Wrong place, wrong time.
Is that even a question? Are we sneaking out?
Is that even a question? 11 PM, meet me here.
Okay. That makes sense. I really don’t care. The heels look good on you though.
Once you get stabbed with a pump, you never forget.
Planning on going anywhere fun, Mal?
You got stabbed with a pump? What did you do to deserve that?
Not tonight, but tomorrow I’m going to the city. Wanna come with?
Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Because I know a lot of guys who think that’s a bad thing.
I don’t like it, personally. I like to be a little shorter, or like, eye-level.
Who needs a sword when you can puncture a kidney with those heels.
That’s what I always say! Finally someone who understands!
I swear I’m afraid you’re going to fall. But hey. You’re almost as tall as me.
Aw, see that’s the thing about heels, though. I tower over guys that aren’t tall.
[Sees her and smiles a bit.] Those are some tall shoes. How do girls even walk in those?
[She giggles and walks down two of the three steps on the porch.] Balance. I guess you just get used to it eventually.
Are you going to a party or something? Or somewhere…else? Should I be concerned?
[She looks up from her phone.] What? No, no. I just got these and I’m breaking them in. I’m going out tomorrow night.
[She walks out of her cabin in large, tall heels and starts walking around on the front porch, looking at her phone as she does.]
[Macey is in dance clothes: spandex shorts and a tank top, her hair in a sloppy, high ponytail. She has cleared a large space in the Rec Room for herself and dances this. When she’s finished she rolls onto her stomach and grabs her water bottle, taking a long drink from it.]
[Malia wanders in slowly, not wanting to interrupt after seeing she had been dancing.] Uh, hey. Sup.
Miss me, babe?
Of course I did. [She grins.] How was college life?