Poppy and Tristana strutted down the street, their designer heels clicking on the pavement. "Ugh, I'm starving," Tristana whined. "Let's hit up that new bistro on Main." "Wait, where's my gold card?" Poppy snapped, rifling through her purse. "Shit, we must have left them at your place last night after that rager." Tristana scoffed. "Great, like, what are we supposed to do nooow?" Suddenly, they heard a scream coming from a nearby alley. "Help, someone stop him!" a woman cried out. "Ugh, so annoy...