little_box_of_horrors | I kissed a girl and I liked it.

I kissed a girl and I liked it.

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[ Ashe steps out onto the front porch of her small county house, taking in a deep breath of the warm, desert air. It feels so good to be free from the shackles of her illness. After two and a half weeks of pain, misery and recuperating, she wanted to go out and do something that wasn’t lying in bed or being limited to the rooms in her house. Symmetra was leaving within the next day or two and she also felt the need to express her gratitude.

Because… yanno. Ashe wasn’t a pleasant person when she was sick and she knew that all too well. Not that they hadn’t reached an understanding and gotten through that initial unpleasantness, but still.

The day before, she’d suggested that they go into town in the evening for a girl’s night out. Ashe never really had a lot of girl friends in the past and had silently always wondered what it’d be like. She assumed it was a lot different than the loud and rowdy times she had with her boys; which was fine and dandy enough, but sometimes? Getting dressed up just for the sake of it (and maybe for the sake of turning a few heads) sounded like a much better time to her. A different thrill from the bar fights, gambling and alcohol induced shenanigans.

Waiting for the other woman to finish getting ready, she drops her purse on the first step and then turns to take a seat on the porch swing, settling against the back and looking out at the quiet desert before her. She smooths out the soft fabric of the yellow dress she wore and then reaches to adjust the light brown fringe that exposed her shoulders and hung just low enough for a tasteful amount of cleavage. Her normally straight hair held soft curls that framed her face, the longer side lightly bouncing over her shoulder as the breeze blew through the porch. The belt that hugs her slim waist is the same light brown as the fringe, the buckle in the shape of a flower and adorned with turquoise stones. She’d chosen some strappy sandals instead of heels; being that she was still in the process of recovering, she hadn’t wanted to push herself too much. Plus, it was such a nice day for a light and flowy garment. Hell, it was the first time she’d worn a dress in a long while.

Leaning her head back, she closes her eyes, content to enjoy the wind on her face and the calm silence that only someone who lives out in the middle of absolute nowhere could grow accustomed to. ]

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[ It’s such a pretty day and it would have been so easy to curl up on the swing and take a nap. Maybe that’s something she’d do in the days to come; enjoy being outside after she’d missed it a little too much. After she got caught up on her own tasks and made sure the boys hadn’t burned down the hideout, that is. B.O.B. also needed some system upgrades, Bars needed minor repairs and Zeke probably had a large list of complaints that he'd be all to ready to fill her in on the moment she hit the door. But, one thing at a time.

Thoughts like those drifting with the wind, Ashe doesn’t quite hear Symmetra when she comes through the door, but her voice pulls her back to reality. It's only then that she realizes that she'd actually dozed off on the swing. Sitting up straighter, her eyes flutter open as she hums questioningly. It takes her a moment to process what she’d been asked. She stretches her arms out in front of her, trying to will that sleepiness away. ]

There's a nice little restaurant in town called Desert Star. One of my favorite places to treat myself, so I made us reservations.

[ Turning her head, her eyes finally fall upon the other woman and... well. She's not entirely sure what she'd been expecting in terms of what Symmetra would wear, but...

Wow.

A look of genuine surprise colors her expression. Oh, yes. Girl's night out is going to be fun. ]

That's a fancy outfit you’ve got there. You look absolutely stunnin', sugar.

[ Stunning, yes. And fierce? But in a really good way. Actually, it's all she can do not to stare and admire just how clean pressed and well put together she is. In fact, she feels a little under dressed in comparison, but no matter; she's still all too pleased with her own selection for the evening.

Tearing her gaze away and hops up from the swing, the light fabric of her dress rippling around her legs with the breeze as she steps over to pick up her purse from the porch step. She's quick to descend the steps, looking more lively that she has in days. She glances back over her shoulder and motions with her head over toward an older model of pickup truck near the right side of the house. ]

Come on. [ She winks at her. ] Let's go turn some heads and have some fun.

