2019-12-23 - The Great Escape

When Enzo gets to the funeral home Beth answers the door. It looks, well, like a funeral home. She starts up the stairs and into the apartment, closing the door behind them as if it can hide that they are inside a funeral home. And, honestly, it helps a lot. "How are the roads?" She wonders as she leads the way to the kitchen where the cookies are laid out. Half of the sugar cookies are curently in the process of being frosted. "See any other ocean creatures in places they definitely aren't supposed to be?"

"This reminds of the Haunting at Hill House or was it of Hill House? You know, that one on Netflix where the one sister ends up being a funeral home owner?" This is a very good opener, Enzo, keep it up. Once they're inside the non-funeral part of the house, he looks around, soaking in the details. "Hmm? Oh, they're absolute shit. It's going to be a circus out there by tomorrow morning with the one plow and everything." He wanders on through the apartment, careful to wipe his shoes on whatever mat is available so he doesn't track crap all over the place. "No! I haven't. How do you think they're doing in this kind of weather though? Kind of seems not sea-land creature friendly."

"I can't remember the last time it snowed this much." Beth says as she opens the cabinet to take down various bags of tea along with two plates. One of the plates is handed to Enzo, and she motions towards the cookies. "Have at it. And what kind of tea do you want?" She motions towards the selection of teas with one hand before she reaches for the kettle to pour hot water into two mugs. "Maybe they hibernate? Or they have little eight-armed coats they wear to keep warm? I just hope they don't decide to cross out of the woods again."

"Me either. I guess it's nice to have a white Christmas or whatever, even if it's cramping out any of the decent parties that are going on..." Enzo looks out toward one of the windows, observing what little he can find of the street out there. He unwinds the scarf from around his neck and lets his coat rest on the back of a chair, adding the scarf to it. "Uh..." on tea. "Earl Grey?" He accepts the plate from her hand and puts a couple of cookies on it, leaning his weight into the counter while she makes the tea. "Maybe. I kind of think making eight-armed coats is more likely, somehow." He chews carefully and looks up at the ceiling, then makes a grasping motion in the air. "I couldn't, when I tried to- they felt slick. I didn't like the feel of those birds."

"We're having a party on New Years Eve." Beth mentions as she unwraps a packet of Earl Grey, and dunks it into one of the mugs. She sits it down in front of Enzo before repeating the process for herself. "I look like hell, but whatever. The show must go on." She sits down next to him with her cup and plate, and reaches for a sugar cookie decorated like a snowflake. "At least the eight armed coats would bring some logic to the entire ensemble. Like why wear a hat, but nothing else? It's not like they are trying to preserve their modesty."

"Here? Downstairs?" Enzo wonders, unconsciously glancing downward for a brief second as the New Years Eve party is mentioned. He takes the cup next and sets his plate down, careful not distribute any crumbs around the room. "Thanks. You don't look that bad. For a person that fought with their steering wheel and lost, you look pretty decent all things considered." The tea bag is carefully lifted up and down, up and down before he's satisfied. "I think it's pretty logical. Those hats were dapper as hell, if I was a land roving octopus, I'd wear one. The only thing missing was little canes."

"Downstairs." Beth says with a nod of her head before she picks up her cup to take a sip. "I've always thought it seemed a little morbid, but it's been going on for years, and now it's my turn to host it, so-" She shrugs a little. "You don't fuck with tradition, I guess." She has a nibble of the ornament cookie. "Oh thanks. Well, I may know a thing or two about hiding discoloration." This is said a little wryly. "Do you think they'd have one cane or four?"

"Yeah-" Enzo seems about to say something else but then catches himself and instead goes with, "Who do you invite for a New Years Eve party at a funeral home? Is it like... a family thing? Or-?" He cuts it off there, one dark eyebrow lofted up curiously. He takes in that next comment as he chews on a bit of a cookie and then starts to laugh, pointing a finger in her general direction. "Yeah, that's a good one. Very nice. And I don't know, I feel like four canes might be overkill. Where do you think the got the extra hats from for us- also why couldn't they give that little guy a new hat?"

"It's a fundraiser." Beth says, and her lips twitch upwards as she goes on to explain. "For meals on wheels. You know, those people who cook dinners and deliver them to old people or housebound people?" She looks slightly amused as she adds, "Really we're raising funds for our most popular sort of clientele. I keep telling dad if we keep trying to feed old people they've live longer, and that's just not good business." She shakes her head, "Well, is it? We only use canes because we have two legs, and a cane is support for one leg. An octopus has eight."

