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[i]Splaat![/i]

Zarai stood there, just a few ways off the growing group, with her once pristine white blouse now covered in frosting and cupcake. She had been cheering on some of the people fighting in the ring but had decided to return to the bar for another "Fever Dream" drink but was stopped by a flying pastry. It hit her on the face, the delicious frosting sliding down to her cheek, down her neck, and into her blouse. She didn't know if it had been the fact her shirt was ruined, or if some of the delicious pastry now called her boobs a home, or if the heated fight in the ring had rubbed off on her, but she was fuming. 

[color=95AA71]"Who. The. FUCK threw that cupcake?!"[/color] Her head immediately snapped towards the source of the pastry, eyes glaring at every single head in that group. She approached them with the cupcake still resting peacefully on top of her chest. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the only one screaming and writhing around the table, trying to fight himself. [color=95AA71]"Who threw the cupcake?"[/color] She narrowed her eyes at the group until she finally saw the cupcakes on the floor. The same frosting and stupid colors that were now staining her clothes lay on the floor under the masked blonde. 

[color=95AA71]"You."[/color] Zarai pointed at the man calling himself [i]estupido[/i]; she would agree with that. Although, [i]pendejo[/i] would be a more suited term. With one hand, she forced the man onto his feet, unable to recognize the familiar voice and the cowlick that seemed to defy gravity. 

[color=95AA71][i]"Que? Te quieres estar pegando como un estupido? Por que no te ayudo?"[/i][/color] Zarai grabbed the cupcake still splattered on her and rubbed it against the man's mask, neck, and clothes. [color=95AA71]"Maldito imbecil."[/color] She pulled back with a laugh, eyes staying on the blonde, and although she had gotten even with the cupcake, there was still something in her that burned. 

She had to release it. To just let it all go. Her hand twitched, but Zarai just kept staring at the man in front of her, now covered in the same breadcrumbs and frosting as her. Looking at him just made her angrier than before. How did his stupid hair keep going up? Why were there even pastries at this party?! Why was she so angry? Why did Zarai think it was a good idea to bring uncomfortable shoes to a place like this? 

[color=95AA71]"You. Me. The ring. Now."[/color] Zarai finally said but didn't wait for a response. She grabbed the front of his shit, ignoring the frosting, and began to pull him towards the ring and away from the group.


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