Cammie & Laura: Your Music Sucks and is Way Too Loud

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Cammie was disheveled. It was hard to sleep with the sounds of the unnameable Spears coming from the Cheerleader's bedroom. Cammie was actually tired today and wanted to get some form of sleep, but was being holy denied by stupid pop chorus by stupid pop singers.

She hovered over Laura's bed, a pillow in hand. The roommate or the boombox? She really needed sleep.

Laura moved on her bed, totally unaware of the danger next to her. Had she been without the music on her ears, she would have probably picked Cammie's movements by sound, even if unconsciously. But as it was at the moment, she didn't have a chance to defend herself.

Cammie held the pillow in both hands a moment longer before changing tactics and hitting her suitemate with the pillow. Swatting Laura with the bundle of feathers and fabric.

"Turn your music off, for the love of fucking god!"

Something was very wrong, or suddenly she was being punched by the ridiculously well looking guy on her dream, and it felt like feathers. She wasn't weird like that, she was sure. Opening her eyes in confusion -and getting the pillow right in her face-, Laura turned the mp3 off, and then grabbed her own pillow, countering Cammie's last blow. "You can ask politely, you know?" Oh, the pillow fight was on!

"Oops, I did it again," Cammie retorted, aiming this pillow blow for Laura's face.

"Hey, it's not such a bad--oooh!" It was a pillow, but she sort of felt that, so her next blow was a fair retribution to Cammie's face. Laura took a second to get on her knees over the bed. "You SNORE!"

"Oof- Oh the fuck I do!" Cammie returned, bringing the pillow around for another go. She didn't snore! And she had better taste in music.

Okay, maybe she didn't, but come on! That gave her tactical advantage...until she got another mouthful of pillow. A minuscule part of her rational brain considered how ridiculous they looked, but the thought was discarded. "It's like having a dying bear sleeping next to me!" Laura changed her strategy, aiming now for Cammie's side, and then her face, a lot of times, trying to keep the girl from retaliating.

"At least I don't recite cheers in my sleep!" Cammie returned, after taking a pillow to the face. Over and over. Pillows at least were safe.

If she had to answer for that later, she would stick with bonding time. It was safer than assuming they were really trying to hurt each other. "I do not recite cheers! And they help me relax!" But she didn't, so stop talking about that! Or did she? The thought made her vulnerable enough to get a pillow right on the eye. "Ow ow ow!" Laura took one hand over the eye, for a moment stopping to fight. "Pillows can be dangerous weapons of choice."

"Yeah, well so can I. But seriously, it's like four in the fucking morning on a night where I was actually tired. You can turn down your god damned music or your boombox is taking a one way magical flying trip out the fucking window," Cammie said with dead seriousness.

Laura was more focused on rubbing her eye, carefully. "Yeah, well so can I." There was no point on arguing on that; both of them could be pretty dangerous on their own terms, but getting hit by a pillow? Now that was something new. "Alright, I'm keeping it off...and I think I won't sleep with music anymore." Looking up to Cammie, Laura realized the girl was actually pretty tired -what, she could have been bluffing or whatever-. "Sorry for keeping you up."

"Hah, what would you do, kill me with cheerleading?" Cammie returned, "And don't bother apologizing. It doesn't change a damn thing."

"I can certainly cheer you to death." That was the only situation such sentence could have any sense. "The fact I don't go around cutting people in two doesn't mean I just decided to forget about my claws or something." And then she had to dismiss the apology, of course. "I bother, alright? It means I do care about the things I say." She got under her blanket again, placing the pillow where it belonged. "Good night." It was an arguably more serious tone than before, Laura's attempts to show some niceness overwhelmed by her own need to sleep.

"Yes, kill me with the pep squad," Cammie muttered then grabbed Miss Cheers to Death by the arm and hauled her out of bed, "You think you can take me, let's go. No one will be in the gym right now but us."

Alright, that was unexpected. "What!? Aren't you tired or something?" She got out of bed anyway, getting her arm from Cammie's grip, giving her a 'what the hell is wrong with you!?' look. "Let's go then, but you seriously need to learn some manners."

"How can I be tired? It isn't like I've gotten any sleep," Cammie returned. Manners were respect, respect had to be earned and Laura wasn't anywhere near there. "March."

"I'm going, I going!" She was so going to regret this.

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Two hours later, and several rounds after, Laura and Cammie were lying on the gym's floor, the first already tired of being thrown around, the second most likely ridiculously tired. Most of the time it had been Cammie the one with the serious tactical advantage, but Laura was learning pretty fast, although she had to accept it wasn't just that fast to match her green haired roommate's fighting skills.

"...So, this was kinda fun."

Cammie's customary reply of, "One day, I'll murder you," sounded a lot more worn out than usual. She was also panting on the floor. "One day."

From the doorway, Logan grinned around an unlit cigar. "Well now." he said, giving them both a few slow claps. "That was some of the sloppiest shit it's been my displeasure to have to witness. You two dating or something, or is this some new dance I've not heard of?"