Argument
Robots in Disguise
Kraftwerk Orange
Genre
A Kraftwerk Orange is having one of their famous electro parties, but all of a sudden, Neon and Ultra get in a horrible fight.
"Gonna get you bitch!" The crowd went silent as Ultra stormed out, followed by Neon.
"Gonna get you, bitch!"
"Ah, shut up!"
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
"Fuck you."
"You're shit!"
Ultra turned quickly to Neon. "You stink of it!"
The crowd gasped. "Ultra," Neon hissed, "let's go back into the room."
"Why should I do anything you say?"
"Because I don't want to embarrass myself."
"What else do you have to embarrass yourself for, honey?"
"You're being pathetic, you're gonna regret it!"
"I'm hating you lately, I want my 3.80!"
"You're pulling that face in my space. Same noises each day, rewind and . . ." Neon pretended to press a button on a remote. "Press play."
"God! You always do that!"
"You never put the remote back on the fucking coffee table!"
"You always bring random men to the flat who leave the seat up!"
"You never check!" Ultra stormed off, and Neon shouted out behind her, "I'm not done!"
"I am!" The crowd was getting uncomfortable.
"You always run away from the slightest argument!"
"You never use your common sense to walk away!"
"You always say I don't have common sense."
"You never use it if you do have it!" Ultra grabbed Neon, and they growled at each other.
"Can you not-"
"Can't you stop-"
"Can you not-"
"Can't you stop?" Ultra slapped Neon. "Stop!"
"Ultra! What the hell was that?"
"You're causing my head to pound, I thought I would make yours hurt too."
"We gotta act more pro!"
"I guess."
"Just think of the fans!"
"Fuck the fans, let's break up."
"If we break up, we're just another ex-band."
"Let's just go back to the start."
"That's the only way it'll last." She took in a deep breath. "I'm Neon."
"Ultra." They shook hands, and walked back to their room.
The DJ and all of the guests stared at each other, not sure what happened.