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Nisha’s eyebrows jumped as Arabelle mentioned there being a break-in at the Vanburen house. She imagined if one of the richest families in the town got burgled then the whole damn police force would’ve gone to their house, but she didn’t recall hearing any sirens when she had waited. Plus, Ezra had sounded fairly calm for someone who had just been robbed. Was Arabelle pulling her leg? Nisha’s gutcheck was a firm no, but her gut wasn’t always on her side. She gave Arabelle a shrug and helped her with the bathroom door.

[color=lightgreen]“Wow, that’s pretty wild. Hopefully you gave that wannabe thug a little one-two”[/color]—Nisha gave the air in front of her a gut shot and an uppercut—[color=lightgreen]“in return. Sorry about your shoulder, though. I had that happen to me once—oh, not get it dislocated by a robber, just dislocated—and it hurt like a mother. Gyah. It was like three or four years ago. Funnily enough, it happened in a bathroom too, see I was...”[/color]

Nisha walked beside Arabelle as she led her through the somewhat crowded cafe, oversharing a story that a person normally wouldn’t tell a total stranger unless they were working on their fourth margarita after their third divorce. Midwestern mothers turned their heads as Nisha regaled an unfortunate Arabelle with gratuitous details regarding an on-the-clock bathroom tryst that was cut short when Nisha had slipped and fell on the bathroom floor thanks to the piss that was everywhere from some old drunk. The two woman exited the building and stepped out into the cool winter air to wait for the ambulance  as Nisha wrapped up, [color=lightgreen]“And so then what this idiot does is, this idiot picks me up off of the ground, see my dislocated shoulder, and decides to fix it by slamming me into the wall like in that one movie. The crazy thing is, it worked! So there I am with a totally fucked and then unfucked shoulder, almost in a complete blackout, smelling like a month old urinal cake, and he tries to go back in for some more— ”[/color]

A dangerous look flashed across Nisha’s face, [color=lightgreen]“You know what? We could just slam your shoulder back into place. Hospitals always ask too many questions and are so judgmental. Make it seem like it's your fault for breaking your ankle when you just barely miss the jump from your friend’s rooftop to their above-ground pool. How ab...”[/color]

Thankfully, Nisha’s words were drowned out by the sounds of the ambulance pulling up, giving Arabelle the opportunity to escape from what was quickly becoming a hostage situation as a somewhat disappointed Nisha flagged the EMTs over.