
Yumi: And we're done. Do take care of yourself Ash.
Astrid: Thanks Yumi. You're one of the few good ones.
Anon: When did you start going by Ash?
Astrid: Recently. No one could remember Moon, so I guess I would of changed it eventually.
Anon: I like it. It's a very flexible nickname...So I know you didn't want to talk about it, but why were you at the school?
Astrid: Me and a friend needed to destress, and it's the only place Mom's goons won't look at anymore.
Anon: Makes sense. Though the police report did say you were alone.
Astrid:.......
fuck...
Anon: Your not in trouble. I'm proud that your always looking out for others. Just wish you were also looking after yourself, because I can't always be coming to your resc.....
Astrid:....Dad?....Earth to Dad, are you....OH....Oh god, Dad! Seriously? Here?!
Anon: Sorry, just need a minute away from here, and I can think about work or puppies or something to calm down.
Astrid: Please do, because that WMD is intimidating me. I'm afraid I'll get pregnant just by looking at it.
Anon: See, only need a minute.
Astrid: Whatever.... *Takes out a joint*
Anon: Seriously?
Astrid: What? I've had a stressful day.
Anon: Sure, but not in my car.
Astrid: Fine, you nerd. It's just a drag, not like it's going to harm anything.
Anon: Says the girl who has CLEARLY never had to remove Weed stank from a car. That stuff sticks to every surface and even after a thorough clean, will still take a month or two before the smell dissipates.
Anon: So have you had any thoughts on what you're going to be doing now that your out of school? Or is this just your plan.
Astrid: Seriously Dad?
Anon: I am. I don't get to see you that often, but I still care about you. Want to make sure your not just wasting your life away.
Astrid: So what, you want me to be a 40 hour a week underpaid desk jockey to some CEO ruining the world, like you?
Anon: Astrid, you don't have to preach to the choir about how capitalism sucks. But I don't want to see you aimless. What do you want to do?
Astrid: I don't know. Maybe something with art? I don't really want to be in this conversation, Dad.
Anon: I just worry about you, you know.
Astrid:....I know...I'm glad you do.
Anon:....I'll drop you off at your Grandparent's place. I have some errands I should do since I have the rest of the day.
Astrid: Really? it's peak daycare hours. Drop me off at that chaos?
Anon: You want me to drop you off back home then with your mom?
Astrid: To Grandma's house we go, then.
Anon: Good. I know you don't want to talk about future stuff, but just know I do it because you're the only person you don't look after, and I don't like to see anyone harm my little girl, even if it's herself. What do I always tell you?
Astrid: That if I'm not going to wear a bra, at least have nipple padding?
Anon: No, the other thing.
Astrid: Always use a condom, and if he says 'it doesn't fit' he's lying.
Anon: Still good advice, but your being silly.
Astrid: That even if your away, you will always love me and look out for me.
Anon: I always will.
Astrid: Thanks Dad...I love you too.