Enjoy.

Like I said. Rated M for everything.


After what felt like an eternity, Enid left the house in search for Red in the plaza. They hadn't had plans since that race from Rad's house, but now they were set to properly walk around the plaza together.

With the dojo in the corner of her eye, Enid began to pick up the pace as she caught a futuristic-like tank planted into the parking lot, just peeking out of her sight. It was unusual for Red to actually park and leave the enlarged vehicle there for everyone to see, but Enid was able to see it there, obviously.

Enid waved as she walked up to the tank. She peeked through the windows.

Nothing. That's pretty absurd for someone who always felt obliged to remain inside the vehicle.

However, waves of hearty laughter was filling Enid's eardrums to the right. Couldn't be any other place but the Cafe. Ever since Drupe snagged the job, a younger demographic had been rushing in and out of the doors. Some to feel comfortable interacting in front of someone other than a balding man, and some just for their thirst for some coffee and Drupe herself.

The thing about Drupe is she always played hard to get, no matter the man. The counter must have gave her immense power, much like Enid's connection to the bodega.

No, it couldn't. It must be something else. Drupe had never felt this privileged before, but she was also open about dreading the job.

As she walked through the door and the tiny bells clicked and clacked, she found Red, nearly driven to tears laughing it up with Drupe.

"O-oh! Hey Drupe, this is her! Drupe, Enid. Enid, Drupe." Red Action had greeted.

Enid couldn't help but feel jealous. If Red were to bring along Drupe after her shift, it would be completely devastating. See, she wanted to dedicate the day for only herself and Red, but to see the warrior from the future still interact heavily with her alleyway friends kind of gave her the idea her importance is diminishing to her, again. Here she was, giving emotions she didn't give to Enid.

"Hey Enid. I just heard a lot about you. Holy hell, aren't you something special? Tell me more about how you kicked that P.O.I.N.T rookie's ass!" Drupe exclaimed.

Suddenly, the envy went away, and Enid smiled. After thinking for a brief period of time, she came out with her story.

"Well, where do I start? Elodie used to be one of my friends, but she fucked with me and forced me out of my dream job of being a P.O.I.N.T member for her own greed. Couple of years later, she came to town and I tossed her around when she once again tried to play mind games with me. Too bad everybody couldn't handl-"

Red interrupted. "Come on, E! We gotta hit these spots so we can have time for the Danger Zone!"

"Oh, well I haven't had breakfast yet."

The face of Red began to signify that of a five year old kid whose ice cream cone was being delayed.

"Fine. Just make it quick. I'll be at Logic Cuts."


Coming out satisfied, Enid whirled around her coffee cup as a bit of it was left. She didn't like it strong, and though her drink was very sweetened, she still felt the need to pop open a stick of gum after throwing it away.

Enid walks into a rather lively Logic Cuts, with regulars of all kinds appointing themselves for the weekend. It took a while to find her, but she was able to spot Red Action, just finishing up with the slightest trim she had ever seen. None of the hair on the floor was even able to pile up. It appeared Red was just hoping to look her sharpest for the day.

"Heh, that's it?" Enid popped from the shoulder of Red

"Yeah, I know, it's too much to come in just for this, but don't you agree I look much better than before?"

"Honestly, I can't even tell. But you do look better to me..."

Those last two words were a little too touchy. Good thing Red was paying attention to the mirror handed by Mr. Logic.

"Red Action. Your trim is complete", the robot barber had confirmed.

After a slight nod, Red gave the cash to her barber, instructing him to keep the change.

What the hell?

Either Red was in a good mood and wanted to introduce practically everybody on her own version of "God's Plan", or she had just lost it. There could also be a third reason that Enid probably did not know of.


There she was at the water fountain on the side of the alley, with Red's loose hairs slowly being washed out inside the drain. A disgusting habit, probably, but Red isn't the most civic individual in Lakewood.

"Why are you still doing that?" Enid had chuckled.

Red turned her head towards Enid with the water now splashing on the back of her head. "It's a hell of a lot better than showering for the second time in the morning. Plus, I just forgot to have it trimmed this week."

That's a lie. There's a reason why Enid included "still".

Red brought her own towel to dry herself up.

"So where to, E?"

"What? I thought you said you wanted to hit the spots around here!"

"Yeah. The salon and the fountain."

She couldn't be serious.

Red continued. "Personally, I just want to head to the danger zone. It may be a nice weekend here at the plaza, but most of these spots are pretty mild. There's a reason I just keep my ass in the alley, you know."

There was really nothing Enid can do but nod in agreement, indicating she accepts the request to do the same thing over at the Danger Zone.

After stalling for a bit, Enid broke the silence as Red finished washing her hair.

"Heard it was gonna snow today."