"Whoa now," Enzo starts as he holds up one hand with a laugh. "I know you think that I'm some sort of rich hospital repeat escapee, but I have heard of meals on wheels. Also I'm not sure you want them to all start dying of starvation. It'd be a sudden death influx, florists would run out of flowers, you'd run out of coffins. Just, totally fucking pandemonium out there." There's a possibility that he's blown up this sudden starvation death thing in his mind a little. Just a little. "How would they climb the trees with four canes?" he counters and then adds, a sly smirk starting to tease his lips upward: "I'll drive us out there now," in the snow storm, "and you can ask them personally what their feelings on canes are."

"You're not some rich hospital repeat escapee?" Beth asks, and her brow arches from behind her glasses as she gives him a dubious expression. She nods her head as he mentions she probably doesn't want all of the old people to starve. "Well, I do only have four slots in my refrigeration unit, and it's just disrespectful to make them share." She shrugs one shoulder in response to his question, "Maybe they leave their canes down on the ground?" A beat, "One of your cousins has a Maserati...do you have some fancy Italian sports car, too?"

"The key word in there is 'repeat'. Also it's not really escaping. I just discharge myself early if I don't feel like I need to be admitted anymore. It's not like I'm chained to the bed or anything." Enzo sips from the tea and stretches his legs far out in front of him, crossing at the ankles. His smirk twists, turns into a slanted smile and he lifts one shoulder in order to drop it again. "No, I don't have a fancy Italian sports car. It's a BMW. And okay but if they leave their canes on the ground, how come we didn't see them with any? Why didn't they use them to beat the birds off?"

"You're just making choices for yourself." Beth concludes amusedly. "You're your own man." She breaks off a piece of her cookie and dips it in her tea before popping it in her mouth, chewing while he speaks, and when he finishes she asks, "How does the BMW handle in the snow?" She laughs outright, "Because they needed all eight arms to run away from the birds. You can't run and beat at the same time. They would have tripped. That's just logical right there. Same as leaving the canes at the base of the tree. They are fashion accessories not weapons."

"Yes, that's it. I'm my own man..." Enzo digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone, knocking a couple of texts out quickly before putting it down on the table next to him and idly spinning it. "Uh, okay. It's probably not really meant for snowstorms, but I'm an amazing driver." This is probably not true. "Do you really want to go out to the park and see if we can find them again? So we can really ask about the canes? And right okay, they would have had to stand their ground," he says with a laugh. "Maybe they could use a little bravery in their lives. Stand up to the man."

"Oh, I don't think they are there at all." Beth says matter-of-factly. "But the truth of the matter is I've been cooped up in this house since I got back from the hospital because I'm not allowed to drive, and my dad and grandpa won't let me go downstairs to do work. It's bullshit. Like I'm sixteen again, and I really really want to go to Beibei Galloway's party-" She looks at him very seriously, "Do you remember how they always used to talk about how Beibei Galloway threw the best parties when her parents were out of town? Well, my parents had like this sixth sense when it came to underage drinking, and I could never go. That's what it feels like now. Except-" She points to him, "Since I'm a grown ass woman they can't call the cops on me if I put on my coat, we duck down the fire escape, and get into your BMW and fuck around in the show for a little bit."

Enzo picks his phone up and taps it against his mouth, squinting those blue eyes of his at her over the top of it. An eyebrow pops up, his mouth suppresses a smile. "You want me to help you break out of here down the fire escape?" He looks over to the window, weighing the options before he knocks back his tea. "Alright, lets do it. For the record, Beibei Galloway's parties weren't really that great unless you drank a lot while you were there and even then, just passing. You didn't miss much. Come on-" he moves to his feet and starts throwing his jacket and scarf back on. The cookies aren't entirely abandoned, he swipes one.

Beth smiles in a sheepish manner, and responds with a nod of her head. "If I don't leave this house for a few hours I will lose my goddamn mind." She leaves her own tea and cookies where they rest, and heads towards the living room to bundle up for the cold outside. Some snow boots are thrown on over her fuzzy socks before she starts towards a window, and opens it. She stops to look back at him, "Really? But everyone acted like they were so great." She pulls the lever on the fire escape ladder, looks down at the ground briefly as if checking to make sure there is enough snow to cushion her fall, and then she swings her leg out of the window and ducks down to get on it.

