Alot had happened in the span of a few months. Many people knew Jalie as a hardcore raging bitch. And they'd be right. But her nature was being tested by a series of events beyond her control. Control of an entire company had been dropped onto her and Seth's shoulders - a company packed with middle school drop-outs and high maintenance princesses. Needless to say, this didn't suit Jalie's nature. After a fiasco with the headquarters, she took some time back at home. For a while, the couple had been living in her uncle's mountain-side mansion while he was otherwise engaged. In prison. Upon his release, however, the two found themselves house-hunting yet again.

california style
2:34 P.M.
yucca valley, california

"We couldn't believe it, you know, both these residents moving out at the same time. They packed up and took off within three days of eachother. Something sure lit a fire underneath them. I assure you though, they're two fantastic homes. Spacious but still cozy, you know. You've even got the picket fence. It's the last area around here that's not a sub-division. The neighbors are all a little quirky. But you seem to be a... Well... What's the phrase, now? Alternative lifestyle, yes, that's it... Hm."

The real estate woman was eyeing Seth, Jalie, and Hobo Nick. The three of them were leaning against the back of a U-Haul truck; Jalie with a beer in hand and Nick with his hand down the front of his tightie whities. She was on her last visit to them to make sure they were getting along alright with the move-in process. The deal was done - papers signed. The original owners had no intentions of leaving, but Jalie (along with the proper threatening use of a scalpel) had her ways of persuasion. It wasn't anything fancy. A two story blue house with white trim - probably built in mid-seventies. It had a medium-sized front porch and a fenced front yard. Another house, directly next door, was built along the same lines, though it was white with blue trim. This house belonged to Cody Carson and Carmen Dumas, though they were unaware of it so far.

In the driveway of the blue house sat Jalie's aged and battered black 1971 El Camino. Beside it was Seth's black Cadillac Escalade, making a unique contrast. The realtor headed back to her car, giving them a final farewell and wishing them luck. Hobo Nick gave her a seductive wink and then unlatched the door to the truck, sliding it upward. Jalie's brother, Jay, stumbled out from the trailer looking dazed.

"Hold onto the couch? Hold onto the couch?! That goddamn thing fucking crushed me! And why the hell was there a five pound bag of glitter in your dresser drawer?"

He shook his head vigorously and sparkles went cascading to the ground. Jalie grinned.

"Hey, now all you need is a stripper name!" She proclaimed.

Jay frowned and went to object but Hobo Nick interrupted.