In the spirit of keeping these drabbles related to whatever's going on in the main fic, here's one about Carla and Priscilla! (Carlilla? Priscarla? Whatever the shippers come up with.)

Warning: Disproportionate amounts of fluff in this drabble, especially compared to that last one. As someone who doesn't write much of it, it may be a little jarring.

Drabble 3: Girl's Fight Out

The Docks

Boardwalk

A Happier Time

"I can't believe your familia kicked us out."

"I can't believe we're on a date."

It had been twenty years since the Rodentriguez family took in its largest guest and her impact was hard to ignore, quite literally. Elizabeth already had a large house by rodent standards, but having Carla around meant upgrading to what would equate to a Beaverly Hills style mansion, then tearing down a few walls and raising the ceiling just to make a single bedroom. As their kind required much less than most mammals, it wasn't too unreasonable of a purchase, though it did necessitate bringing in a little extra dough.

That was where Lucha Libre came in. Carla was the first to become a wrestler, her aggressive and domineering instincts perfectly suited to the profession. It was her way of giving back to the family that had raised her, many of whom came to watch her fight (and win) day after day. They were nothing but supportive of her new calling, which they kind of had to be since there was no way they could ever do the same.

It was no wonder then that she and Priscilla got along so well. For the many, many, many awkward days Carla spent struggling not to step on her siblings, let alone relate to them, Priscilla was the only one who showed no fear in approaching her. Even most mammals her own size found Carla a bit intimidating, and that was before she started cracking skulls for a living, yet here was this girl roughly the size of her foot not caring in the slightest. Priscilla Rodentriguez could talk to a rhino as easily as a rat and refused to take shit from either. They were like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object and somehow the result was kinship. But romance? That was out of the question, right? Different species, different weight class, same sex, talk about a trifecta of abnormality.

The rest of the family sure didn't seem to mind, seeing as how the two of them were basically forced out of the house and told to "get to know each other". Well, there was nothing normal about this situation anyway, so might as well give it a shot, if only because refusal felt uncomfrotably like admitting defeat. "Where are we going?" Priscilla asked, dressed in a casual white t-shirt and jeans while sitting in what was more or less a booster seat. Carla owned an SUV, or rather Elizabeth did, on the condition that it be able to fit literally the entire family to go on field trips.

"Some boardwalk down in the Docks," Carla answered, steering the vehicle with one paw and resting her legs on the dashboard. She had on a dark blue tank top and black pants, also casual. "Just opened up apparently."

"That sounds nice," the rat said shortly. Neither wanted to admit how awkward this night had become already.

"Si, should be fun."

"I think so too."

"Indeed."

"Absolutely."

"No doubt."

They couldn't hold it back anymore, looking to each other almost in unison. "Carla, do you really think we might…?"

"...actually start dating?"

They both burst out laughing. "As if!"

They pulled into their stop soon after and left the car, Priscilla jumping and rolling to the ground instead of using the installed ramp. Carla quickly scooped her up and placed the rat on her shoulder. "Hey, I can walk just fine on my own!"

"It's gonna be busy. If something happens to you, your madre will kill me."

She scoffed. "Please. Anyone gets too close and I'll kill them first."

"No, I'll kill them before you even get the chance."

"Then if nobody ends up dead, we'll call this night a success. Deal?"

"Deal."

It would be a more difficult goal than either of them expected.

The boardwalk itself was nothing impressive, just a low-budget, barely-put-together mishmash of fabric and machinery, all situated on wood that should have given way years ago. But hey, it would do for a night's entertainment.

"Where do we even start?" Priscilla asked, even a rat disgusted by the atmosphere.

"Hard to pick. There's just so many great choices." Carla looked slowly back and forth, trying to see through the thick crowds. "They've got some games over there. Want me to win you a prize?" That was a thing you did on a date, right?

Priscilla smirked knowingly. "Sure. If you think you can manage it."

Carla was only half-interested before, but now she was making a beeline towards the nearest stand, a typical carnival game about throwing bottles at stacks of balls. Wait…

"Ah, customers!" greeted a seal in a striped shirt, another ball balanced perfectly on his nose. "Step right up and test your skill!"

Carla slammed down a few coins. The desire to win a tacky prize for her date filled her with determination. "Bring it on."

A row of bottles were set in front of her. The hyena deftly lifted one and wound her arm back, closing one eye as she steadied her aim. Priscilla leaned in, her own beady eyes watching closely.

Carla's arm whipped forward and the bottle went flying...just glancing the top of the first stack and shattering against the wall. "Ooooooh, so close!" the seal said, putting on the usual fake sympathy of a professional.