"Everyone in high school was full of shit and liked cheap vodka. Ladies first," Enzo gestures and is super gracious which surely has nothing to do with him having no idea how to make the fire escape ladder work. Once she's heading on down, he follows with the cookie between his teeth. This is all incredibly dignified and he goes monkeying down the ladder after her, not all that graceful but adequate enough to not slip and fall down and need to be taken to the hospital. After she's done climbing and safely out of the way, he'll drop into the snow. "Wooo, that's was a good time," he comments with a huff and digs his keys out of his pocket. "Right around the front. To the park?"

Beth climbs down the icy fire escape ladder without breaking her neck. She moves out of Enzo's way, and starts to move around the house. "Sure to the pa-shit!" She ducks out of the way of the window just as one of the older Lawson men walks past it, and reaches out to snag Enzo by his coat and pull him away from the window as well.

First, Enzo straight up walks in front of the window. Just he's right there. He's. Right. There. Then she's pulling him backwards and he's sort of resisting a little in his initial confusion and bam. Down he goes into the snow. He's there on his back, in the falling snow, staring up at Beth and looking around with blue eyes as wide as saucers. And then he starts to laugh, it's a couple of quick snickers before he slaps a hand over his mouth, pulls his feet back and just goes totally still in the fetal position. This is fine.

@emit The older Lawson man is joined by a woman. They are watching it snow, and the sight of Enzo walking past their window before falling down because Beth pulled on his coat causes them both to look very confused.

Meanwhile, Beth is looking down at Enzo, and she snorts before she claps a hand over her mouth as well. Her shoulders shake a little, but it's brief. Then she gets down on her knees, and flattens out on her belly to crawl under the windowsill to avoid being caught.

There's no way that Enzo will ever be able to sneak by this window. So as Beth gets down onto the ground and begins crawling past, he gets to his feet and stands intentionally in front of the it. He brushes the snow off of his coat and starts talking to the people inside through the glass. "Hello, I'm Vincenzo Addington. Is the New Years Eve Party tonight???" he asks, pointing at the watch on his wrist (while also tossing Beth the car keys). "I want to come to the fundraiser??" Does he? "It's for the starving old people?" He doesn't sound entirely sure. Assuming that the answer is going to be something like 'no you insane person, the party isn't tonight', he'll smile his best most charming smile and nod and start to back away to his car.

The Lawsons just sort of stare at Enzo before Mr. Lawson cracks a window. "Uh, son the party isn't until New Years Eve. It's not yet Christmas." He stares at Enzo a moment before he says, "Don't party too hard before then, son." Mrs. Lawson shakes her head softly before she puts on a polite smile, "Have a nice night!" The window is then closed, and they walk away.

The keys land on Beth's back. She lets out a, "Oof!" out of surprise, and reaches up to snag them before they land in the snow. She gets up then and makes a mad dash for the BMW on the side of the street, hitting the unlock button, and slipping in before she lowers the seat to hide while she waits for Enzo to get in the driver's seat.

After having now convinced Beth's parents (?) that he's probably a drunk or drug addict that wanders around during snowstorms seeking out his next party, Enzo walks very quickly and not at all like he has something to hide all the way to the car. He dusts some of the snow off of himself before he opens the door and drops onto the seat. "You know, Patrick said I was going to die but I didn't think that he meant tonight outside on the lawn of the funeral home." Once he gets his keys back, he starts the car up and slowly and carefully pulls away from the curb. After they're a safe distance away, he starts to laugh. "Oh, man. I really did feel seventeen there for a second."

As they pull away from the curb Beth puts her seat up and puts on her seatbelt since she's already kissed a steering wheel once this week. No need to kiss the dashboard of an entirely different vehicle. Her head turns when Enzo starts laughing, and she laughs, too. "I honestly feel like this night cannot be concluded without us buying ditch weed from the Huckleberry or convincing some sleazy guy to buy us some Four Lokos and vodka in a plastic jug."

Despite Enzo's declaration that he's an amazing driver, it turns out that he's only mostly okay in about the same way as every other person is when they're driving in a ton of snow. Also he doesn't have the chains or whatever on his tires as mandated. But somehow they'll manage to make it on the mean streets of Gray Harbor during a storm. "Four Lokos?? God, do you think people are still really drinking that stuff. I don't think I've mixed crap like that since I got out of college. I would probably die. You'd have to find space for me in the fridge." He catches his breath and wipes a tear from his eyes. "Were those your parents?"

