It was actually a bit of a risk, albeit a freeing one, to openly speak about her preferred extracurricular activities, but she trusted a delinquent thief not to go running to the police."So glad someone gets it."

Chrys elegantly plopped herself down on the other couch, resting her legs across an armrest and her head against the other. Listening to Tess's problem, it was hard to imagine the rough and tumble girl on a date, but it was more preposterous to hear some man stood her up! The nerve! "I'm sorry sweetie."

Chrys took another sip of her drink, in no rush to leave her comfortable spot until she had at least one or two of the bottles coursing through her. Her mood was turning at the idea of the absentee date; with few real personal connections, Chrys felt almost protective of Tess. Sure, she was a pauper, but she was Chrys's pauper-sister type. "Dumb punk. Want me to punish him? Or we could do it together. Like a teambuilder." They always mentioned those at business seminars, and to Chrys they always seemed like proper torture anyway.

Tses felt a chuckle slip through her lips, a rather dark sound even for her. She took a swing of the drink and shook her head, giving a half grin. On the outside, she seemed pretty calm about the whole thing still. But inside, she was still steaming, and the irritation only slipped through in her words. "As tempting as it sounds right now, I don't have a clue where he is. If I did, I'd probably be hunting him down already demanding an explanation. This is why I never bothered with guys before." She grumbled slightly under her breathe and turned the bottled over in her hand. The glass was cold, but the wrapper wasn't as icy. She let her thumb brush across the edge of the paper, pealing it back slowly with each little flick of her finger.

"Since I can't take out my frustration on him, that just kinda leaves me to take it out on everyone else." She shrugged, and chuckled slightly. She dug through her candy bag and pulled out some sour gummy worms. Tearing the bag open with her teeth she poured a few into her mouth. One of them slipped and fell into her lemonade and she blinked in surprise, glancing down at it. "Hm.... alcoholic gummy worms.... why not..." She picked out a few more and started popping them into the bottle with mild disinterest.

Chrys was developing a quick distaste for Tess's mystery man. He was forcing someone as sweet-- or failing that, at least interesting--as Tess to learn a life lesson the hard way: Men are Awful. She understood why Tess could not just hunt down a boy she could not find, but Chrys would make it a note to get his name at some point; then if she ever crossed his path, he would find her way more unlucky than some black cat.

Chrys nodded with a shrug. "I'm sorry sweetie. Guys suck. Daddy always taught me that. Boys are going to hurt you. It's what they do. That's why I hurt them first," she confessed with a wicked smirk. Everyone learned from life lessons differently.

Watching Tess drop gummy worms into her drink, Chrys was amused enough to reach over and steal a few. Sliding one past her lips, she bit into it to "open up" the sour inner body, before following it up with a big sip of her drink. The sweet flavor of her beverage was balanced by the sourness, and the whole concoction was topped by the fizziness of the drink. "Candy and booze. Enough of both and I'm sure we can get your mind off whatshisname and back into mayhem and troublemaking." Plus Chrys was dying to see what a drunk Tess would be like.

With each gummy worm that landed into the drink, a little splash of fizzling erupted in the bottle. The citric acid reacting with the alcohol was mildly interesting, and she watched as Chrys tried a few, and smiled slightly "I guess that's way of avoiding getting hurt. It's probably good I've never dated anyone rich .... I mean, some girls key cars, and talk trash... then there are people like me who are more.... explosive. There would be a blown up sports car or something if they ever pissed me off." She laughed aloud then took a swig of the drink. It tasted sweeter than her first drink, and the sourness of the gummy worms mingled with the sour flavor already in the lemonade in a nice little melody.

"So what should we do after this? Besides you know, take out suppressed anger on unsuspecting strangers..." Her eyes twinkled slightly, and her next drink brought more gummy worm flavored lemonade into her mouth. It felt like ever drink made the flavor change just a little bit, but the alcohol hadn't quite settled into her system enough to have any results yet.

Chrys respected Tess's knack for high-level property damage. It was not exactly her own forte, but any level of destruction was admirable. She laughed and even snorted. "Remind me to call you next time I have do deal with some asshat in a sports car at work." In her line of work, they were not exactly uncommon.

Chrys took another big sip. "Do you have your jerk's number? We could leave him mean voicemails." Though with Tess's lack of phone, she was starting to assume her having that number was less than likely. "Or I dunno, we could drink more and call random people and just yell at him through them." It was all about exorcising anger after all, so did it really matter if it was being spent on the unsuspecting? "I mean, that'd probably be a good warm-up before we go out and cause more mischief?"

