WIFEY. | EPISODE SIX (6.1)
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More than most, Max knew that self-awareness did not prevent stupidity. Reeling from the disastrous nature of last night's dinner, they'd come to the salon on one of Jade’s working days as a last ditch attempt. The end of the month was fast approaching and their goal of facing the Fengs seemed near unreachable. In hindsight, it was foolish to provide such a locked timeframe. When they were together, Jade had once drunkenly revealed that her fountain of gossip occasionally dipped below the surface and Max being Max had never forgotten.
Last night had caused Max to wonder if the universe was fucking with them. San Myshuno was small but now it felt oppressive. A friendship with Lena seemed childish and ill-conceived, but with Max’s recent luck it was inevitable. They had acknowledged this in the early hours of this morning, alone in bed and unable to sleep. Thankfully, Rose had gone back to her place last night, having a family thing later today. She’d been remarkably understanding about everything, which secretly pissed Max off. If the tables were turned, Max would have started an argument in the uber home and would have continued it all the way to their front door. Not because they had particularly deep feelings for Rose, but on the principle that they simply hate to feel embarrassed.
(transcript below)
[Sounds of black hair hair salon - but in London]
(CLIENT): No way!
(JADE): Yep, half the parish babes and the deacon!
(CLIENT): So that’s why he left so suddenly! My nan swears down they’re setting him up chile but I was never sure.
(JADE): I just feel sorry for his wife and kids, man. They don’t deserve that mess at all. So I’m just gonna put you under the dryer, but let me know if it’s getting too hot okay?
(MAX): …Hi. Can I talk to you for a sec? I come in peace.
(JADE): [Kisses her teeth] I’m literally working.
(MAX): I know but I just need a few minutes. It won’t take long, I swear.
(JADE): Unless you’re here to finally pay me back the £450 it cost to fix my car, I ain’t got shit to say to you.
(MAX): Hm. Well let’s call that a cheating tax shall we?
(JADE): I told you, she was just a friend!
(MAX): You fuck all of your friends! - You know what, it doesn’t matter. I need to ask you something important.
(JADE): [Sarcastic] Oh really? ...Get the fuck out of my face Maxine.
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