"No one of legal drinking age drinks Four Lokos." Beth says with certainty. "Only teenagers are dumb enough to drink malt liquor that will give you heart palpitations." She turns her head to watch the sidewalk as they drive by. "Yeah. Those were my parents." Her lips quirk upwards as she resists the urge to laugh, but loses that battle. "If we're going to be friends I am going to have to sneak around or they'll start asking why I am hanging out with someone who clearly needs AA."

"I guess I could have come up with a better story than 'is the party tonight?' but I was in a rush," Enzo explains as he starts to laugh all over again, giving the steering wheel a light thwap with his hand as they turn the corner. "And it was one of the last things we talked about before we went out the window so I sort of just went with it." The car mildly drifts around that corner but straightens out and they're closing in on the park. "If we're going to be friends, tell them that I'm going to meetings. It was a lapse in judgement. You're my non-alcoholic sober buddy." So many fun options.

"Too bad my mom is already on my ass because she thinks I go out too much." Beth says with a grin. "She'll be like-" She then begins to mimic her mother's voice, "Elizabeth you are at an age where you ought to be thinking of the future. Don't you want a family of your own? You'll never find a good man at a bar or an AA meeting." She wraps her arms around herself and laughs at it all. "I killed my houseplants from overwatering. She said it was because I lacked something to nurture."

"Do your parents live at the funeral home with you? How do they know how often you're going out?" Enzo pulls up to the curb, managing not to slide wildly out of control and drive up onto the sidewalk. "Tell her you're afraid that you're going to drown your future family, the houseplants are proof. Also tell her that's rude, I'm a very good man even if I'm going to these non-existent AA meetings," he quips with a laugh before taking his phone out and depositing it in the center counsel. "Alright, Elizabeth," he says, drawling out the name as he pops the door of the car open and gets out. "We've arrived. Time to rebel against staying indoors." Like a couple of real adults.

"They used to. My mom can't handle the stairs anymore, and my dad wants to retire so they moved into a bungalow down the street, and my dad only works part time while I run all the day-to-day operations. But they know because they ran a funeral home for thirty years, and they know everyone." Beth laughs when he tells her that. "Stop asking me to have children, mom. I will totally drown them just like these houseplants." She reaches over to flick his arm lightly. "No one gets to call me Elizabeth but my mom." She opens her own car door, and unfastens her seat belt. "So are we really going to look for Octopi with hats?"

"See, it's the perfect excuse. No one wants their kid to go to jail for drowning children," Enzo explains and spreads his hands out. There's a great exaggerated 'yowch' sound for when she flicks his arm. "Abuse," he accuses as he closes the door up and locks the car once she's out. "Yes, we're going to look for more Octopi with hats or canes. Or just hats. But you're probably right about them not being over there anymore."

"They don't?" Beth asks in a are-you-so-sure-of-that sort of tone. She takes a few steps out into the snow and looks around before she laughs. "Aw shit. I have no clue where this gazebo was." She turns her head to look at him thoughtfully before she asks, "Do you?" And then she sort of just starts stomping off in the snow. "I'm also right about them having four canes or no canes. And a monocle. Because they only have one eye."

"I'm pretty sure that I'm right about that," Enzo answers in regards to the jail time for murder thing. He holds his hands up like he's trying to create a picture frame with his fingers and he moves the frame around before letting his arms flop. "I have no idea. I kind of was just wandering and... then there was a ton of rain and bam we were in the gazebo. Just like that." Just like that! He stoops down when she stomps off and scoops up a bunch of snow into his gloved hands, packing it together. There's a bunch of mmhmming going on as she declares herself right about the canes, monocles and number of eyeballs. Then he soft lobs the snowball with a reasonable amount of accuracy in her direction.

Beth stops and puts a hand on her hip while lifting the other to shield her eyes from the setting sun as she tries to find the whereabouts of the gazebo. "Maybe the gazebo we really found was the one in our hearts the entire time?" She jokes, and just then his snowball hits her on the back. She lets out an indignant little squeak, and turns around to face him before putting both hands on her hip now. "Excuse me, sir! I am injured!" She reaches down to start balling up snow, and hurls a hastily made ball at Enzo's chest. It misses and goes sailing over his head.

