Damn, that's rough.
Oh, right, it's Kimmy. She's not usually home, it's weird she's around.
Yeah yeah, I see that look on your face. She's gorgeous, she's stunning, yada yada. We get it, you like pretty girls in American flag bikinis and hoop earrings...
Kimmy is Duke's spunky, sassy, bitchy, and absolutely stylin' twin sister. On the outside and on the regular, she's a party going, alcohol drinking, drunk driving, and boy laying badass. But in her free time, she loves mechanics and messing with her car, listening to pop music really loud on her headphones while she reads, and going roller skating. Kimmy spends a lot of her days in Philadelphia and other nearby smaller cities going to parties with her "friends" (That's in quotes for a reason, they are really shitty friends.) and visiting her mom, Voncile, at her diner waitressing job, which is why she's not home much. Glad we caught her here, right?
Looks like she's got something to talk about.
Duke looks at her in silence, his brows furrowed.
KIMMY: Oh babe, what's wrong? I obvi heard you yelling on the phone out here or some shit. Was it Dad?
DUKE, nodding: Yea. Apparently I can't go to that gig tonight. Said it's too hot or somethin'.
KIMMY: I basically knew he'd say that. I mean, it is hot, but, like-
DUKE, cutting her off: You always fuckin' side with him, Kim.
KIMMY, waving her hand dismissively: No I don't... I'm just saying. Anyways, are you staying here? I'm gonna go out soon, but I left the AC on in the living room.
DUKE: Yea, Cal's coming over. Supposedly. He was supposed to be here by now.
KIMMY: Oh, for real? Tell him I said hi!
Kimmy starts to walk back to her room to grab her bag.
DUKE: ...Okay.
KIMMY, turning back to face DUKE: ...Duke, I know you're pissed about the gig. But I don't want Dad to be an ass to you any more than he already was. He's moody lately, cuz I think some fight happened between him and Mom again. Just don't take it too personal right now.
DUKE: Yeah sure. I'll "not take it personal". Everything he says to me is personal.
KIMMY: ...I know, hun.
DUKE: ...
KIMMY: Ok, I'm outta here. See you later, okay?
DUKE: Okay.
Kimmy walks past Duke to the front door, leaving.