EXTERIOR. TRINITY BELLWOODS, QUEEN ST. W. NEAR STRACHAN (TORONTO, CANADA)
Cookie and Mouse walk down the sidewalk. Cookie scrupulously avoids the sidewalk cracks. Mouse, seemingly unaware, steps on every one.
COOKIE
One week.
MOUSE
Squirrel?
The girls head towards and enter a small coffee shop with a service window facing out towards the pedestrian traffic. It has a small piece of corrugated metal hanging in its window. The sign reads "Squirrel."
INTERIOR. SQUIRREL CAFE.
A small, local cafe with a long serving counter, and pitted wood banquette seating on the counter-side of the establishment. The cafe is narrow, vaguely telescopic. Dubious local art covers the walls with large price tags affixed to them.
Mouse and Cookie are standing in front of the counter intently studying the coffee menu.
A young woman with lilac hair and a radioactivity symbol tattooed on her neck waits impatiently for the girls to place their order. She cracks her gum reflexively. She is wearing a Misfits t-shirt from Black Market and American Apparel vegan leather jogging pants.
MOUSE
Jack Daniels. Neat.
The barista blinks at Mouse.
COOKIE
What's your wifi password?
The barista blinks at Cookie.
COOKIE
Wi. Fi.
BARISTA
Cracks her gum.
It's "Flying123", and we have a 30-minute visit limit for customers. You have to buy something if you want to stay longer. Got it?
Mouse and Cookie leave the counter without ordering and sit at the far corner of the cafe. Their backs are against the wall.
Cookie pulls a phone out of her backpack and snaps a selfie as she leans up against Mouse, her tongue extended in a curl upwards to touch the tip of her nose.
MOUSE
sighing
Feral.
So, start making some notes.
COOKIE
Licks her lips and toggles applications on her phone.
Ever. Noting. Is this our grocery list?
MOUSE
Grocery List.
COOKIE
Ok, but it makes no sense to have a list before a plan.
MOUSE
A plan will fuck us up. The list, though, is critical. Remember Leopold and Loeb.
COOKIE
Yeah, they had a fucking stupid plan.
MOUSE
under her breath, as if to herself
Amazons. Hercules.
COOKIE
What?
MOUSE
Nothing. Indigestion. And, I'm out of coke.
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