South entered the room the way she usually did - with a glowering expression and under-her-breath mutterings about bullshit leader boards and high-ranking bitches. She glared at CT, glared at the flickering projected film CT was watching, and glared at a few other things in the room for good measure. South rarely did things by halves. If she was going to be pissed off, she was going to be pissed off at everything.
CT rolled with the motion as South angrily threw herself onto the opposite end of the couch, the springs squeaking pitifully in protest. With an almost imperceptible sigh, CT turned off the projector, brushing some pieces of popcorn from her lap. There wasn't much chance of finishing her film in peace - she couldn't concentrate, not with South trying to burn a hole in her arm with laser vision that she didn't actually have.
"Oh no, don't let me ruin your movie," South all but snarled. "I shouldn't take out my rage on other people, should I?"
A small smile tugged at CT's mouth. "Wash try and make you feel better again?"
The blonde snorted, arms folded. "That kid, I swear to god... Who the fuck tells someone that's obviously angry that they need to think about other people's feelings? If I'm that infuriated, I'm not gonna be caring about anyone's feelings but my own."
"Maybe talking about it would help."
South laughed bitterly, her head dropping back to hang over the edge of the sofa. "I got kicked off the leader board."
CT smiled wryly. "Join the club. I've never been on it in the first place."
Grudgingly, South held up a clenched hand, waiting for a fist bump. Surprised, CT tapped her knuckles against South's fist. They both smiled. "There," the blonde declared. "We've officially started our own Freelancers-without-a-rank pity party." She gestured towards the blank wall in front of them. "Got anything with lots of gore on that thing? I feel like watching something violent."
This smiling thing certainly seemed to be becoming a habit for CT. "Don't you always?" she replied, turning the projector back on and pulling up a list of horror movies and scrolling down. "Here, Blood-splatter Zombie-fest Killing Spree. If that doesn't scream gore to you, I don't know what will."
"I like the way you think, Connecticut," South grinned as the title splattered onto the screen in a dripping blood font.
"Get ready to enjoy one hundred minutes of over-the-top mindless undead violence, South Dakota."
More blood sprayed across the screen, punctuated by the high-pitched screams of a beautiful young woman in a thin nightgown, torn in all the right places to show off her thighs and cleavage.
"Pass me the popcorn."