Carla glared at the stack of balls as if it had personally affronted her. Another bottle was thrown, this one missing entirely. "This game is rigged," she huffed.

"You just need a little more focus," Priscilla offered, hopping down onto Carla's arm. "Take a deep breath and follow my lead." She slowly moved the arm up and into position, aiming carefully. "Okay, toss now."

Carla nodded, moving her arm straight back and throwing the bottle. A direct hit! The first stack exploded in front of them. "Ha! No one has enough balls to stop us!"

Priscilla was already adjusting for the second stack. "30 degrees right, 50 degrees up, and...fire!" Just like that, another stack was destroyed. Only one remained.

"Better pick out your prize." Carla grinned, eyes narrowed on the final stack.

"Annnnnd...fire!" Once more, it was a direct hit...but this time the balls did not fall. Only the bottle was broken. "Negativo. Didn't go in. Just impacted on the surface."

"Must've been a dud." Carla frowned. There was only one bottle left now.

"Then let's make this one count. Fire!" Carla threw again, even harder this time. The bottle knocked a single ball loose, but the rest of the stack didn't budge.

"Too bad!" the seal proclaimed, shaking his head, and his personal ball with it. "Better luck next time."

Priscilla glared at him accusingly. "Nothing takes two wallops from us and stays standing. This is rigged!"

"No one likes a sore loser," he replied, a bit too smugly for her taste.

Carla glanced down at the seething rodent and decided it was time to return her favor. "Oh, we haven't lost yet. We still have one more to toss."

He scanned the counter, confused. "Hmm? Where?"

"Right here!" Carla reached for the ball atop the seal's head, grabbed the whole seal instead, then hurled him into the last stack. Whatever he had used to keep the balls stuck, he just as effectively got them unstuck. The impact brought down not only the stack, but the entire stand, leaving only the counter intact. "How's that for focus?"

"Your aim has improved," she said wryly. "Do I still get a prize?"

She chuckled, gesturing to the pile of junk left behind. "Take your pick."

"Yay!" Priscilla leapt gleefully into said junk.

Her choice of prize was unusual, yet somehow appropriate. Carla now found herself walking back through the crowd with a rat in a capitan's hat standing on her nose. "Hard to starboard! Bring us around! Now drop anchor!"

She stopped in place. "Priscilla, we're just two friends hanging out at a boardwalk, we are not a ship."

Even for a children's size hat, it was still a little big on her. "You're just jealous because you don't have a prize yet. Let's see if we can change that." She pantomimed pulling out a telescope and looking through it as she searched the area. "There! Land ho!"

"Come one, come all! Test your strength against Grizz the Wizz!" A bear in a cheap mockery of a wrestling uniform had set up an equally cheap ring in the middle of the boardwalk. A nearby sign announced a $500 prize for anyone who could defeat him, not that the sign was really needed when he wouldn't shut up about it.

Carla snickered at the sight. "I think we were kicked out of New Mexicow to get away from Lucha Libre."

"It's not Lucha Libre," she insisted, pointing to the bear's chubby face. "No mask."

Carla couldn't help an amused smirk at her partner (wrestling partner). "You really want me to tango with that pendejo?"

"No, I said it's my turn to win a prize now. Be right back!" Without waiting for the inevitable protest, Priscilla hopped off of Carla's snout, jumping from head to head to reach the ring.

Carla sighed, slapping a paw to her forehead. So much for keeping Elizabeth's daughter out of trouble. Even so, she very much doubted she was in trouble either.

Oblivious to the coming storm, Grizz continued shouting. "Come on, isn't anyone mammal enough to take me on?!"

"I will!" Priscilla entered the ring, still wearing the hat.

Grizz took one look at her and scowled. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"That's more my partner's area, but I can try. You hear the one about the bear who walked out of this ring with all of his bones intact?" She cracked her tiny knuckles. "Me neither."

The next minute or so was filled with screams of agony and unsettling cracking noises. The gathered crowd watched this unfold, horrified, except for a hyena with a small smile on her lips.

"H-Here you go," stammered the bear's manager, an overweight walrus, handing (flippering?) a small envelope to the even smaller champion. "Please don't come again."

"Gracias." Priscilla curtsied, leaving the crumpled mat of fur in the ring as she headed back to Carla. It was a longer trip the second time since her previous stepping stones had now cleared the path. "Here, buy yourself something nice."

Carla took the prize reluctantly. "How am I supposed to top 500 bucks?"

Priscilla adjusted her new hat, which now looked significantly less impressive. "Sorry, guess I can't help but turn everything into a competition."

Carla glanced around, smiling slyly as a solution appeared before her. "Then let's get competitive." She jabbed a thumb over at the bumper cars.

