Battle of the Babes

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

Cheyenne took her shot and rolled her eyes at Gavin. What a damn buzz kill! He had been serving her for some time now, and she knew he had been serving Nicole. He knew how much they could take and they weren't even close to the threshold of no going back. She took her shot and then slammed the glass on the table.

She really needed more preparation for this evening if she was going to out shine Nicole. She had no idea what sort of moves the other girl was going to bring to the table, but she knew she could be certain she would try some dirty stuff. Dirty in the sense she would be kinky and dirty in the sense that her moves would be cheap, hitting Chey be the belt. She would have to put her A game on, so maybe it was good Gavin was threatening to not serve her any more if she didn't slow down.

Then again, she really needed to be slobbering drunk to go through with this. Anything to numb the pain.

"You know," Cheyenne turned in response to the whore's voice, cocking a brow. "you can go be a cunt somewhere else." The fight between them so far had been between the lines of everything that had been said and done, but not anymore. It actually shocked Cheyenne to the point her jaw went a little lax, her mouth opening in surprised just a little

Had Nicole really just gone there!? She felt the annoyance seep into her. "Funny," She said coyly, "I was thinking the same thing." She spun in her seat a little, facing the other girl and slid her elbow onto the bar, propping her head on her hand. "Only the difference between you and I is that I don't have to say what I'm thinking out loud because I, unlike you, know I've won this battle. I don't need to call you a cum dumpster for you to know what you are." She laughed, her eyes glistening. "Give it up, Nicole. It's not even worth your time trying."

[GAVIN BROOKS]

Gavin could feel his evening spinning down the spiral as he kept an eye on the girls. He wanted nothing more than to have them both in bed, but he couldn't allow for them to put themselves in harms way to get what he wanted.

Unfortunately he had a sick feeling harm would be coming to both the ladies in the form of each others fists.

It was only a matter of time before one of them snapped between the disgusting names they were calling each other. "Whoa!" He called out annoyed realizing he was probably about to get in the middle of a nasty cat fight. How the hell did things get so heated so quickly? Were they seriously fighting over him?!

"I don't want any trouble from you two. How about you two separate and cool off, huh?" He suggested, looking between them, his hands on the counter ready to hope over if he needed to.

This was not going to end pretty.

[nicoleryder]

Slowly, as the bitch spoke with the sweetest venom in her voice, Nicole smiled. "I'm sure you already know exactly what a whore you are. But someone has to remind you once in awhile, right? Wouldn't want you to go thinking you're some innocent slut." Nicole just shrugged. But inside she was fuming. About to break loose. She picked up her empty glass, but instead of asking Gavin, who was trying to calm the two down, for another hit, Nicole chucked the glass at Cheyenne's face.

Now she knew Cheyenne was stronger than her. She also knew Cheyenne had reflexes better than your average Asian. But the alcohol had blurred her radical thinking. She stood after the glass had smacked into Cheyenne's oh-so-pretty face. Nicole hoped it was close enough to give her a black eye. That slut could use a break from her daily fuck. Nobody would bang her if she looked fucked up enough. Nicole didn't think about the bruises she was about to get. Again, the alcohol had made her judgement not the best. She was laughing, as she knew Cheyenne hated being mocked. It was hysterical. She placed a hand on the bar to keep her steady and vertical.

Nicole was not normally a fighter. Or a bitchy person. She was kind, and nice! Sure she cracked some jokes that could be offensive but she meant no harm! Cheyenne brought out the worst in Nicole. It happened every time. She hoped Gavin didn't think she was a bitch like her. Her laughing stopped suddenly, and her eyes went wide. Realizing what she had done. Fuck! She looked at Gavin, and then to Cheyenne, surprise her only emotion. What had she done? Cheyenne and her had never gotten into this kind of fight. Sure they hated each other but... they were never rivals in any way but sex. Nicole had brought it to a different level. And she was about to regret it.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

Cheyenne wasn't phased by the comments, snorting at Nicole. She knew she had hit a nerve. She reached for her glass, about to take a sip. "I never said I was innocent." She reminded, sipping her drink and then looking back at her rival, only when she did it was a glass she saw.

In the split second it took for Cheyenne to notice a glass was coming towards her, she was able to move, but only a hair. The glass made contact with her cheek and then clattered to the ground, shattering. She was knocked back off her stool, but her reflexes let her reach out, grabbing the bar to steady herself from falling over completely into the pile of fresh shards of glass. She stood, stunned for a moment, hardly hearing the laughter than rang from the girl who had just brought things to a whole new level.

It took a moment for Cheyenne to even realize what had happened, but when she finally did, her teeth clenched in anger. She was suddenly in a blinding rage, a lion provoked and she acted more like her inner beast than the woman she was currently in the form of. Claws out, figuratively, the blond lunged at her opponent, knocking her to the ground.

It took Chey only a moment to straddle the other girl, her fist pulling back and making contact with her nose. She was going to kill her! Her entire face was red, not only where she was bruised, but everywhere, her anger affecting her in ways she couldn't remember it ever doing before.

