"Yeah, later bitch."

There's no particular malice in it, just a kind of apathy, matching the tone and vibe of the farewell. Okay, we're not friends, got it, guess you're just the delivery girl then, see you whenever. 

By the time she's dragged herself out of the sluice, she's shrugging back into her jacket and pants, now mostly dry, and she's crunched down on peanut butter and it's way too late to sleep. So instead she pulls out her phone. No none of the Aristeia! players, she's got something more relaxed in mind. She sends a quick message to a few folks: "Yo, Creek, Lime, Tammy, come join me for beers and karaoke, I know you're up for it, my treat."

She may have lost, but there are some perks to being in the circuit, and being able to  go to a cheap hole karaoke place and book a private room that serves light beer is one of them. Venting is another. "Can you believe the nerve?" She asks Creek while Tammy is belting one out from across the room with a voice that belies her small frame. "She gets her ass handed to her on the same team as me, and then shows up with a care package to tell me to remember that we're not friends, and also that she didn't have to work too hard to kick my ass. Jesus fuck, what is that even about, right?"

Creek's a tall, buff, caring type of girl and offers a good listening ear, so Sammy continues after taking a big gulp of her beer. "And like, what's even in it for her then? No that's a stupid question, she's probably just psyching me out. More like, who the fuck gets to know Gata and everybody like her on a casual basis and is just like 'nah, whatever, I never spoke to her again.' Like, she meant something to me, you know? Ah well, least I [i]have friends[/i] and not just thirty 'colleagues.'"

She puts in another song to line up for after Lime finishes her quiet ballad, and also an order of chicken wings for good measure.