"It's just a little concussion, you're totally okay!" Enzo is not a medical doctor or any other kind of doctor. But he packs a mean snowball, even if he doesn't always hit his target. Caught up in the excitement of tossing snow around, he throws that next one a little too hastily and it can be easily dodged or batted away. "I'm sure if the Octopi were here, they'd appreciate this." Or maybe they wouldn't, it's kind of hard to decide really.

Beth leans to the left, and the snowball goes sailing past her shoulder. "Oh, they'd have plenty of arms for throwing snowballs." She bends down to ball up snow in her mitten-covered hands, and throws the snowball at Enzo. This one hits, and she lets out a cry in celebration before she scoops down to begin forming another one. "Did you just take me out here to throw snowballs at me?!"

The snowball explodes on his chest, coating his nice jacket in a spray of sparkly white mist. "Is that the way you treat your partner in crime? The man who helped you slip past the gates of oppression?" Enzo wants to know, voice pitched to a suitably dramatic tone as he leans over and scoops up another snowballs and sends it hurtling through the air to hit her. "I feel like this all stems from you and not me, somehow. I don't know. You invited me over. We escaped down your fire escape. We..." he has a few more steps to run down before he really completes this theory but he ends up abandoning it instead, laughing as he tries to preemptively get out of her path. "I mean throwing snowballs at you is fun."

Beth would likely have an eloquent reply for his monologue. Undoubtably something witty and humorous. If she wasn't actively trying to avoid getting pelted by another snowball. She lets out a shriek as she gets nailed in the back, and dramatically crumples forward onto her knees in the deep snow. "I surrender! You win! You have proven yourself a far more worthy adversary than I first anticipated!" Surrender given she flops backwards into the snow to make a snow angel.

That was a lot of physical expenditure on throwing snowballs, it's enough to have Enzo looking for a place to sit down nearby. "Yes! Victory!" he yells up at the sky before dropping onto one of the benches. He does not roll around in the snow. Apparently that's just a little too far for him, for now.

Beth has already been in the snow once before so why not be in it some more? She even shimmies about as if trying to get more comfortable in it while gazing up at the sky after having finished her snow angel. "I don't think I've seen this much snow before." She admits thoughtfully once she's found a comfortable position that can be tolerated for a few minutes before she gets too cold and they have to make their way back to the car.

"I haven't seen this much snow in Gray Harbor, at least." Enzo sprawls his limbs all over the bench, claiming it. Of course, the bench also has snow on it, so his attempts at not sitting down in the white stuff is pretty much moot. He lets his head roll back as he stares up, snow hitting his cheeks and catching to his eyelashes. "How are you feeling over there?" he wonders, looking down and over at her. "That snowball fight was preeetty intense." It was a snowball fight.

"Well, if I died out here from an aneurysm because we just had the most exciting snowball fight ever and my poor concussed brain couldn't handle it at least you could leave, and my corpse would be preserved until someone found me." Beth smiles sweetly up at Enzo after she says this. "You could flee and wouldn't have to have an awkward conversation with the coroner." Her lips curve upwards even further as she finishes her morbid joke.

Fun fact: Enzo has no idea how concussions work. Not even a little, he probably thinks you're still not allowed to go to sleep when you have one. "Wow, that's really morbid. I'd at the very least call 911 so that they could come and get you before you got freezer burn," he allows magnanimously. "Anything else is just bad manners. Then I would flee and probably flee the entire state too because I've seen Forensic Files and I know that they can catch like, just about anyone. I'm too pretty for jail."

"Call 911? Wow you truly are a gentleman." Beth says with a little bit of a swoon in her voice. "And you're so pretty they'd probably send you to a prison with white collar criminals. You could bully all those embezzling accountants into being your goons and have them steal office supplies or whatever is of value in white collar prisons." Clearly she knows as much about prison as he does about concussions.

"I know, such a gentleman. Sometimes people are just blown away by my kindness and my thoughtfulness for other people. They don't even know how to contain their excitement," Enzo drawls on, still occasionally glancing at her over there in the snow. "Yes, I'd be the king of white collar prison. I could set up a throne out of exercise equipment in the exercise yard."

Beth lets out a snerk of amusement at his comments before she announces, "Okay my ass is cold now," She begins sitting up out of the snow, and awkwardly rolls over to push herself up into a stand because there is no graceful way to stand up in tall snow. She begins to beat snow off of herself. "Thanks." She says to him. "I needed to escape."