Tses smirked widely, eyes twinkling with some dark evil that only revealed itself when it came to explosives powered by moonlight. "I would gladly destroy a sports car for you. I would probably destroy more things if I could get away with it, but cops tend to get irritated when you start sending metal skyward. Kinda a hazard or something like that. Shrapnel and all that..." She chuckled, and looked at her beer bottle. Distantly she wondered what would happen if she put an explosive in a glass bottle. THAT could be painful... She finished off the bottle with a few more swigs, and the gummy worms at the bottom ran into her mouth. She made a face a little bit as she tried to chew them, and when she swallowed she answered Chry's question.

"No phone number, no phones... I guess we're pretty unconventional like that. Lucky for him, unlucky for me. Buuuut I wouldn't object to yelling at random strangers. People already dislike me. May as well give someone a reason to this time." She winked and laughed loudly, perhaps louder than she meant to. As the drink slowly settled into her blood stream, she was feeling more and more reckless, the glint in her eyes refusing to leave. "I think we should do it. At least I can call someone an asshole, right?"

It was not surprising to know Tess would do large property damage at Chrys's request, but that had less to do with loyalty to Chrys and more to do with the desire for mayhem and vandalism the tough blonde personified. She was more surprised to hear that neither Tess nor her boyfriend owned a phone! Of course Tess was an unconventional person, but in the age of technology and internet, who didn't at least have a blackberry? Did anyone plan anything without a phone?

Chrys shook her head, giggling at Tess's alternate solution. She tossed her cell phone at her friends and took a new sip from a new bottle. "Go for it. Dial ten numbers and let fake stupid jerk boy have it!" In the broadest sense of the word, this was probably therapy.

"Ugh, if I could tell him what I REALLY think though... Well, at least maybe this will get some of it out of my system..." With a sigh, she took the phone,then she stared at the screen for a moment in thoughtful consideration of what she should say. If she could tell Ty how she felt, how would she word it? You left me, I’m mad at you? No, that didn’t seem to do it justice. Punching in the numbers one after the other, she picked a random combination of digits, and waited for the ringing sound that let her know it was dialing. Then, she unleashed a torrent of angry emotions into the ear piece.


She hung up the phone with a click. Or, tried to. The individual on the other end had hung up somewhere after the first curse word, and she shrugged, handing the phone to Chrys. "Guess he couldn't take a few cuss words. Jerk." She lamented, then finished off her drink (at least, she thought she did. She wasn't sure if there was anything left in the bottle, all the yelling left her a little light headed), then she just looked around for something else to drink instead.

Chrys sat open-mouthed and speechless as Tess went off on her phone like it had just kicked a puppy, unsure of the last time she saw anyone as riled up and totally enraged as the young woman scorned. If anything, her friend was providing Chrys with more evidence to an important life lesson: love ends poorly and people are terrible.

Taking the phone back, it was a moment before Chrys could gather words into a reply. "Um, yeah. What a pansy." Seriously, who would hang up on a call with that much creative verbage?

Tess's bottle was clearly empty, so Chrys hopped to her feet and over to the fridge. "Listen sweetie, I promise you this guy isn't worth beating yourself up over because no guy is. They all suck and are selfish and use people." Said the pot about the kettle. But she was feeling something she could not quite place, (side note: it was empathy;) and seeing Tess so upset was bothering her.

Tossing another alcoholic cooler Tess's way, Chrys grabbed one for herself, decidedly in the mood for the tropical flavors of coconut, orange, and pineapple in a bahama mama. "Have another of those. Tonight shouldn't be about him." Of course it was going to be; he was going to be on Tess's mind, but the least she could use was a distraction.

Catching the bottle from her companion, Tses popped the top off and took a swig. She wasn't sure if she was feeling an effect yet, but it was relaxing to have something in her hands. The cold of the glass stung a little, but with time it would have a numbing effect. Maybe it would work on her mind. She needed that right now.

"How come people get in relationships then? You see 'em every holiday, walking hand in hand, all cutesy and lovey dovey and whatnot. If they're all jerks, why do people bother? Just is all dumb. Should've just stolen his wallet and ditched him. Should have stolen his wallet and whatever wallets he already stole." She took a deeper drink and grumbled with a shake of her head. Another swig, and there was a so distant tingle in her mind. At least, she thought there was. She wasn't sure what she felt. It was all a jumbled mess of happy sad and depressed emotions.

"If it's not about him, what should we make it about?" She glanced at Chrys, curious what they could do now. They were both a little unorthodox in their own ways, but their 'fun' may be different. Tses was a law breaker: she liked playing with the rules and seeing what she could get away with. Chrys was someone Tses was still learning more about. She didn't know how far the other woman would go. They already robbed a store. But what other trouble could they get into?