Video games. It was almost like they were trying to pick things she couldn't do. She couldn't play on a home console, thumb sticks required a dexterity she simply didn't have anymore. Anything else would do, drinking on a street corner, hot wiring Blacklight Gang bikes, could even play some B-ball. She didn't fancy her chances against Ves but Caitlyn could still dunk on her till she learnt the rules weren't really the rules. Video games would win if put to the vote so she smiled and nodded, just to make things go more smoothly. 



Bug continued to attack the internal surface of the bin, thumping it for every scrap of edible substance in there. Caitlyn honestly should have seen it coming, she'd spent a lot of time she'd usually be dumpster diving here training, a double whammy of calorie loss. She strayed to close to the bin while trying to be a civil human being and he'd latched on. It was useless straining against him, it would only slow him down and he'd be done soon anyway. Bug was done sooner than Caitlyn thought, no sooner had the smell of cheap Mexican hit her nose, Bug relinquished his grip on the trashcan, now almost entirely void of organic substances.

[quote]“Midnight snacking time, boys and girls! El Sasquatcho has brought a bounty of Tacos and Churro Bites!” [/quote]

El Sasquatcho had laid a mountain of consumable items upon the kitchen table and Bug wanted all of it. Bug fired on all cylinders, flooding Caitlyn's blood stream with ghrelin, the hungry hormone. An all too familiar craving sensation built up and Caitlyn thought it about time to open negotiations.[i]

"We'll eat some of the mexican food, but we're doing it my way"

"Hͥu̻̺̼͎̬̯̒ͯ̽͒́n̉̓̔ĝr̸̲͖̜̯̂̽̿ͪ̚ͅȳͮ̆͛̿͡.̜̙͖̜͍̆̌.̵͎̗̎̽̌̈́̏ͤ.͆ͫͥ̅͏̗̫̝͍͙.̈҉̼̜̣̻̲̗"

"Yes, I know. Look you remember last time? The Irish didn't take kindly to your manners and neither will this lot."

"Hͥu̻̺̼͎̬̯̒ͯ̽͒́n̉̓̔ĝr̸̲͖̜̯̂̽̿ͪ̚ͅȳͮ̆͛̿͡.̜̙͖̜͍̆̌.̵͎̗̎̽̌̈́̏ͤ.͆ͫͥ̅͏̗̫̝͍͙.̈҉̼̜̣̻̲̗"

"Try to eat the food yourself and they'll be no more I swear"

"Hͥu̻̺̼͎̬̯̒ͯ̽͒́n̉̓̔ĝr̸̲͖̜̯̂̽̿ͪ̚ͅȳͮ̆͛̿͡.̜̙͖̜͍̆̌.̵͎̗̎̽̌̈́̏ͤ.͆ͫͥ̅͏̗̫̝͍͙.̈҉̼̜̣̻̲̗"

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Caitlyn hoped her inner monologue wasn't broadcast too much on her face, it was embarrassing enough she'd been carrying the bin and that she was about to demolish far more Mexican than a young lady should. 

The Mexican was good, really good, but that could have just been her hypothalamus talking. The temptation to compete with El Sasquatcho's tempo and vigor was strong, but Caitlyn's steely nerves and gang hardened will helped her keep composure, maybe another time when the competition was official. She caught El Sasquatcho eye and gave a strong nod; by it he would understand how impressed and grateful Caitlyn was for his generous meal. She didn't vocalise her pleasure for it wasn't in her nature, but her mouth was also full. 

Caitlyn was midway through inhaling a taco as politely as one could when El Sasquatcho interrupted himself and took off with a speed unusual for his size. The battle cries to come would strike fear into Huitzilopochtli himself. Caitlyn couldn't help but be paralyzed by the thought of a similar fate, she sat the taco down on the work surface she was perched on. The luchadore had started eating only moments before she did. She looked around the room, all eyes were transfixed on the door through which the guttural noises of an arena champion emanated. She wrapped her fingers round the edge of the work surface with one hand and slyly polished off the half-taco on the surface with the other. She was trapped, to leave for the bathrooms was to sacrifice all dignity but to stay was social suicide if worst came to worst. She had to wait till El Sasquatcho's cubicle battle royale to the death was not just over, but out of recent memory. That could be weeks. Caitlyn checked the clock, her time was running out. Maybe she was alright, it could have easily been something he'd bought specially for himself, no one else seemed to be suffering. No one else had eaten as much as them either. This was all Bug's fault, if it wasn't for his insatiable appetite she wouldn't be in this mess. And why does he get this much say anyway? This was her body, hes a tool to be used at her whim. The resulting embarrassment was going to weeks long of teasing, maybe even a career long, what if she couldn't shake it off. That'll do wonders for her reputation. Time had passed and nothing had changed but the ferocity and volume of El Sasquatcho's personal Pearl Harbor, Caitlyn was still a time bomb waiting to go off. [i]Bug I'll do anything if you'll help me out here, I'll feed you, I'll let you go mad in a dumpster 3 times a week if you just don't let this happen.[/i]


It was going to happen. It was going to be embarrassing regardless of what she did, she'd made her choices and she was ready for the consequences. Caitlyn accepted the fate and made peace with the Gastro Gods that had woven it for her. 

El Sasquatcho reentered the room and saw fit to pretend nothing had occurred, Caitlyn too returned to picking at chips. A little longer and she could escape, unjudged by her peers. But it was her colleges that betrayed her, there expressions told Sasquatcho everything.

[quote]“It fought bravely. You would give it proper honor to wait twenty minutes before entering the room.” [/quote]

[i]Nooooooo! Why? We could have all pretended, returned to the previous conversation and Caitlyn would be out scot free. Oh God, now the awkwardness would linger further.[/i]

[quote]"For the love of God, don't talk about it! I'm still eating"[/quote]

[i]Nooooooo! For the love of all that is holy don't even mention it![/i] Then she felt it. The movement of air in her digestive system. The relaxation of gastrointestinal muscles. The build up. Doom cometh, pray that it be a merciful and swift death.

Caitlyn let out a short stifled [hider]burp[/hider]

[quote]“Sooo… you guys talk about where you wanted to go while I was away?”[/quote]

"The arcade, Ves wants to see some of the glory of the modern era." Caitlyn remarked as she cleaned her face with a paper serviette. Crisis averted, for now.