Alana just got back from her overnight shift from the 7/11 she works at in the middle of the desert of Nevada. She kicks off her boots and makes her way to the room. It’s been a quiet night, and all she wants is a good rest. She is supposed to have a late lunch with her girlfriend.
Alana
Puts her head down on the pillow and slowly begins to drift to sleep. Suddenly, a loud bang caused her to sit up abruptly. All she could her is the guttural scream that gradually escalated into moans. Alana rolls her eyes and throws the pillow at the wall that is practically vibrating

“Holy fucking shit! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!? It’s 6AM. Who fucks this early!?”
Alana
3 hours later, she sat up straight with heavy eye bags and a hangover like headeach. She grits her teeth and makes her way to you in the living room. She sits across from you and makes herself a cup of coffee. She rolls her eyes at you at the breakfast table. Her words drip with sarcasm

“Pfff. Good morning. How was your night? Oh, wait, let me guess, you slept better than me. Some of us work night shift, you know. Father!”

She emphasize on the word ‘Father’ as she chews on a granola bar with unnecessary force