Nicole was going to die.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

Gavin groaned as Nicole kept the verbal attacks coming. Would he need to kick them out? This was supposed to be an awesome evening of two hot women in bed, but the two women in question were already going at it, and not in the way he had hoped they would be. "Come on, guys.." He practically whined, sighing. Then Nicole ended the peace, not that there really was any.

"Cheyenne!" He yelled, watching the girl go back but catching herself. "Jesus..." He groaned and glared at Nicole. "No. No, nuh uh. You're out! Let's go!" He growled, starting to make his way around the bar. He could stand for a lot of things, but throwing glasses around at other patrons? Unacceptable. They couldn't be liable for that, and a night of paperwork and police investigating an talking to insurance companies was not on his agenda. He wasn't about to work late because these two couldn't get their shit together, and he sure as hell didn't want any of Kit's shit about what went down while he was on the floor.

Before he could even get to Nicole, Cheyenne seemed to come to and was literally on top of Nicole. She watched Chey pull her arm back and throw it into the other girls face, unable to get to her fast enough to stop her.

"Stop!" He screamed angrily, finally getting to them and wrapping his arms around Cheyenne's waist, hauling her off Nicole and up to her feet, gripping her tight. Shit, she was strong! "Stop it, God dammit!" He yelled at her. "Out! Now!" He yelled at Nicole, dragging Cheyenne towards the door as best he could. "If you two plan on killing each other, it won't be in here, got it? NOW!"

[nicoleryder]

"I'm sor-" Nicole didn't have time to finish her apology before her head hit the ground. She was dazed and only had enough common sense to go with the punch, so her nose didn't break. But damn did she feel it. The pain soared through her face, and she had to grit her teeth against it. Stars flew around her, and she kept her eyes closed. The world was spinning. When she felt the weight on her lighten she could barely make out the voice telling her to leave. Gavin had pulled Cheyenne off, luckily for Nicole.

She got to her feet and felt blood begin to trickle from her nose. Her sight began to return to her, that hit on the head was probably more damaging than the actual punch. The emotions, intensified by the alcohol, were choking her. Nicole was unable to speak, she knew a frustrated sob would only come out. She just shook her head and stormed out, grabbing a wad of napkins off a table before she left. Willing the tears brimming her eyes to stay back.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! She cursed herself. She pushed too far. Nicole didn't even care about Gavin right now. Cheyenne was a bitch but she didn't deserve that. They were friends enough not to act like savages, weren't they? Nicole's sigh was ragged and labored. She felt terrible, horrible. Her pace quickened as her tears rolled down her face. They were half from the pain and half from being so frustrated. And Gavin probably thought Nicole was some stuck up bitch now too. She was never like that. Cheyenne brought out the worst in her... but she let it. I should have acted better, she wished.

She wanted all of this to disappear. Tomorrow she'd call Cheyenne. Fix this. Or attempt to. She didn't know if Cheyenne was going to be compliant. But it's the thought, and the attempt, that counts right? She could forget about Gavin. He wouldn't want to see her again. Maybe she'd text him, saying sorry and goodbye. That's the least she could do. But first, she'd try to fix her and Cheyenne's... weird friendship.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

Cheyenne wasn't acting like a woman. animal instinct had kicked in and blinding rage took over. A more sensible, sober Cheyenne might not act this way, but the stars aligned and she as clawing for Nicole as Gavin pulled her off. "Lemme GO!" She screamed like the animal she internally was.

She heard the barkeeps screams of stop, but none of them registered. All she saw was re as she kicked and flailed in Gavin's arms. She hollered as he hauled her out of the bar, Nicole out of her line of sight. that bitch was going DOWN! "If you two plan on killing each other, it won't be in here, got it? NOW!"

He finally let her down, but Nicole was out of sight. She glared at Gavin and then jabbed his shoulder angrily, the cool night air bringing her sense back. "Don't ever do that again!" She growled angrily, feeling the hairs on her body stand on end as a cats fur would in a situation where she had to fight. She turned on her heel and stormed away, cooling off slightly with each step.

Frustrated, Cheyenne made her way to the tree. She didn't want to sit in her apartment all night an she didn't want to go bitch at Claire, either. She needed the solace of nature. She needed to be more than herself. She needed to be a lioness.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

Gavin was more than a little surprised at how compliant Nicole had been. She left immediately, probably upset about the whole situation. He would text her after work to see if she was alright. Cheyenne on the other hand was like a damn bucking bronco! The girl was a spitfire, that was for sure.

When she jabbed him in the arm he glared at her. "Walk it off, Chey." He snapped. Man, she had a good punch on her! He watched her stalk off into the night and shook his head. He had such high expectations for the evening and now he had no one to look forward to. Truth be told he was so worked up, the thought didnt even bother him all that much. They had made a real scene in there and now he was going to have to smooth it all over.

When he walked back in the bar seemed to have already forgotten it. Everyone was drinking and laughing. Maybe they were chatting about the brawl, and he was certain there were plenty who were mad he didn't allow them to literally rip each others clothes off, but he knew he'd done the right thing in the end.

Crazy bitches.