WARNING: This is just a random thing that popped up in my mind, not to be taken too seriously. It's also a parody, so if you're not into that sort of thing or simply love McLeod's Daughters too much to see things being made fun of, then don't read past this point.
The title was inspired by Anti.
Pride and Prejuices
„This is it! I'm not talking to him anymore!" Stevie yelled, slamming the door of the Ute.
A collective sigh was aroused among the other girls. They looked up from the hole they were shovelling, for whatever purpose. Never mind who was supposed to take care of the stock in the meantime. What mattered was that they were all together, working on one thing, whenever they needed to be.
Jodi rolled her eyes. "Again?!"
"No, really, this time. He's an idiot."
Kate turned back to her work, this was sooo silly. Totally gross. Everyone knew Stevie was in love with Alex anyway –duh!- but God beware anyone ever mentioned something like that. No, they kept silent and put up with Stevie's frustrated bullying. That was probably a lot easier than just stating the obvious and being grown-up about it.
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But then who's gonna get us the truck for the auction?" Regan asked. Of course she didn't get the idea of just making a phone call herself.
"Who cares, this is way more impor-" she paused "-tant."
Kate followed Stevie's gaze to see whatever had distracted her. Naturally, it was Jodi, who had bent over again and was shovelling dirt, or rather, Jodi's breasts. Although her white tank top –the ideal clothing for work in the mud indeed- was spotless, her whole chest was smeared with something brown, that looked remarkably like make-up, and shiny with sweat. One curl of her blond hair was hanging down, to suggest disorganization through hard labour. Kate quickly checked her own posture, making sure that no one could get a glimpse at her cleavage –of course they couldn't, she was covered up, as always- distraught at the sight of Stevie ogling Jode. She'd been doing too much of that lately.
"Um, wow, it's pretty…hot out here, isn't it?" she commented, trying to change topics. "I'm so exhausted."
Regan smirked. "Exhausted? From doing what?"
"Uh, well, you know…" She mumbled something indefinite about fences and broken whatever-ators, but who really cared, anyway? Stevie's melodramatic love life was way more exciting.
Suddenly, Jodi cried out in pain.
"What is it?" Stevie asked, hurrying to her side.
"I broke my nai-ail!" she exclaimed with tears running down her cheeks.
Kate frowned. "I thought you didn't care about that sort of thing anymore?"
"Hey, I was Miss Gungellan once! Almost, anyway. And now look at me! I'm old, and lo- honely" she sobbed.
Stevie walked away from her, shaking her head, heading for the kitchen. "Stop being whiny! I never am."
Regan started laughing, but was quick to conceal it as a cough when she caught Kate's glare.
The younger worker patted Jodi's back. "You still have Ste- I mean Rob and Riley."
"I love Rob…but he was on witness protection – why does something like that always have to happen to us, anyway, we're out in the bloody bush! Anyway, how was I supposed to know that he'd come back? And Riley is pretty nice, too. And they both have great hair!"
"They do indeed" Regan mused. "Hey, when you've decided, can I have the other one? Not much choice out here, anyway."
Her comment sent Jodi into another fit of sobs. "I never wanted to stay here, anyway! I wanted to be a…a personal stylist. Cos that's so much better than being a farmer!"
"Well, you should have made a five-year plan, like me."
Jodi gave her a strange look. "But you're here, too!"
"…true."
