Mona's side of the back seat.

Mona slides over to the center of the back seat to let you get in on her side.

Mona laughs. "Ohmygod, this is like Christmas and my birthday together," she says.

You slide in beside her and pull the door closed. The dome light goes off.

You turn toward Mona and say, "What did you want for your present?"

Fairouzeh says something quietly in Mona's ear. Mona giggles at the whisper from the stylish young Persian woman Mona had charmed away from her volleyball friends.

"Rude!" Mona says.

Fairouzeh laughs. "It's just what you said to me earlier," she says.

With the three of you in the back seat, it's already feeling a little warm and close. Mona, coming off her shift at El Gringo Loco, smells like clean female sweat, a touch of Girl Sport deodorant, and a little bit of tortilla chips. You catch a hint of Fairouzeh's perfume, a rose scent.

"So, what do you want?" you say teasingly.

You have 4 XP, +2 Hard, +2 Hot, +1 Cool, -1 Control.
Roll +Hot(+2) to Make Mona Beg.