Oh well

"Dana, thanks for the help," Chris says, "but they tore their clothes! Now what?"

"Oh, yeah, crap," Dana says. "I, uh, guess you've just gotta make a break for it."

"Are you kidding me?" You say. "We'll be seen!"

"Oh, quit bein' a bitch!" Dana picks up the scraps of clothes and ties them roughly around Chris' breasts, barely covering the nipples. She does the same around her crotch, giving her a crude bikini. She then takes off her coat and gives it to her friend.

"There. Happy now?"

"What about me?" You ask.

"That's the best I can do," Dana says. "Sorry."

Chris slips off the jacket and rips off her lasts shred of decency. "No. If he gets humiliated and naked, then so do I."

Dana makes a fake swoon. "Aw. Isn't that romantic?"

"Oh, fuck you," Chris says with a smile.

You put a hand on Chris' shoulder. "Please, don't embarrass yourself for me."

Chris gently takes you hand and holds it in her own. "Relax. You're worth it."

"Okay," Dana says. "Enough with the sappy shit. If you want to make it to my car, we have to move now."

Chris cracks her knuckles and stretches her arms. "Lead the way."

Dana wrenches open the door. "RUN FOR IT!"