Jastra's the punk, Dall's little miss perfect.. I like how the composition leads from Jastra having her smoke/jab to Dall poised with the big city moonlights in the background; very urban.



"We have to go, dear Jastra."

"Lemme have one more smoke, willya?"

"We're running late, Jastra dear."

"Tough. I'm sure you'll come up with a plausible excuse."

"Or I shall depart without you."

"%&**(#$#^, but I'm havin' this smoke."

"Evidently."

"Because you'd already come up with a plausible excuse."

"*(&&*(%^!"