Joe turned toward Natalie. "Well, you're the last person for this
challenge. Before I even start I need to get something straight.
Chick or bitch? Which do you prefer?"

"Oh, just call me Natalie. Or Nat, whatever."

"So either your name or a bug. Gotcha. Well whatever species you
are, get up there and try to knock in some balls."

There was a snicker that wafted from Jen. "Yeah, she's had a lot of
practice so this shouldn't take to long."

"Hey, I'm not the one who can't play pool but knows the double
meaning of the word 'balls'" Natalie shot back.

"You callin' me dumb?"

"No, I'm calling you a dumb slut you brain dead whore!"

"Am not!"

"Are so!"

"Oh yeah, well I'm a brick wall aaand you're some soup. Everything
runs down me and, and...yousuck." Jen mumbled through the last
word. She hung her head in her silent stupidity.

Natalie put a victorious smirk on her face and then stood herself in
front of the pool table. Her smirk held as she took her first shot.

But it was gone by the end of her last shot. All but one of the
balls were left on the table.

She walked reluctantly over to the table where Joe was fixing her
drink. He handed it to her and she held it up to the light. "Wow,
that's really full." she observed out loud.

"Well it won't be after you drink it." Jen commented from the back of
the room.

"That's true." Natalie agreed. "It's so clear. I can see right
through it."

"That's cause it's made of glass and it's gonna cut you all the way
down until you die."

"Good suggestion. A stupid one, but I didn't expect a whole lot from
you." Joe interjected. "You gonna drink or walk Natalie?"

Natalie's face cringed. "I don't know..."

Jen's laughter grew. "No, she's not used to the swallowing part."
Jen laughed a goofy laugh at her own joke. "I meant that she sucks a
lot of dick." Jen's dorky snicker continued. "Thought this would be
a easy challenge for her but I forgot that part. That she doesn't
swallow. After she sucks dick." Jen looked around but no one else
was laughing. "Am I the only one that gets my joke?"

"You're the only one that gets YOU Jen." Joe looked back to the
contestant. "What's it gonna be Flea? You've got to decide."

"It's Nat. And...well..."

"Ha ha! Nope, she's givin' up. Just like she always does. Except
when it matters the most. When's that you ask?" Jen looked around,
but no one was interested. Her face twitched in confused
anger. "Well I'll tell you since you asked... With Cristian!
She'll never have him and she just keeps trying and trying. She's
like that little energizer train. He thought he could do it too and
well...well I guess he did. But you won't. Never never. Blondes
have more fun so he can have more fun with me if ya know what I mean."

Joe shook his head. "Yeah, I'll have to think about it now
unfortunately."

"Got you thinkin' now too Natalie? About how Cristian and I
are...together? Can ya handle it?"

Natalie's rage was growing to where she was just about to pop. Her
teeth were cracking from the clenching and her eyes were about to bug
out of her head. She let out a feral scream, then glugged down her
drink. She looked wildly around, then lunged at the bucket that held
the liquid. She quickly guzzled it all down as well. She threw it
to the side, then looked at everyone with wild eyes as her breath
came in short gasps.

"Holy shit." Joe remarked in monotone. "Just holy shit." His cell
phone rang and he picked it up. "Hello? Hey Matt. What's up?"
There was a short pause. "What? You've got to be kidding me?"

Natalie was a horrible sight. The clear goo was all down her chin
and all over the front of her shirt. She had stalked up close to
Jen. "Yeah, you fit a stereotype what with your blonde hair and your
air head. Guess what? I fit one too! You know how they say us red
heads like to get PISSED off!" Natalie put a little extra emphasis on
her "p", sending the snotlike substance all over Jen's face and hair.

Joe walked up to them. "Well, you're going to have plenty of time to
clean that off. The challenge for tomorrow has been called off. For
a while actually. About a month to be exact. A big storm came
through and wrecked everything! So now, instead of putting this
behind me tomorrow, I've got to wait an extra month to get rid of you
assholes? Great. Well, I'll see you all in a month. That's
assuming I don't KILL myself between now and then!"