She lets out a hasty, unsteady breath, clenching her lace-clad fingers in turquoise blue hair.
"H-Hngnn- Damnit Flowers!"
The other girl pauses, looking up.
"Flowers?
"Got a problem?" The platinum blonde scowls, bright red lips pursed. Ramona raises an eyebrow with an amused expression, reaching a single finger up to trace the small red welt on the other girls neck.
"Nope."
"Good. Now where were we?"
"Well I'd think that you'd know that, Roxie."
"Don't be smart, Ramona!" She snarls and sits up, glaring at the blue-haired girl.
Ramona blinks, sitting up also. "Normally you don't mind."
"That was until that pussy Scott came into your life!"
"Wha- Roxie, why do you care about that?"
She huffs and turns her head to the side. She shouldn't care, she idoesn't/I, that's what she'll tell Ramona. "Who ever said I did?" Fuck. You sure blew that one, half-ninja.
"… Roxie. You just admitted to caring-"
"I did not! There is a goddamn difference between caring about that pussy and wanting him out of your life. "
Ramona raises an eyebrow again.
"You're despicable, I hope you know that. You want Scott out of my life, when for all you know he could want you out of mine too. It's selfish."
Her fingers clench the sheets. "Shut the fuck up Ramona! I'm better than him and you fucking know it."
"Roxie!" Her voice rings out, a tone of anger apparent.
The blonde bares her teeth. "Yes princess?"
"That's out of line, and you know it."
"Oh what, ashamed of your apparent bi-sexuality?"
"Bi-curiosity."
"Shut up." Whoops, bad move. She lets go of the sheets. Bi-curiosity. Damn. It's a losing battle, it always had been. Everyone was bi-curious in college, it was hopeless to hope that someone like Ramona, that had countless guys pawing at her feet, would be completely and honestly bi.
"Get out."
Roxies eyes widen. "Wha- You can't really- You don't really mean that, do you?"
"I don't lie."
"Says the world-renowed cheat-"
"Get out, Roxanne!" Her voice rises even higher than it had before, causing Roxie to lean back and flinch at the use of her full name.
"Jesus, Ramona. Fine."
She gets up too quickly, slipping her minidress and boots on, then grabbing her bag. She walks to the doorway, but pauses, her hand on the cold wood of the doorframe. Quickly, she rifles through her bag and pulls out a postcard sized flyer, turning her head and throwing it at Ramona.
"Wha-?"
"I'm having an art show this weekend. You should come if you're not too busy having your clothes awkwardly taken off slowly by Scotts teeth."
Ramona lets out an exhausted sigh.
"I'll see what I can do. Now get out."
A rare smile graces Roxies face. "Good. See ya later, babe."