"Just your ass? Your whole body is in the snow," Enzo laughs and gets up from the bench, brushing the snow from his clothes. "Probably a good idea to get back before the roads are totally shit and someone pulls me over because I don't have chains on my tires. Then I really will be on my way to white collar prison."

"Mostly my ass. And my fingers. Which really is an odd combo." Beth observes as she continues beating snow off of herself. "You can get pulled over for that? Huh. I had no idea." She starts towards the direction of where they left his BMW then, snow sticking to her loose hair as it falls from the sky. "You know you'd probably need at least one tribal armband you can hide under a long sleeved shirt for white collar prison, I think."

"Can't you? I feel like if they say 'you better have no chains on the tires' and you don't then... that could be considered a hazard? I mean, I'm not an expert. It doesn't exactly now here that much,' Enzo says falling into step with her as they near the car, already coated in a couple of inches of snow. When she mentions a tribal tattoo armband, he coughs uncomfortably, "Right, yeah. I'd need to get one. Let me just get the door for you-" The car gets a beep beep from the clicker in his hand.

"I don't think it'll illegal so much as recommended?" Beth says as she goes to the passenger side of the car. When he coughs uncomfortably she says, "No?! Do you?" And then she laughs. Or maybe it's not a laugh so much as a cackle of glee. "You truly are meant to be king of white collar prison." She beats snow off of herself one last time, and climbs into the car.

"Lalalala, I can't hear you asking me that, lalala!" Enzo stuffs his fingers into his ears after the car doors are opened and closed. He also brushes snow off of himself because this isn't a barn. Once he's back inside and turning stuff on and wiping windows, etc... "Look, sometimes you go to college and things just happen."

"I went to college and made out with blue-haired girls my first semester of sophomore year so I guess that's fair." Beth says with a commiserating look. "At least I didn't get a blue haired mermaid on my arm to remind me of that short and confusing time in my life. You take off your shirt, and..." She trails off, her look turning sympathetic.

"Made out with blue haired girls in your first semester of sophomore year? That's incredibly specific. And I think a single tattoo on my bicep is a lot more low key than like, a blue haired mermaid. How many blue haired mermaids were you making out with?" The car gets put into gear and Enzo slooowly pulls away so that they don't go fishtailing down the street. "I had some drinks and I was a little drunk and I distinctly remember it seeming like a great idea."

"It's not like I kept count of the girls with brow earrings and alternatively shaded hair that I made out with in the 2006 to 2007 school year." Beth says before she bends down to untie her boots and wiggle her toes out of them. "Well yeah. I mean I was sharing that I understood what you meant. Thankfully the dumb shit I did in college didn't leave a mark."

"Yeah, me either." Or did he? Enzo doesn't go into an explanation there. "It's alright, it's not like I'm the only guy who got one of those tattoos. It's like the ones on the lower back that all of the girls were getting. I'm a product of my time. I can be in some museum exhibit when I'm eighty-five showcasing the habits of early 2000s tattooing." He pulls down the various streets that lead back to the funeral home.

"I could preserve it for you. After you're gone, I mean. We could donate it to the George W. Bush library as an example of early 2000s body art." Beth sighs a little then before adding, "No one has agreed to let me take their tattoos and tan them after they die. It's a real bummer." She watches as the snowy streets roll by. The funeral home isn't far from the park, and it won't take long even with the bad roads.

"You're so generous, it's almost blinding, really. Since no one else has offered, I'll say it now: sure, go ahead. Tan my tattoo and send it off to the George W. Bush library to be preserved and put on display for the masses," Enzo replies in a tone that definitely suggests he's joking and also maybe doesn't think she really wants to do that. As they pull up to her funeral home he coasts into a slow down and pulls it around the side so that he doesn't get in trouble with Mr. Lawson for having his daughter out in a snow storm.

"Oh, no it's you who are generous." Beth says in that same tone. "For letting me peel off your skin and for letting me send it to the George W. Bush library." She slips her feet back into her boots, and bends down to tighten her laces when they've arrived. "Thanks for the great escape. I'll see you when I'm not on house arrest." She opens the door to the car then, and gets out. Then she trudges through the snow to the front door.

Enzo rolls the window down as she's walking to the door, "Cool! Tell your parents that I'm not an alcoholic, okay? Thanks!" he calls after her and rolls the glass back up.