They exchanged wicked grins, then quickly rushed over. The line that had been stationed there mysteriously dispersed as soon as they came near, leaving a nervous otter in glasses who was legally obligated to stay. "I'm s-sorry, but you must b-be this tall to r-ride." He pointed a shaky claw at a nearby sign, depicting a narwhal's horn marked like a measuring stick.

Priscilla said nothing, just pointed back at the bear still struggling to stand again. "I think I can handle it."

"Right you are!" He smiled forcefully. "Come on in!"

Carla picked a red car for the two of them, sticking Priscilla into the front of her shirt. The other participants already seated soon wished they weren't. As soon as the signal to start went off, Carla slammed the gas and charged straight at the nearest target, a young rabbit who would never come here again.

"FOR MY FAMILIA!"

"FOR APPEASING PRISCILLA'S FAMILIA!"

The rabbit was slammed back into the wall and properly traumatized. "About face! Charge!" Priscilla commanded. The car whirled around and sped at the rest of tonight's victims. The first was a fox who was knocked backwards into a deer, who then ricocheted off the wall into a cougar, who was sent spinning back towards Carla just as she charged into him, literally ramming him through the guardrail, out of the rink, and over the side of the dock.

A clever beaver attempted to sneak up on them from behind, but it was him that was surprised when Priscilla leapt at his face. Spinning out of control, he ended up taking out a few more cars before crashing himself. Carla finished up with a ram she was repeatedly battering into the wall, then swooped by to pick her up again. Knowing they were next, the remaining drivers mustered their courage and came at them all at once.

The screams of the slaughter would echo across the boardwalk for decades, but aside from that there was no prize to be won, so they soon called it quits. Carla climbed out of their burnt and twisted wreckage of a car, still carrying Priscilla. "Ayyyy, that was fun! What should we do next?"

Quite a few things actually.

They got on a rollercoaster, after once again coercing the worker to let Priscilla aboard. His concern was justified, since the first thing she did was tie a string around her waist and jump out the back, using a paper bag to stay afloat while Carla held her like a kite. It was a pretty good time up until Priscilla had to hurl.

They watched a pair of fire dancers perform in front of a crowd. Unimpressed, Carla caught a baton mid-drop and proceeded to put it out in her paw pads. Not one to be outdone, Priscilla then attempted to put it out in her mouth. To be fair, it was still more impressive fire blowing than the dancers could pull off, but she would never eat hot peppers again. Their challenge level had been surpassed.

They entered a haunted house, both trying to act tough, but secretly scared out of their wits. This resulted in them both being even more on-edge than usual, and in the midst of teasing each other to cover up their own fear, one of the hired paws dressed as a monster made the mistake of jumping out at them. This triggered a fight or flight response, and since neither was about to run away, they decked the monster and tore the place apart in the midst of beating down the rest.

Priscilla was starting to notice a pattern. "...Maybe we should just try the ferris wheel next."

Carla looked back over her shoulder. There were several injured mammals and busted attractions left in their wake, even a small fire or two. "Yeah...that might be a good idea." It was as if the entire boardwalk breathed a collective sigh of relief.

The ferris wheel didn't go too high, ruining any thrill they might have gotten out of it. This left them no choice really but to sit back and relax.

"Wow, what a night." Carla sighed, leaning back in the cramped gondola as it slowly, very slowly, carried them around.

Priscilla simply leaned on Carla. "I know, right? What a riot! Almost literally."

"Can't have everything." She shrugged. "Speaking of, any idea what Elizabeth was expecting from this?"

"Probably a ravenous make-out session at least."

"Shame to disappoint her."

The rat flipped herself over. "Oh? What do you mean by that?"

"J-Just that it's not going to happen is all," Carla said quickly. "I mean, come on, I'd probably eat you by accident if we tried something like that."

Deciding to have some fun with this, Priscilla wiggled her eyebrows. "Or you can eat me on purpose…"

Carla gasped. "What kind of sick fantasies are you in to?!"

"No, I didn't mean...it's just an innuendo."

"A what?"

"Nevermind." Guess that was one style of comedy Carla would never grasp. "But you're right, there's no way we could ever do anything like that. Can you even imagine trying to snuggle? I'd get lost!"

"And how would we have romantic dinners together? Just put a giant slab of meat next to some cheese?" Carla cackled back.

"Seriously! And let's not even get into that whole 'dominance' thing! We both know who'd come out on top there!"

"Ha! Yeah, that's a no-brainer!"

They both shouted in unison. "Me!"

A few seconds passed as both parties realized this conversation had just gone to a very dark place from which there was no return.

