Home? For Leeloo and Mona's fantasy? Or not.

Bubbling with excitement, Leeloo piles into the back seat. "Haha, Joe," she says. "How're ya affording this beautiful driving machine?"

"Mona's beautiful," you say. Some kinds of loyalty are cheap and easy, and mostly even true. "You, Leeloo, you're traffic-stopping hot. The car?"

"The car is hot, for sure," Mona says. "No, Leeloo, not that kind of hot." She fans herself. The sultry afternoon hasn't been refreshed by any sea breeze yet, so it's hot sky above, hot pavement below, and hot vinyl and nylon inside.

"I afford it by not driving it when I can drive the pool company pickup," you say. "Which is most days." Your junker is small enough that it's not terrible for mileage, but it's not great either, and, well, it burns oil and doesn't have A/C and one of these days...anyway.

You joke around with Mona and Leeloo, trying to tease out what kind of sex fantasy they'd spun out together involving pictures, poses, and your big hard cock.

Roll +HOT(+1) to MAKE THEM BEG: 4+1 = 5. MISS.

Make 'em laugh, that usually works, but their banter gets wilder and wilder, Mona's redheaded, busty retail clerk friend Leeloo leading the conversation straight into the ditch. Mostly telling on herself.

"Ha ha ha!" Leeloo says, slapping the corner of Mona's car seat. "And I told him if he couldn't get it up for a third go, he'd better be making his KISS UP apologies to the fucking MAN in the BOAT, or he could just let me walk home. Hey Joe, it's been so long since I've seen Mona, you wanna do us a favor, we got a favorite hangout. Mona, tell your boy."

"Joe, you think you could take us to..."

Well, the night is so young that the sun is still up, and you can bet they have A/C. Or at least a nice breeze. You hope.

"Sure thing," you say.

"What a pal!" Leeloo says, bopping the corner of your seat. "What a PAL! Mona, hon, you think you could get him to break a condom on me too?"

Mona stiffens and looks fixedly out the window.

"Kidding, I was KIDDING," Leeloo says. "I'm sorry, Mona, I..."

"I know," Mona says. "You gotta..."

"Gotta laugh so I don't cry. Laugh for me, Mo?" Leeloo pleads. "What's black and white and red all over?"

"A skunk rolling in nail polish?" Mona ventures.

"Ahaha, that's better than mine," Leeloo says.

Soon they're laughing again together.

On a MISS, Let the girls have a move: TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE.