Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange.

Summary: She stopped, because she saw, for the first time in her life, by what sort of look one learns that a time-traveling woman is capable of killing.

"I'm going to kill you." seethed Max. Chloe tried to defend herself, but Max silenced her with a hole-denting punch in the wall, making her, and a few students in the halls, jump. "I'm going to dropkick you to death, rewind a few times to do it again, then when I'm tired, I'm going to drive out to the cliffs, and toss your body to the whales."

Chloe chuckled nervously, inching away from the raging hipster. "That sounds awfully specific, hun."

"Don't you fucking 'hun' me, you…you…you ass!"

Chloe had never seen Max this angry. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She was pretty angry when she pulled her hair into pigtails when she was asleep once. This, this was a whole new level of rage.

"This is why I don't bring you around my friends." Max growled, advancing on Chloe. The punk-rocker backed further and further away, suddenly a aware of how small the dorm was. "I think to myself 'Chloe would probably like Kate. They might get along well. They're both friendly. And what's the first thing you say to her?"

Clearly the question was rhetorical, as Max immediately went into a fairly good imitation of Chloe. "'Holy shit, Max, I didn't know she was this hot! Hey, Kate, ever thought of a three-way?'"

In retrospect, it was not Chloe's finest hour. But she'd said/done far worse things. She couldn't think of any right now, but surely there was at least one. "Sorry?"

Max's eye twitched. "Sorry? Sorry?" She rounded on Chloe more, until the blue-haired girl was pressed against the wall. Her rough-and-tough exterior collapsed, and fear was present in her eyes. "You all but terrify one of my best friends with the suggestion of a three-way, and all you can think of to say is sorry!? Chloe Price, if I could remember your middle name right now I would use it in an ultimatum because that is how mad I am at you!"

"It's Harriet." piped up the rocker in what she thought was a helpful tone.

Max let out a gurgled, vicious shriek and tackled Chloe, sending them both flying out of the door. The hipster's tiny hands were wrapped around Chloe's neck, and all she could think of was how to dispose of the body–

"Um…am I interrupting something?"

Two pairs of eyes turned to look up, taking in the sight of Kate staring down at them. She smiled and gave a friendly wave.

"Hey, Kate." rasped Chloe, not at all minding Max was on the verge of crushing her windpipe. "What's the word?"

"Max, would you mind stopping the strangling of your girlfriend?" asked the blonde.

Reluctantly, Max released her hands, giving Chloe the finger as she stood up and dusted herself off. "Look, about Chloe's stupid-ass and insensitive suggestion earlier–"

"That's actually what I came to talk to you about." interrupted Kate. She shuffled her feet and stared at the floor. "Does…the offer still stand?"

Max's jaw dropped, Chloe helpfully and cheekily closing it for her and slinging an arm around her girlfriend's shoulder. "Name the time and place, Great Kate."

"I hate you…" groaned Max, holding her face in her hands as her cheeks bloomed red. "So, so, so much."

"Nah, you love me." replied the punk rocker, planting a kiss on the hipster's cheek.

"Yeah, I know."