Status: It's art.

Monolog

"It's art."

"Put the can down."

"You're not even a fucking cop, you pussy," she shook the can, rolling her eyes and turning back to her work.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and pressed 9.

She turned back, glaring daggers as she squeezed the can in her hand.

"Doesn't mean I can't call them."

"Fucking bitch."

The can hit me in the head and I struggled to dial as she fled.