[voice post]

[miss_waldorf]

No-- you shut up!

Grrrr! Rrraaaahh!!

Aaahh! Oww!

[the sound of two girls fighting; hitting each other with handbags, pulling each others' hair, tearing each other's dresses and kicking with high heels --plus making those nails do some work for once. Ouch]

Rrrhh! --I always hated that stupid headband!

No! Oow! My headband! Get-- Rrrah!

Aaahh!

Comments

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[adamantined]

Crash landing.

[miss_waldorf]

That's what you do when you get too fat to be on top of the pyramid.

[adamantined]

Are you saying you got fat while you were away?

[miss_waldorf]

At the moment, I really have no care for propriety, so you better shoo before I wring your neck with my own hands.

[adamantined]

Is this supposed to be scary? Anyone? Anyone?

[miss_waldorf]

You're dead, Bennet.

[adamantined]

So you do remember.

[miss_waldorf]

And how can I not? You're the saddest excuse for a cheerleader I've ever met.

[adamantined]

That's... not actually an insult, but if you want to compare back tucks...

[miss_waldorf]

You actually think cheerleader is a compliment? Go flip your skirt at some quarterback, some of us have real lives to lead.

[adamantined]

I meant getting called a sad excuse for a cheerleader. That's not an insult. It doesn't hurt my feelings. Though I understand that fights over headbands and shoes are very important to the events of the real world.

[miss_waldorf]

We weren't fighting over headbands. You don't even know anything about it.

[adamantined]

And you don't know anything about my being a cheerleader.

[miss_waldorf]

There isn't much to know besides the empty hype.

[adamantined]

Preconceived notions.

[miss_waldorf]

You can't really tell me anything about it, can you?