"You shitting me? It feels so nice out here though!"

"Yeah, but winters here tend to do you like that."

Enid had no idea what she was saying. She just wanted to get the day over with, since it has been nothing but awkward conversations as her self-esteem dwindled.


Several hours later, the sun began setting upon the Danger Zone. Red was screeching in excitement out the window as the tank began doing donuts around the dead bodies of numerous mutated creatures that roamed the region during this time.

Never did Red have as much fun as this day. However, this couldn't be said for Enid, who was looking down at her denim jeans in the middle of all this nonsense.

"Damn! Did you see that? The poor fucker's head just flew out the plateau! Ha!" Red laughed in ecstasy.

No response. All Enid did was offer an unenthusiastic scoff, so silent as if she was to hide it from her crush. This did not work, however.

Cheek to cheek, Red Action's joyous smile began to fade. Frustration began to rub on her conscious.

The brakes are slammed, and Enid's head bangs hard on the window, suddenly waking her from her distant state.

In an instant, she looks to her side in hostility.

"Dude, what the FUCK!"

"I need to know what is going on with you."

"What is going on? Don't pull the fucking brakes on me again, how about that!?"

"ENID! Look, you can beat me and spit on me afterward, I couldn't care less, but E, what the hells on your mind? You didn't want to come here, so why did you agree to stay?"

"I-i don-Shut up."

Red's anger began to simmer a little. There was something that Enid was hiding from her, and though she had a good idea, she still attempted to look clueless for a second. She had to keep herself from blushing.

"Hey, you can tell me. We're tight like that, right?"

"I-I just can't. You would probably think different of me."

"I promise I won't! I know you are effective at keeping things to yourself, but I can't have my best friend beat herself up whenever she's with me. I just can't live with that!"

Best friend.

Enid suddenly felt the same sensation she had when Red boasted of her fight with Elodie. She felt positive again, and was ready to go all out.


During her time in the community college, Enid felt like she was an outcast in all aspects of the word. Her academic skills weren't as sharp as others, and the curriculum began to curve on her. It was as if students were suddenly poised to destroy everything she worked hard for.

Anxiety filled the bones of Enid. After an incident in which she fulfilled the wrong class that she cluelessly participated in for her summer, she did the only sensible thing that one would do when undergoing through this.

Gamble.

On a Saturday night in which she would roam campus to free herself from her stress, she spotted a group of young adults sitting on a lunch table out in the open pulling out playing cards and putting out stacks of dollars. It was surreal. Enid had a full roll of money that she planned to use in case anybody hit up with her during the time she had, but everybody was checked in for their own things.

This left Enid vulnerable to sin.

After reluctantly asking to join in with her roll to induce the men and women to scrap on this kid like vultures, she had began it all.

Enid was familiar with Texas Hold Em'. She learned the game and tried online poker with other strangers around the world in middle school, but then she dropped it. Her parents were pissed to find their little witch indulge in the unholy practices that the scummiest of mortals relied on.

After five puffs of the blunt over the course of an hour, she unexpectedly began kicking ass.

When she beat out the man in a buttoned shirt who had clinged onto his last five, the others started to congratulate her.

"Way to go, pinkie. Pains me to say it, but you're kind of like, the shit right here."

Everybody but Enid had chuckled at the compliment. Not Enid, though. She was too busy thinking about her million dollar escape.


Enid was ready to tell it all to Red Action. This wasn't her first time making a big gamble, but she was about to go all in with a full house.

"Red, I love you. I never just took you as some friend that I just happened to talk with on a daily basis. I always wanted to be something more to you, with you doing the same thing in return. You're hot, like, REALLY fucking hot. So hot it screws with my head just thinking of you. You are fierce too, and not just that, bu-"

Before she can finish, Red jumped out of her drivers seat, threw her body across the clutch, and reached for Enid's lips.

She didn't give her a pity kiss, nor a simple one.

Red was giving her the entirety of her mouth, and began groping Enid's body viciously.

In response, Enid did the same. Her hunger for Red was at its peak. They both wished they can just devour the other down to the bone.

After a good ten seconds, Red began stripping herself of her armor.

"Oh shit." Enid had thought

Enid's mind began processing a million thoughts. Never did she think she would "pop the cherry" on this day.

It was apparent Red felt the same for Enid. She was positioning herself for sex.

The phone buzzed.

The savage state of mind for both teens escaped their minds. Enid took the phone out her pocket and saw the time in big white numbers.

10:03

Oh fuck.

Enid opened the door and signaled Red to get off her shoulder. She opened the door, hopped out, and began rushing westward to the city as she boosted herself up with the swing of her foot backwards.

Red, meanwhile, was left there in confusion, with her armor hilariously dispositioned.


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