Cammie & Tabitha | Friday Night

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Tabitha's feeling restless, so she and Cammie head out for a bar.



"Thanks," Cammie said to the bartender who handed her two drinks. One for her, one for her friend. She had picked the club tonight, as such the music was loud, punky with a side order of metal and the atmosphere was something completely different. But she liked it.

And it was part of a plot to either entertain or annoy her friend, so it was a bonus point. She went back to Tabs, holding the bottles up, "And she comes bearing drinks, and there was much rejoicing, for the booze was mighty tasty."

Tabitha eyed her drink with a great deal of worry. "You know what happened the last time I let you feed me booze." She started drinking it anyway. If she'd had a sense of self-preservation, she wouldn't occasionally dress up in leather and blow things up.

The place was louder than she would have picked, but oh so much easier to lose oneself.

She might even dance. Or... whatever it was they were doing out on the floor.

"I do," Cammie laughed, "And I'm surprised you remember, fuck," she sniggered, "You were pretty blasted the last time."

"I don't!" Tabitha clarified. "I remember the hangover! I just hope I didn't make a complete fool of myself. Well, no more than usual." Her eyes slid away. "I promise to keep the conspiracy theories to myself this time."

"Hey don't worry about it," Cammie said, "I'm all for the bat shit crazy. Bat shit crazy is my middle name."

Tabitha took a drink. A long one. "Besides, he won't be trying that avenue again any time soon." She wasn't quite sure what she felt. There was a sliver of satisfaction, but she still ached to have it finished. While part of her brain was horrified at the concept, she wanted him dead.

"Aww, but then life will be boring," Cammie protested, drinking her drink, the bitter cues of the alcohol in the drink rolled on the tub, "You have to be crazy sometimes or I might actually have to find ways of actively driving you insane."

She paused with her glass on her lips, a sideways glance at Cammie. She finished another gulp before she spoke. "You're kidding, right?" Her laugh held only macabre humor.

"No, I'm not," Cammie said, "I'm really good at it too. It all depends on how crazy you want to be when I'm done with you."

Tabitha glanced over the room for a waitress. She needed another drink. "What if I'm already pretty far off the deep end?" Normal people didn't want to kill someone quite this badly, especially after ruining him in other ways.


"Then you're in good company," Cammie noted, "I'm not exactly 'sane' myself."

She was pretty sure she'd been taken over by pod people, because she had the strangest urge. "We should start a fight." Her life could be a Pink song, really.

"How big of one?" Cammie asked, looking her friend over.

She shouldn't have been surprised, not even a little bit. She still couldn't help the little start when Cammie didn't immediately tell her she was out of her mind. Tabitha laughed. "I just want to hit people."

"Alright," Cammie said, setting her drink down and cracking her knuckles, "Give me five minutes. And you'll have all the punching bags you could possibly want." It was the joy of punk bars.

~*~

Her lip was bleeding. So was her nose. There was also blood in her mouth. She terrified the few concious people left with her red tinged, slightly maniacal grin. She threw down a shot of... something. Elbowed Cammie, and started to laugh.

Cammie was grinning and wiped her own lip where something black and foul smelling dripped out the side. More than one person was curled up on the floor, green around the gills and groaning, a few just twitching and out cold, those that were still standing were people like them, and everyone had had their fill. Combat Junkies. Cammie loved 'em. She was one.

"Told ya."