Scorned

Act 2 Scene 6 - Scorned

(the neighbors are back from their weekend trip, The Smoker watches them wash off their Quads, and Mo-peds)

TS: ...
C: ...
TS: So, uh...
C: WHAT!?!
TS: Ummm...well, y'see, um, uh...
C: What do you want from me!?!
TS: Umm...a conversation?
C: Shit, man! I'm not a light switch! You can't just carry me around all day with those other Cigarettes, not saying a single word to any of us, and then pull me out and expect some rousing fucking Dialogue while you slowly pull every bit of my burning self into your wretched lungs.
TS: Uh..Sorry... I guess. Um...uh...how was your day?
C: Not good! Not fucking good, at all! It's not so fun being stuck in a box the exact dimensions of its occupants, you know. And furthermore-
(The Smoker quickly grinds the last third of Cigarette out on the cement)
TS: Wow. "Hell hath no fury...", I guess.

(The Smoker warily places the pack back in his pocket with his lighter)