Ahhh, I love the movie Chicago! This is just a random bunch of songfics inspired by the Cell Block Tango from it. Who doesn't love badass girls?

Disclaimer: A list of things I don't own would definitely include iCarly, Victorious and Chicago.

"You know how people have these little habits that get you down. Like Bernie.
Bernie like to chew gum. No, not chew. POP.
So I came home this one day and I am really irritated, and I'm looking for a bit of sympathy, and there's Bernie lyin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin'. No, not chewin'. Poppin'! So, I said to him, I said, "you pop that
gum one more time..." and he did.
So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots...into his head.
He had it coming, he had it coming, he only had himself to blame.
If you'd have been there, if you'd have heard it, I betcha you would have done the same!" Liz, Cell Block Tango

Trina Vega stormed home from work in a fiery temper. Every day at the office the idiot secretary Jordan would constantly bother her, getting her numerous cups of coffee, copying stuff, asking her questions, bright-eyed, eager and a complete idiot. In high school Trina would have loved Jordan, but as she got older she realised what an attention whore she was. Much like Jordan.

High school. Wow. What a great time in Hollywood Arts she had.

Not really. That was sarcasm. When her sister Tori came, Trina was not just the untalented Vega girl, but now the untalented Vega girl with the hot, talented, amazing younger sister.

It killed.

Maybe she should call Tori? They could hang out, smoke, maybe drink a bit and chat . . . but then Trina remembered. Tori was pissed at her for asking out her crush and a bunch of whole other things that Trina couldn't be bothered to remember. Tori didn't drink anyway. Or smoke. Or have fun anymore.

That was why Trina Vega was in a bad mood.

She entered the apartment she shared with Bernie, the one boyfriend who had bothered to stay with her. He wasn't much. A bit of an obsessive gum chewer, actually. No. Gum popper.

"Bernie, I'm home!" she yelled as she walked in and pulled of her high heels.

No response. Trina rolled her eyes. Where was that oaf?

She walked into the lounge and there was Bernie lying on the couch, watching football and drinking his second can of beer. And chewing gum. No. Popping.

"Bernie." she said. He ignored her.

"Bernie. Bernie! BERNIE!" she screamed. He continued to act like she wasn't there.

"Bernie, I swear if you pop that gum one more time . . ." she left it an empty threat.

Bernie looked at her for a long time. Then, slowly, he popped his gum.

Fuming mad, Trina stormed to the other side of the room. She was seeing red. She didn't want to do this.

No, she did.

She grabbed the shot gun off the wall and walked back next to the couch. She fired two warning shots.

Into his head.

This was why Katrina Emily Vega was now being questioned because she 'murdered' Bernie. Murdered? Psh, she had a reason.

Officer Harrison looked at her.

"Why?" he asked simply. "Why did you do it?"

Trina shrugged. "He had it coming." she sighed.

That was right. Bernie deserved it.

"One does not simply murder a man without reason." he stated, getting wound up by this infuriating woman.

"He had it coming." she said again. "That is my reason."

Officer Harrison sighed. "Take her to a cell, boys."

As Trina was pulled away, she felt a sense of elation. She wasn't just Tori's annoying older sister. She was Tori's older sister the murderer.