>>19177207Colby Jefferson stands in the door to her old apartment, looking at her sister Carmody, dressed for who knows what reason in a white bikini.
Colby:
>"Umm, hey Carmody. Are you, uhh, about to go swimming or something?"Carmody steps forward with a tense, stern glare.
Carmody:
>"Turn around, Colby. Hands against the wall, legs spread. Or I drop you where you stand."Colby:
>"What!? Why should I..... ehh, fine."Colby's face heats up with shame and regret as she recalls drawing a pair of brass knuckles and taking a swing at Carmody. Carmody pats her down, and of course finds her pepper spray, metal spike, and brass knuckles. She extracts them from Colby's pockets and puts them in her own purse on an end table by the sofa.
Carmody:
>"There. Believe me, I'm sorry that was necessary."Now disarmed, Colby turns to Carmody and sighs.
Colby:
>"I didn't come here to fight you, Carmie."Carmody:
>"If the words 'plane ticket' or 'ride to the airport' or whatever come out of your mouth again, you can fuck off, Colby. You know I'm sticking around."Colby winces.
Colby:
>"Yeah, I know. And it's got me worried. Look, Priscilla's being nice to you right now, Carmody. She thinks you're interesting. And still thinks she can get you. But in a couple of days..... let's dispense with one thing right away, you're NOT winning the championship, but if you did? All hell'd break loose, and you'd have problems you can't even imagine. But instead, you'll tap out to Priscilla, and then you've got a choice to make: sign the contract and sell yourself to Priscilla; refuse and make an enemy out of her, and all the Divine Angels; or yeah, I'll say it again: go home and forget all this ever happened."Carmody rolls her eyes.
Carmody:
>"And you're here to 'protect' me by telling me to cut and run. Again. Colby, how many times do you need to hear 'no, I'm doing this!' before it sinks in?" 