arlene • & • takahashi " -- all i wanna do is play, see the city everyday, pretty party nation. tell me that you think i'm good, happy that i make you glad, cause i don't wanna think i'm bad, gramma. +
Tori:
Shit, I wonder if his wife made him sleep on the couch or some shit, she probs wears the pants and the couch made him throw out his back because he's old af so he took it out on you.
Tori:
What?
Arlene:
I don't really know, to be honest. I'm not too pressed about it either, because I've got better ways to spend my night. But I hope you have fun.
Arlene:
Last night, on the way to the hospital, you said that... that you had been raped.
Tori:
Wait. Punishment? From your parents right? Not like our idiot principle who thought this dance would be a fun idea? They did, chalked me full of calming drugs, and im still loopy af, its kinda weird.
Arlene:
No, from Simpson. He said that I can't go to this dance as punishment for my act of war. not in those specific words but you get the gist. he also stuck me in the rubber room so me and my crew of rapscallions will all be together.
Arlene:
Well, that's good, I guess. Did you tell them about your, uh... encounter?
Tori:
I'm not drugged, this time I just wanted to say thanks.
Tori:
For not letting me die. I would've said it to your face, but I don't know if you exist at this stupid dance so.
Arlene:
Hey. I'm not at the dance, actually, punishment for the garden thing, but it was no problem at all. I'm assuming the doctors took good care of you??
A smirk made its way onto Tori’s lips as soon as Arlene groaned. Obviously she’d done something right, though it only actually lasted a second until the younger girl hit her in the face, and something metal connected with her lip. She muttered something close to the word fuck but didn’t really have time to react because it didn’t take long for her back to hit the wall of the house. Eyes instantly widening when a hand gripped her neck, she groaned slightly but when she was released, she faltered slightly from another kick but took a deep breath, happy when it made its way into her lungs. That also didn’t last long long though because she doubled slightly when a fist came in contact with her stomach. “Fuck you.” she breathed in the air, and then did what she did pretty well shoved Arlene just hard enough to the ground, letting herself land on top of her, and giving her a punch square in the eye as well as keeping a hand on her neck for food measure, knowing she could grip it if need be.
Arlene hit the ground and groaned, the girl’s body weight nearly crushing her. Arlene was nowhere near big, and Tori was, at least that’s how she felt. When Tori’s fist hit her eye, she groaned again, feeling her hand around her throat and her eye swell up. She was gonna be bruised for a long time, but at least Tori wouldn’t come out clean. “Let. Me. Go!” She choked out, pushing the girl off of her and rolling them over. Arlene got up quickly and kicked the older girl in the side repeatedly before grabbing her by her hair and pulling her up so they were face-to-face. “I’m done with you – for now.” Arlene, not completely satisfied, took one last swing and punched the girl in the face again, then kicked her away, letting go of her hair. “Leave me the fuck alone, Santamaria, or next you’ll get worse. That’s a promise.”
Tori waited for Arlene to hit her back, but nothing came. What a fucking coward. Even though the older brunette was having trouble even walking in her state she wanted a fight. She had to have this fight. That was what she’d been waiting months for, and now that she was drunk enough to be courageous the little girl in front of her didn’t want to fight. “I’m not even scared of you, Arlene!” Now that she was basically turned toward her though, Tori shoved her, directly into the rail of the house. Even she cringed at that because it probably hurt, like the wood wasn’t sharp but it was wood none-the-less. At the crazy bitch comment though, Tori raised an eyebrow. “I’m a crazy bitch? Yeah, okay? You’re the one who fucking ruins things for fun, if that doesn’t fucking scream crazy I don’t know what does!” Now, with her yelling, she was just drawing attention but she didn’t even care. She hoped someone got this on camera. Carefully, she reached forward gripping Arlene’s jaw in between her fingers so that they were looking eye to eye. “Are you too scared to fight back?” She wondered, before letting the girls jaw go but, for some reason punching her for a second again, this time not as hard. “You can have a free hit if that makes you feel better.”