Edited (I swear I can English. Ugh. ><) 2019-04-07 20:50 (UTC)

[Oh, Ashe drifted off as she waited. Did she really take that long to get ready? Or does this mean Ashe still feels exhausted, even after her health has improved significantly? Symmetra can’t help but wonder if she really is feeling well enough to head out like this, and she is about to gently poke her shoulder to bring her back to consciousness when Ashe wakes up and answers her question.

If it’s one of Ashe’s favorite places, then she assumes it must be good; Ashe does seem to have good taste, judging from what she knows of her so far. She nods in acknowledgment of such a choice, but then the other woman finally looks at her and her reaction is… well, quite different from what she was expecting. Symmetra blinks, surprised herself that Ashe reacted in such a way and/i> complimented her so strongly, and she can feel her cheeks heating up slightly in response. Oh no, did she overdo it? She always dresses this fancy when she goes out for dinner, so she didn’t think too much of it. Perhaps she should have tried to tone it down…?]

Oh. Thank you. [She wants to avert her eyes and play with a strand of hair, or just shift from one foot to the other-- anything to make this nervousness go away. She isn’t used to this feeling; is it the price to pay for having her first girl’s night out ever? Suddenly, she remembers that most people reply to a compliment like this with another compliment of their own, so she does exactly that.] You look very beautiful, yourself.

[Right, moving on; they have things to do and places to be. Ashe seems to remember it as well, given how she gets up from the swing and makes her way down the steps.]

Define ‘fun’, [she teases as she follows the other woman to the pickup truck, but there’s a hint of truth to her words: she has been a workaholic ever since Vishkar took her in, so her definition of fun is a little skewed. Still, she is willing to expand her experiences, at least for the time being.]

[ The answer to that is yes. Ashe is still a little weak and tired from her illness, but it isn’t enough to inhibit her from going out for the evening. In fact, it’s probably better that she gets up and moves about more to get herself back on track. At least the dust in the air no longer triggers a violent coughing fit.

She smirks when Symmetra compliments her. She knows she looks good, okay? And the fact that she feels good just adds to it. Still, she regards her with a playful side eye, a little more of a swagger in her step as she walks over to the driver’s side door. ]

Thank you.

[ At Symmetra’s teasing remark, Ashe pauses after she opens the door, pressing one finger to her lips briefly and shaking her head. No, ma'am. That is a secret. ]

I’ll define fun for you all in good time, but you best believe I ain’t gonna spoil the plans I have for us now.

[ She tosses her purse into the bed of the truck and then climbs in, pulling the door shut behind her. She slides the key into the ignition, giving it a couple of seconds to get going. Funny. This isn’t a hover car. It’s got wheels. The engine’s a little noisier than cars these days, but it seems to be in decent repair, all things considered. Pulling the seatbelt across her, she snaps it into place and then reaches to turn on the radio. Of course it's a country station. Why wouldn't it be? ]

Buckle up, darlin'. It's a bumpy ride and I don't drive slow.

[She doesn’t know just how tired Ashe is, or if she even feels tired at all, but she doesn’t look like it: in fact, the other woman looks almost energetic, and Symmetra can’t help but smile at how excitedly she is behaving. Such a drastic change from the moment they met, weeks ago.]

I don’t see why not. I will enjoy them all the same, you know.

[Well, she probably will, but she really can’t say anything until she finds out just what Ashe has planned for them. Regardless, knowing what is going to happen beforehand has never taken the joy out of doing things; not for her, at least.

She climbs into the passenger seat, fervently ignoring how dusty and old the vehicle is, and realizes that she has never been in a wheeled vehicle before. Is it safe? Does Ashe even know how to drive it? Why haven’t all of these vehicles been recalled for safety concerns? Why on earth is the radio playing a song about horses? And what exactly does Ashe mean by that?]

I could create a new vehicle for you, if you want, and we could avoid using something that belongs in a museum.

