Author's Note: Of course, as usual, I own nothing to do with the film Smokin Aces. I would like to make it clear that any views in these series of conversations, be they acceptable or not, do not reflect my personal views. I am only writing what I see to be actions and dialogues fitting of the characters herein, and hold no personal bias against anyone of any gender, race, or religion. Thank you.
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"So, you sayin this mutha fucka got him some big ass shit in his past with some old Godfatha fucka, right?" Sharice laid her seat back, reaching into the backseat and rummaging through a duffel bag.
"No shit. Girl, were you just here, were you JUST fuckin here ten minutes ago? We already--MUTHA FUCKIN!" Horns blared as Georgia swerved through the lanes, jetting down the highway. "Fuckin bitch just fuckin cuttin me off like that." Georgia stuck her hand out the window, her middle finger doing all the talking to Mr. Grey Hummer.
Sharice shot up in her seat from the swerve, her seat belt keeping her from flying through the window. "Yeah I was fuckin there! I just don't see why we just gonna go on in when he got half the fuckin mob on his side." Georgia took her hand back in the window, rolling her eyes. "I mean fuckin think about it," Sharice went on. "How you think that shit's gonna go down. 'Ay yo, Mario! Let us lil' black bitches empty a couple of rounds into yo mutha fuckin ringleader.' You know what they'd say?"
Georgia glanced at Sharice with a smirk before swerving through traffic once more. "Girl-"
"No! Don't fuckin 'GIRL' me! You KNOW what they'd fuckin say?" Sharice leaned back in her seat, pulling a bag of Cheetos out of her duffle.
Georgia sighed. "No, Sharice. I don't know what they'd fuckin say."
"They say 'BAM!' Then we'd be two dead mutha fuckin blackass bitches with our faces fallin off and our brains on the floor. Fuck, wouldn't even get to use my big gun…."
Georgia laughed, taking an exit and honking at the old lady driving the Sedan in front of her as she passed. "My friend…" She looked to Georgia as they came to a red light. "That's why the Good Lord Almighty invented pussy."
Sharice raised her seat back up, raising a brow as she popped a Cheeto into her mouth. "Pussy? Girl what the hell goddam pussy got to do with-" Sharice cut herself off mid-Cheeto. "Oh! Oh I got you girl! Hell yeah! Pussaaay!" The two cackled, Georgia speeding through the light to find their kill.