Wild Night Out

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina was bored and in a shitty mood. She'd already downed all of the alcohol in her emergency stash and now she was looking to find a man to buy her another drink so she wouldn't have to give her ID. Stupid American laws. She just needed tonight to drown. That was all she fucking needed, but even that was more complicated than it ought to have been. Sure, there were plenty of local parties with free beer, but she'd never been invited. Not that she particularly cared at any other time, but right now, when she wanted to get so drunk she couldn't see straight, she found herself regretting her lack of a social life. At least she could use the useless fools to get alcohol if nothing else.

    Selina wasn't truly paying attention to where she was going, somewhat lost in her own thoughts, when she slammed into something. Hard. She stumbled briefly before looking up to see it was a someone. Not only that, this girl looked like every other spoiled brat gringa who'd ever pissed Selina off. "Oy! Puta! Mira donde vas!" she shouted over the loud music.

    "Vete a la mierda!" Selina swore as she glared at the other girl, not even caring that the incident was technically her own fault. This bitch had run into her on a bad night, and frankly, she was looking for a fight.

Lucy James
    

[Lucy James]

The sudden crash had Lucy's head snapping to the side. Her blue eyes looked over a girl, probably slightly older than herself. The words that came running out of the girl's mouth was... what Lucy assumed to be Spanish. She didn't understand a single word of it, but she didn't really have to. From the tone the girl used it was more than obvious that the girl was angry and in quite the fowl mood. Rolling her eyes, Lucy's head tilted to the side and with that, she pursed her lips.

She waited for the girl to finish her tirade of words before opening her own mouth to speak. "You just successfully managed to spew enough nonsense for you to prove your own insignificance. Congratulations. Very well done." She even tossed in a sarcastic golf clap as she turned away from the girl once more.

She had an awful habit with running into these kinds of people whenever she was out. Not that it really mattered, and hey, for once she wasn't the one at fault for the run in, so there was always that. But Lucy hardly cared much for the Spanish thunderbolt that came around, acting all sorts of entitled as if she owned the ground she was walking on. How incredibly sad. Ah well.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina laughed at the girl and apologized, this time in perfect English, "Forgive me. I forgot you lazy Americans were too stupid to speak more than one language," she bowed mockingly and glanced up at the girl, "Thanks for reminding me," she added with smile that never once reached her eyes. Why was she doing this? This girl was not worth it. But Selina couldn't seem to help it this time. She'd been too good for too long.

    All of her pent up frustration finally had a target, unfortunately they were in the middle of a club, and if she pulled any stupid violent stunt, she'd get kicked out and she knew it. As she studied the back of the girl's head recognition flashed for the briefest instance. If this was one of the girls she'd seen around school... did it really change anything? Maybe it upped the stakes a little, making it that much easier for the teachers to find out what happened, but other than that... "You go to Bellefonte?" she asked.   

[Lucy James]

"No, no, forgive me," she began with a sugar sweet tone. "I forgot how arrogant and ignorant people who sneak over the border can be." She shrugged casually at that. She could admire the spunk coming from the girl, but if she really thought Lucy wouldn't reply in turn she would find herself sadly mistaken. That was all Lucy was about, after all. Spewing venom wherever she went. It was actually rather impressive that some people didn't avoid her like the plague because of it.

The familiar name of the school caused Lucy's head to turn over her shoulder. She studied the girl for a moment; she couldn't remember seeing her around school, but then again, Lucy wasn't exactly the type who studied her fellow students. The only one she would ever remember was the poor souls she'd interacted with in some fashion or manner. "What's it to you?" she asked, turning to face the girl again.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina smirked, "Says the girl who literally takes pride in her own ignorance. It'd almost be cute if it weren't so pathetic." Selina would never take bullshit lying down, particularly not when it involved Latinas. This little girl had no idea who she was messing with. Selina had faced down men twice her size and come out on top, this skinny gringa posed no threat. Had Selina not been in such a shitty mood, mild respect might have been found underneath her vocal disdain.

    Selina looked the girl up and down in interest, apparently her guess hadn't been wrong. The girl seemed to recognize the school at the very least, though Selina admitted to herself, that didn't necessarily mean she attended. "Not much. You just seemed familiar," she admitted honestly. Of course, most of the paler Americans ended up looking the same to her, so it could easily be that she'd merely seen someone similar.   

[Lucy James]

"Clever, you can't even come up with your own insults, so you have to work off of mine. I think that says everything you'd possibly need to know," Lucy replied without skipping a beat. It also had the brunette rolling her eyes. Clearly, this girl wasn't worth much of her time, and Lucy really had no interest in her either. She was just another annoying kid that Lucy would be indifferent to. Nothing about the girl told her that she'd ever care enough to even remember her face.

Shrugging, Lucy's lips pursed. "I doubt it." Now that Lucy thought about it, she did notice the presence of the girl's power. There was no doubt that she too attended the school. But that didn't change the fact that Lucy was hardly the person you noticed and actually remembered. Unless of course, you were unlucky enough to cross paths with her when she was in a fowl mood. She had a tendency to make herself known - and somehow adored that way. It was all incredibly dreadful. "Anything else?"

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina was about to respond with a fist and a smile, but then she realized what it was she was doing and stopped. This little girl was not someone she could, in good conscience, actually fight. Sure, she could sling mud at the girl until the bar shut down, but that would accomplish nothing. The alcohol she’d wanted earlier wasn’t going to be enough anymore. What she needed now, a physical release, an outlet, was not to be found in this club tonight. She was too wired to patiently reel in a girl or guy to fuck, and besides, the experience would most likely be a hell of a lot rougher than any in this bar could take.

    The only way to solve her new problem was a few harsh hours in the training room until she could no longer force herself to move. She eyed the girl up and down with a semi-amused smirk before shaking her head and waving her off, “I suppose you’re right, princess,” she murmured with a half-smile, no longer content with mere talk. Selina was an incredibly physical person, and this conversation wasn’t going to get her where she needed to be. “You’re too weak for my tastes,” she added carelessly, not necessarily even aware of having spoken. It wasn’t an intended insult so much as a stated disappointment.

    As the girl asked whether there was anything else, Selina just shook her head and turned away to make her way out the door. At least the night hadn’t been completely wasted. She’d now have an excellent target to aim her frustration at.

[Lucy James]

"Whatever you say, doll." The thing with Lucy was that despite the words and names thrown at her, she didn't care. People could call her whatever they wanted without getting a rise out of her. It took a really talented people to do something like that, and thus far, there had only been a few people who'd managed to get the brunette riled up. This random girl was obviously not one of them.

When the girl shook her head, Lucy shrugged. "Alright then." She didn't try stopping the girl as she turned and headed towards the door. It wasn't like Lucy would remember her anyways. At least, not after tonight. With that, Lucy went back to her business as if nothing had happened at all. She figured at the very least, they hadn't broke out into a fight and gotten their asses thrown out, so there was that to celebrate.

Not that Lucy really needed a reason to celebrate anything at all, but hey. She wouldn't complain.