[She snaps her seatbelt into place. Symmetra isn’t concerned for her own safety, of course not. Well, she kind of is-- she has her whole life ahead of her, after all, and she would rather not die before her time, and certainly not in a car crash-- but she tries to be a little less obvious about it.]

Hey. There ain’t a thing wrong with my truck. The boys got her fixed up and refurbished and she runs like a dream.

[ Still in park, she pumps the gas and the engine revs, the back wheels spinning and kicking up dust and dirt behind them in a large plume that scatters and dissipates. She can’t help but smirk; she loves the sound that these old engines make. ]

While your offer is awful temptin’, I haven’t had a reason to drive anything other than my bike for a while now. This is long overdue. [ She shifts the gear to drive and the truck starts forward; she pulls out of the yard to a small unpaved path. ] Don’t you worry, though. We’ll be just fine.

[ She says that with the most mischievous look on her face. Once they get a little further from the house, she steps on the gas and they lurch forward, beginning to pick up speed. The road isn't exactly smooth and level either; especially since the wheels aren't hovering above the ground.

They're also coming upon a larger bump in the road. So, Symmetra. How much are you questioning your life choices? ]

[She runs like a nightmare, Symmetra mumbles in Hindi, glancing at the rearview mirror just in time to see the cloud of dust forming behind them. She doesn’t see the appeal in risking her life just for the potentially hazardous increase of adrenaline running through her system, and she certainly fails to see how something so dirty and loud would ever be attractive. That is why, when Ashe speaks again, she turns her head slightly to give her a look, incredulous and murderous all at once.

Forget not being obvious about how much she dislikes this: she looks like she is internally screaming, and Ashe’s mischievous look does not help matters.]

This does not qualify under the definition of ‘fine’. There is nothing ‘fine’ about being unsure of your own safety, and there is nothing ‘fine’ about--

[She sees the large bump up ahead, and barely has the time to say oh no before the truck drives over it, making them jump in their seats from the sudden impact and drawing a surprised-- and frankly terrified-- sound out of Symmetra. She clings to her seat, not giving a damn if her mechanical arm accidentally claws a hole into the upholstery, and speaks her next words a little too quickly, nervousness obvious in her tone of voice.]

We should have made plans to stay in. If you had told me we would be using a primitive vehicle such as this one, I would have politely declined your offer. This experience is a frightening one.

[ And, of course, driving at a high speed over that bump just gets a laugh out of Ashe as she keeps on driving with absolutely no intentions of slowing down. Unfortunately, the terrified noise Symmetra makes and her overall reaction doesn’t garner any sympathy; just amusement, and her laughter only grows. ]

Stay in? Puh-lease. Come on, now, Satya. Lighten up and live a little! Besides, if somethin' don't scare you, it ain't worth doin'.

[ Great motto, even though it doesn't always account for safety. This activity that she’s dragged Symmetra into is absolutely not safe at all. Trucks aren’t nearly as aerodynamic as cars; older trucks especially. One wrong turn could send it on its side or flip it over. However, Ashe is clearly not the slightest bit worried about that.

She sails over another bump in the road, the truck landing hard on the ground as it hits it, wheels spinning in the dirt, kicking up another large cloud before they gain enough traction to move forward again. And, of course, Ashe is just having the best time.

Rest in peace, Symmetra. ]

[Symmetra doesn’t know what Ashe finds so joyful: the absolute danger of driving so recklessly, her reaction, or both. What she does know is that she really doesn’t like this at all, and if looks could kill, Ashe would have been quite dead by now.]

I need to be alive in order to live, and you are currently trying to kill us both. Are you out of your mind?

[Although she doesn’t know wheeled vehicles as well as she knows her hover cars, Satya knows enough to calculate the probability of a deadly (and/or severely crippling) car crash in an old pick-up truck being driven by a crazy woman through an unpaved path that cannot even be called a road. When Ashe drives over yet another bump in the road-- is she doing it on purpose? Surely she could have avoided driving right over it?-- the sudden movement sends her forward even though she’s using a seatbelt, and she reaches out with her mechanical arm for stability, her hand hitting the dash with a loud noise. Her hair falls forward, obscuring most of her face from view.]