Priscilla slowly narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?"

Carla leaned towards her. "I meant what I said. Female hyenas are practically bred for dominance!"

"Only because all of your males are complete debiluchos! Have you seen how many siblings I have to deal with on a daily basis?"

"Big deal! All I have to do is threaten to step on someone and they fall in line!"

"Well you won't be stepping on me! Ever!"

"Is that a challenge?!"

"Only if you're tough enough to accept it!"

"GAME ON!"

Priscilla shouted a war cry and launched herself at the hyena. Carla flew back and hit the wall of the gondola, making the whole thing sway violently. Completely disregarding this, she quickly grabbed the rat with both paws and slammed her into the floor. "Still think I can't be on top?!"

"Only on top of the dirt!" Priscilla managed to wrap her small arms around one of Carla's fingers and punched her straight in the knuckle joint. The sharp pain made her hiss and loosen up just enough for the rat to slip out.

By the time Carla regained her focus, she was no longer anywhere in sight. "Wha...okay, Priscilla, there's nowhere to hide! Just come on out!"

"No problemo!" In this brief time, Priscilla had climbed all the way to the ceiling of the gondola, hanging by the beleaguered supports. And now she was plummeting straight down, landing an elbow strike to the back of Carla's neck. Already thrown off-balance, the hyena fell to the floor, allowing Priscilla to grab her ankle and twist it up over her back. "Rendición!"

Carla hissed, claws scratching the hard ground, but refused to submit. "Never! You think (agh) I can't (ack) take this?!"

"Oh, I know you can." A devious smile crossed her lips as she wrapped her legs around Carla's ankle, conveniently freeing up her arms. "But can you take this?" Her tiny claws set to work, raking up and down the sole of Carla's foot.

Her eyes widened. "GAH! NOT FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!" She thrashed around, trying in vain to shake the rat off.

Priscilla maintained a death grip, continuing the assault. "All's fair in love and war, and we already established this ain't love!"

Laughing hysterically, even for a hyena, Carla rolled around back and forth into each side of the gondola with extreme force. This completely failed to dislodge Priscilla, but did dislodge the support beam. Laughs turned to screams as they both plummeted off of the ferris wheel and towards the boardwalk below.

*CRASH*

The impact left a gigantic crater in the boardwalk, which the other patrons gathered around to mourn and take pictures.

There was another great splash as Carla popped back up from under the water, Priscilla riding atop her head. The rodent smiled weakly. "I think this means I win."

They didn't get to argue about it further only because the angry voices above drowned them out. This would have been a terrible tragedy had they died, but because they both survived, with barely a scratch at that, everyone else was just pissed. Objects were thrown and obscenities shouted at the two mammals who had left a path of destruction through this land of fun.

"I think we probably shouldn't come back here," Carla said, swatting away a large fry.

Priscilla caught a soda can, then threw it back to protect the environment. "Agreed."

The grey head of a porpoise suddenly emerged from the sea between them. It was no chance encounter, as he stared coldly at the two of them and said, "The Codfather is always watching."

Even they knew better than to stick around after something like that. A few minutes of frantic swimming later, they both crawled out onto shore, panting. "No make-out session...but at least we both got wet," Priscilla noted.

"Huh?"

"Right, definitely gotta avoid innuendoes with you." Priscilla stretched out into the sand, trying to relax, yet again. "We should probably call it here, huh?"

"Probably." Carla flopped down next to her. "But seriously, what are we going to tell Elizabeth?"

"We can tell her our first date was a success."

Her head shot back up. "Was it?"

"Well, the point of a date is to bond and get more comfortable around each other, right? We do have a lot in common. Like being tough, and fun, and brave…"

"...and a total menace to society?"

"Now you're getting it!" she cheered. "And I'm pretty sure no one died either, so I'd say this was a perfect ten on the dating scale. And I'll fight anyone who says otherwise!"

"Huh. I guess you're right…" The idea of dating her best friend was still something Carla would have to get used to, but she was certainly up to the task. "Then you wanna do this again sometime?"

"As long as it's not here, sure."

"Excellente." Carla finally stood back up and dusted the sand off of herself. "Then do you think someday, the two of us…"

"...might be married?"

They both burst out laughing. "As if!"

And now you know why we don't write fluff. It inevitably turns to chaos.

After all this alluding to what Carla Hyenandez used to be like back in the good ol' days, now you finally get to see it. Less angry, more funny, just as destructive. Also probably the closest we're ever going to come to crossing the border into M territory here, at least in terms of sexual content. Good thing Carla doesn't get innuendos, huh?

No, there was absolutely no foreshadowing towards a certain narwhal and his organization here. What are you talking about?