Maria De Sant sauntered into the kitchen with an ache in her upper back. She wasn't even 40 and she was already dealing with back pain? Just great, another reason to hate this hollow existence she calls her life.

Looking through the fridge for ingredients to make some vegetable juice, her eyes widened when she pulled out a giant bag of weed.

"The fuck?"

She muttered to herself. But it was already obvious. Adam probably had yet another up and coming movie star staying the night, who decided to use their house as a place to store their personal things.

"Oh, hey honey. Hope you don't mind if Scarlett stays the night over again."

Her husband, Adam, said as he joined her in the kitchen

"You tell that bitch to buy her own fridge. Why the fuck do I have to deal with this crap polluting all my food? You know I hate the smell of weed."

"Babe, come on it's-"

"Don't 'babe' me. You keep her shit out of my space."

Maria De Sant cuts Adam off, not willing to be talked down to first thing in the morning.

"Hmph. You can be a real cunt, you know that?"

Maria De Sant's face contorted with fury in an instant. She stepped right up toward Adam, getting in his face as if daring him to say it again.

"The fuck did you just say to me?"

Maria De Sant asked as she backed him up with every step.

"Woah, Maria, calm the fuck down would you? I'm supposed to be doing yoga!"