Whirlwind didn't reply to Crystal's rough statements. He stood there, silently. She was drunk, angry, and on the run from the law. This was basically the worst case scenario. "Right now Crystal, you need to take a [i]deep breath[/i]. Then you are going to put the bottle down and we are going to go find Waiola. I'm sure she's really freaked out right now, she might even be getting arrested as we speak." Whirlwind replied in a calm, sing-songy like fashion. 

"Do you want to make that a bet?" Waiola hissed back at Juliettee. Bluebird stood there, watching the silly girl make her threats. The korean woman scowled. How did Crystal stand this girl's annoying retorts? "I have no identity to protect, I shouldn't even be here-!" Before she finished, she felt a sharp, painful blow to her face. Before she knew what had happened, she was sprawled out on the ground, looking up at the sky.

"You need a f***'n timeout, Chickadee." Bluebird growled, her fist still out stretched and hovering in the spot where Waiola's face had been. She just falco-punched a pregnant rape victim. Well, she had done much worse. "Think about what you're doing, 'cause you certainly didn't think about it before when you and your f***buddy killed the frat boy bitch over there!" She yelled, gesturing in the direction she and Juliettee came.