Two Silhouettes on the Shade

I know, there’s no shade; it’s a pretty big window through which Cayla spies the “man” of her dreams swilling cheap bubbly with his erstwhile stalker. Cayla, sweetie, you gotta get up pret-ty early in the morning to get the jump on Susan. Why not join the party? Go ahead and crack that bottle…right over Susan’s head. Then use the jagged neck of the bottle to carve up Les.