Riot Girl
"In the beginning, there was Goth. And Goth said, 'Let it get darker.'"
Rogue fumed at the words she'd read off the T-shirt in her hands. "When I get my hands on that little…"
"Er…not so little, babe," Todd broke in. "I think Freddie sent ya that one."
"Ooh," Rogue growled. "What is going on here? I wasn't even involved in this whole 'Kill Kurt' thing."
"All's fair in love and war?" Todd offered lamely.
"And baby, this is both," Rogue said grimly, wadding up the T-shirt in her hands and throwing it on the floor. "It's time to take off the gloves."
Todd gulped. "Ah…ya don't mean that literally, do ya?"
Rogue's smile was cotton candy sweet and bunny slippers fluffy – which Todd knew meant she was ready to kill someone. Or at least drain and dismember them. "Of course not, Todd," she said innocently, her accent thickening into a Southern drawl. "Little 'ol me would never drain someone just for playin' a prank."
Her eyes narrowed and her voice went cold. "But that doesn't mean I won't do somethin' worse," she spat.
Todd smiled meekly at his girlfriend and tried to think. Should he call the police? The Army? The National Guard?
There was gonna be a riot, he just knew it.
Look out, Bayville, Rogue's gone wild, he thought to himself.