"What are you doing?!"
"Packing. What does it look like I am doing?"
"But why are you packing?"
"Johnnie and I are gettin' out of here. I can't take it anymore. I am suffocating."
"Where are you going? You can't leave me here like this. Were you even going to tell me that you were leaving?!"
"You know I love you but I can't take it anymore. I have to get out of here. I will come back for you I promise."
"Where are you going? How will I reach you if I need you?"
"Vegas. Johnnie and I are going to be showgirls in one of those casinos."
"You always were a good dancer. Take me with you?"
"You know I can't. Not yet."
"Will they put your name in lights?"
"I will send you pictures if they do."
"I am going to miss you."
"I am gonna miss you too".
"Oh Johnnie's outside. I have to go. Don't tell anyone. Here. Take this."
"What is it?"
"It's a couple hundred bucks. In case you need anything for school or whatever. Once I start working I will send you money, but don't give it to Mum. It's for you. For school. Understand?"
"Promise you won't give it to Mum. She will just shoot it up."
"I gotta go. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Ready?" Johnnie asks.
"Ready. Vegas here we come."
This was for a writing prompt at Studio 30+