Everyone kinda stood there in shock for a couple minutes, and then Sam walked up to Dean, and Brianna followed Ariel down the hallway. She got to the door, and heard Ariel cursing under her breath. Bri knew her well enough to know that she would probably want to be alone right now, so she walked back out to the bar. She noticed Dean was in the corner booth with a bottle of jack in front of him. His eye was already turning blue. She turned and saw Sam at the bar, and she decided she would go talk to him, because if she tried to talk to Dean, she might blacken his other eye. "Eventful night." Sam laughed and nodded. "Eventful day. Dean came home this morning, and insulted her, and she smacked him, and now this." She chuckled. "He'll learn to not fuck with her pretty quickly. She's always been quick to throw a punch, not a slap." He nodded. "Ain't that the truth. Why aren't you keeping her company?" "She wants to be alone. Probably gonna punch her punching bag a bit. Work off some steam." Sam nodded again. "Do you box?" Brianna nodded. "We met in our boxing course at school. We both decided boxing was an important thing to know. I'm glad I took that class. She is easily one of my favorite people, and I wouldn't have met her if it weren't for it." She leaned over the bar to get the attention of the bartender, and Sam noticed Jax checking her out. He shook his head, but couldn't help looking either, which made Jax smirk at him. He flipped him off, turning back to his drink as Brianna eased back into her seat with her drink, and turned to him again.
On the other side of the bar, Dean was still smarting over the fight with Ariel. He was more annoyed with himself than anything else at the moment. He kept picturing her, standing toe to toe with him, matching him word for word. He was not used to women doing that with him. They usually went out of their way to make him happy, and he found that he liked the dynamic of having a conversation (Argument) with someone who wouldn't agree with him just to agree. But at the same time, she royally pissed him off. She said a lot of shit about him that he knew was true, but he had never had anyone say it so frankly, and the only people who even had the balls to say it were Sam and Jax. No one else dared to piss him off because of who his father and brother were. Sam was Vice President, after all. Ariel was in her dorm room, having changed into her workout clothes (Black mini shorts and black sports bra) and wrapped her hands, was punching away at the punching bag. She really needed to work off her anger in a productive way.
Punching Dean had felt amazing, but it wasn't a smart move. She knew no one would hold it against her, but she just didn't want the memory of it. She wasn't usually a violent person, but he just brought it out in her. It took almost nothing from him to piss her off, and the thing that annoyed her the most was the fact that Bri's words were ringing in her head from when they were sitting at the bar. "If someone can bring out a reaction in you that you don't usually have, good or bad, that might take some looking into. You've always said you felt too calm, too reserved. Maybe this could be your chance to let loose. Don't run from it cause it scares you, Ri. Embrace it because it scares you. Fear is a good thing." She punched the bag harder knowing that she was right. She tended to run from anything new that could provoke reactions in her that she didn't like. Dean Winchester was at the top of that list. He just made her so unbelievably mad, and she didn't like the feeling. She knew she shouldn't have let him get to her so badly, but he just wormed his way under her skin, and she didn't know how to change that.
She took a break when she realized that she was out of breath, and decided to stop before she hurt herself. She walked towards her bathroom, pulling her headphones out on the way, and then realized someone was knocking on her door. She walked to it, but hesitated with her hand on the handle. She didn't really want company, so she was unsure as to whether she should open it. She decided against it, and the person on the other side of the door got the hint and left. She got in the shower, still stewing over Dean and his attitude, but letting the hot water run over her relaxed her, and she felt her anger leave her.
Dean decided he was going to go to bed, and walked to the back of the dorm. He paused in front of Ariel's door, but decided not to try and talk to her. They would probably just end up screaming at each other, and he had enough injuries from that hellion today. So he kept walking, deciding to get in the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror, and checked out his eye. Black and blue already, which meant it would just get worse over the next two days. He wanted to be mad at her, but he knew he deserved it. That last comment to her had been uncalled for, and he was actually glad she had hit him, or he may have done something stupid, like kiss her. He didn't need to be a mind reader to know that Brianna was obviously mistaken. She didn't want anything to do with him, and he knew it was his fault. So, from now on, he would just have to give her space, and not try to interact with her.
The next morning, Ariel was the first out, wondering what had happened to Bri the night before. She felt horrible for basically abandoning her, but she knew her best friend, and she knew that she found somewhere to sleep. Sure enough, halfway through breakfast, she came strolling out in-Sam's shirt? She cocked an eyebrow at her, and Brianna laughed, shaking her head. "No, no. Nothing happened. I just didn't want to go all the way to my hotel last night, so Sam lent me a shirt and directed me to an empty dorm room. This actually isn't so bad." After clarifying, she noticed that Ariel was cooking, which meant she was trying to unwind. Brianna picked up the pancake mix, and started helping. "Still wound up over Dean from last night?" Ariel sighed, turning to flip the bacon. "I actually don't think so. I'm just tired of being mad. If it's not Dean, it's somebody else. I just, hate being angry, and it feels like lately, that's all I am." She finally turned to completely face her, and noticed that they were basically in the same outfit. Sam's shirt, and a pair of shorts. "I don't know, Bri Bri. I'm just, exhausted, I guess. Yesterday was a long day, and I think I just don't want to think about it anymore. I just want to move past it. Okay?" Brianna nodded, and they settled into a rhythm, cooking so much food that eventually the partygoers started wandering out. Brianna couldn't help but laugh at how Ariel mother hen-d each one of them. The hungover ones got coffee, Advil, and a heaping pile of food, which Bri had to notice, they were ALL hungover.
When Sam came out of his room, he pulled Ariel aside and they talked for a couple minutes before Ariel hugged him close. Brianna didn't understand why nothing had ever happened between those two, and she filed it away for later conversation. "If I ask for a plate of food, are you going to hit me too?" She jumped out of her skin and whirled around to face Dean. She barely held in a gasp at the sight of his face. His eye was basically swollen shut, and it was black, blue, and yellow. She sighed. "I should feel bad for you, but since it was of your own doing, I can't. There are eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, coffee and Advil if you need it. Also orange juice and milk." Dean's eyes widened when heard the spread. "Holy shit. That's more food than I've seen in a long time." Brianna smirked. "Welcome to having Ariel and I in residence. We cook. It's how we unwind." She didn't think it was possible, but his eyes got wider. "You two made all this?" Brianna nodded. She handed him a plate with some of everything at his request. Dean made his way over to the table to eat.
Ariel stood on a chair, and hit a pot with a wooden spoon, laughing at the groans that sounded through the room at the loud noise. "I'm making dinner tonight everyone, but you know the drill! Nobody gets to eat until this place is sparkling, and since we don't have any prospects to do it for us, y'all better hurry up!" Dean laughed at how the guys who were done eating jumped up to start cleaning up the remnants of the party. He couldn't help but notice that Ariel still managed to look good in a button down shirt and shorts, with messy hair and no makeup. Brianna was standing next to her best friend, and they were both laughing, with Ariel leaning on Bri so she didn't fall off the chair. Dean smiled at the picture they made, and decided at that moment that he was going to get her to forgive him, if it was the last thing he did.