Ashe, [she says as a warning, but there is something strange about her voice, something a lot like panic. Between the loud noises of the truck, the sheer danger of what is happening, and her absolute lack of control over their current situation, Satya is well on her way to being truly overwhelmed and absolutely terrified. It’s a good thing that she is now half-hiding behind her hair; she would hate for Ashe-- or anyone else-- to see her like this. Her hand tightens into a fist against the dash.] I swear to every Deva and Devi in existence that I will bring this vehicle to a halt if you do not slow down this instant. I mean it.

[ Having caught that glare from Symmetra out of the corner of her eye, Ashe was just about to brush her off again when the tone of her voice suddenly changes. She hears her name and that undertone of panic behind it. The way the other woman hits the dashboard with her mechanical arm and then stays there without moving. She can't see her face, but maybe she doesn't want to.

She actually sounds terrified. Huh. She doesn't really understand why. Yeah, it's a little dangerous, but it's all in good fun. She's done it plenty of times, after all.

Well then.

Her smile fading, Ashe does wind up picking her foot up off the gas, lightly pressing the break to bring the truck to a far slower pace. ]

Hey, hey... Relax. We're fine. Calm down, now. [ The absolute worst thing to say to someone who's panicking, but- She huffs ~~even though she feels a little bad.~~ ] I'll keep it below 45...

Edited 2019-04-12 06:07 (UTC)

[Satya focuses on the mechanics of using her skills to bring the pick-up truck to a halt as a coping mechanism, a strategy to keep the impending sensory overload at bay. It isn’t very effective, and her breathing is already getting faster by the time she feels the vehicle slow down a little. Calm down, Ashe says, and it is the worst thing to say to someone who is panicking or close to it: Satya’s reply is barely audible, breathed out through gritted teeth as it is.]

I am calm.

[She remains frozen in place for a moment longer, until she is absolutely certain that Ashe won’t speed up again. It is only then that her body loses some of its tension, and Satya slowly-- cautiously-- leans back against the seat, letting out a shaky exhale as she does so. She doesn’t glance at the other woman out of the corner of her eye, or even try to communicate in other ways: she turns slightly towards the window, propping her elbow against the passenger door and leaning her chin against her hand, not caring one bit if her posture seems defensive. Her mechanical hand moves to her lap, and she leans it subtly against her stomach, to help her focus on her breathing.

After what seems like hours have passed, but cannot have been more than a couple of minutes, Satya realizes that she should probably say something. She doesn’t owe her an apology for reacting the way she did-- if anything, Ashe owes her an apology for being so inconsiderate-- but perhaps she can give her an explanation; if anything, it may help prevent similar situations from happening in the future.]

Loud noises and speeding vehicles make me deeply uncomfortable.

[The accurate explanation would be I am on the autism spectrum, I have sensory processing difficulties and I do not know how to handle situations which I can’t control, but she doesn’t want to talk about it after coming down from being overwhelmed. It’s not that she’s embarrassed or even ashamed, because she isn’t-- she is proud of being different, because she can do things no one else can-- but she doesn’t want to have that conversation right now.]

[ Woah, woah. That was a breath that was far too shaky to be brushing off just a little bit of panic. She’s really terrified, isn’t she? She still doesn’t understand why, but maybe it triggered something? That was a thing that happened, right? Maybe she has anxiety or…

… Yeah. Ashe is no doctor, nor does she have any psychiatric or medical know-how apart from the minimum. All she knows that is Symmetra was deeply bothered by that little stunt and that had not been the intention. Not entirely, anyway. She’d figured that she would have let up after a while and at least tolerated it.

Boy, had she been wrong.

Casting a few side glances over at the other woman as she turned toward the passengers door, she’s just about to say something when Symmetra finally speaks. She releases a soft breath in the form of a humorless chuckle. ]

Yeah. No kiddin’.