Arlene was absolutely sick of this. She knew this was gonna cause trouble, but taking an ass kicking from Tori Santamaria was not what she expected, nor something she was just gonna take lying down. She slammed into the railing and groaned, her head spinning when she felt Tori’s fist hit her face yet again. This time, she balled up her fist, grateful to have worn jewelry tonight. She swung her arm and punched the older girl in the face, stepping (or stumbling, was there really a difference?) bac before she kicked her in the shin and pushed her to the wall again. She grabbed the girl by the neck and squeezed gently, tempted to choke her to death, but knowing that murder was not gonna look good on her permanent record. “You’re lucky if I don’t kill you. Because I really fucking want to.” She released the girl, but didn’t hesitate to punch her a second time and kick her again, harder. “I don’t need you – ” kick “or you’re fucking ‘pity hit’.” She spat, sarcasm lacing her tone. She punched the girl in the gut, making sure to take her anger out on the person who deserved it most. “Back off now, and count your blessings. If you keep this up, it’ll only get worse for you."
Teeth ground together right away, as soon as Arlene had opened her mouth to speak. “I didn’t fucking ask to engage in banter, you disgusting little twit.” Wow, okay— the brunette was clearly pissed in both the drunk way and the whole angry way as well. It was like blood was pulsing through her veins, and to be honest if she laid one hit on the other girl she wouldn’t be able to stop but when the niners mouth opened again, Tori laughed sarcastically. “Well, I’m basically here to do,” Trailing off her fist clenched and before she could think about it, made contact with the side of Arlene’s face was in her direction, hard too. “that.” she breathed the word.
Arlene was nothing short of surprised when she felt Tori’s fist hit her face. For months, Arlene had been waiting for an excuse to fight Tori Santamaria, and now that the opportunity presented itself, she couldn’t. Well, she could have, but she didn’t want to. She was tired and Tori was probably drunk as shit, so fighting her wouldn’t have brought her any real pleasure if she wouldn’t remember it. Arlene’s hand flew to her mouth and when she pulled it back, she noticed some blood. Her eyes cautiously reached the other girl. “You fucking bitch! I’m swear to God, I’m gonna fucking kick your ass for this, you just fucking wait.” She could fight with her words though. “I don’t think you realize the fucking shit storm you just unleashed on yourself. I promise, you’re gonna regret this. I’m gonna make your life a living fucking hell.” She swore, her eyes blazing with fury. She was gonna make good on her promise. She was tiny and she wasn’t gonna fight back now, but she was gonna pay for this later. She looked at her hand again and wondered how she was gonna explain this to her sister. “God, what the fuck is wrong with you? Crazy bitch,” she muttered.
Tori had just gotten done spending time with Jack, the cold out in the backyard having made her a little more sober. When she’d gone back inside though, entering the living room she’d heard people talking about the garden. After eavesdropping for a few moments she pieced it together. Arlene. That little fucking bitch, Tori was going to kill her. Asking one of the people in the group where Arlene was after a moment, she got an answer. Without even thinking about it, the older girl headed front door, slipping out quietly. At Arlene’s voice though, she stepped closer to her, her voice hitting a notch she didn’t even think it could. “I don’t really give a fuck what you came out here to do, bitch.” she spat back quickly, stepping back slightly praying that the younger girl would turn around. Katie had cried over that garden, and Tori was going to making Arlene pay.
Arlene wasn’t pleased at all when she heard the voice of her least favorite person behind her. Of all the fucking people that could have come out that fucking door, the person she wanted nothing to do with was the one. Her day just kept getting luckier and luckier. “Listen, I don’t really feel like engaging in our lovely banter right now, but come back in, like, an hour and I might be in the mood.” She replied, not sure if she was being sarcastic or not. Arlene wasn’t extremely confident in her ability to defend herself because of her weak emotional state and she didn’t wanna surrender to Tori Santamaria either. She’d rather die, in fact. That was a bit much, perhaps, but it was the harsh truth. “Why are you still here?” She asked, turning her head slightly, but not much.