[ Her foot moves to the break and she slows the car until it stops. She pulls the gear into park and sits back in her seat, turning her head to fully look at Symmetra. ]

Didn’t mean to scare you. Well… not like that.

[ Her hand falls from the wheel and she leans forward a bit to turn up the air conditioning; the old truck heat up pretty quickly in the sun, which probably wouldn’t help matters. She also reaches to turn down the radio. ]

You gonna be alright?

[Ashe doesn’t know the truth yet, and if it depends on Satya, it will be a long time before she knows just why she reacted the way she did; if she ever knows at all, that is. Ashe hadn’t just been wrong when she thought Satya would come to tolerate her little challenge: she was unknowingly playing a game that would make her new friend have a meltdown and close herself off.

She doesn’t look in Ashe’s direction when she first speaks. In fact, she has no intention of making eye contact with the other woman until they get to where they’re supposed to go-- partly because she didn’t like what Ashe did, and partly so that she can focus on returning to a more normal state of mind-- but then the other woman brings the truck to a halt in the middle of the road, and that makes her blink in surprise. Although her body remains slightly turned towards the passenger door, she turns her head to look at Ashe, frowning. Just what is that supposed to mean?]

Then how did you mean to scare me?

[Fear is fear, and if Ashe wanted to scare her, then she wanted her to fear something; is that not how this goes? Satya has never understood the point in scaring someone, not unless they have consented to it beforehand. She watches as the other woman turns up the air conditioning and turns down the radio, welcoming a lower temperature.]

Yes. I already feel significantly better.

[ Ashe’s attention flickers back over to Satya. Meeting her gaze, her eyes are searching and calculating as she takes note of her posture and her expression. The outlaw wasn’t blind; she can see now what she did was really not okay.

Evening without her meaning for it to, her gaze softens a touch as she turns her head to look forward again. The more she realizes just how badly she scared the other woman, the worse she feels. Not the best start to a fun night out. ]

Well. It was supposed to be more of a thrill, and less of a scare.

[ She absently runs her hands along the bottom curve of the wheel. Huh. She rarely feels the need to apologize and doesn't do it often. It's... funny how something so trivial can be so difficult? Yet, she feels that it's absolutely necessary.

Sigh. ]

I’m sorry.

[Well, that explains a lot. Satya blinks when Ashe answers her question, realizing just now what Ashe was trying to make her feel. Indeed, a thrill and a scare are quite different: although both of those experiences depend on adrenaline for their desired effect, the goal isn't quite the same. Knowing that the other woman meant for her to feel a sort of thrill instead of fear makes her feel a little better.]

Oh. I understand now.

[She does, actually. That means that Ashe wanted her to feel good, in a way-- that is why people seek such kind of thrills in the first place, isn't it? It's not that Satya is unfamiliar with the concept, she just doesn't feel the desired effect under the specific circumstances that Ashe wanted her to-- and not that she wanted her to feel bad, and that makes all the difference.

Her apology is just as welcome as her explanation, and Satya finally moves so that she is leaning back against the passenger seat, instead of half-leaning against the door. She glances at the other woman out of the corner of her eye.]

Thank you. For your apology, and for modifying your behavior in order to accommodate my needs. [She brings her hands together, forming small shapes out of hard-light in the same way that someone would play nervously with a strand of hair.] Not many people have done that.

[ At least Satya seems to be calming down. Again, she hadn’t at all meant to stir up such a strong reaction out of her. So maybe her little hobby of jumping those little hills and bumps in the road will be all her own. And, well… her boys never usually minded accompanying her; with or without the copious consumption of alcohol.

Because that was safe.

Satya’s witchcraft draws Ashe’s attention back toward her, a curious glint to her expression as she watches her. Her words throw her off a bit; it’s one thing for someone like her not to apologize, but for others? That’s kind of strange, isn’t it? Her entire wording also raises some questions. ]

How come? Seems like it’d be common courtesy.

[ She watches Satya's hands for a second longer before facing forward and placing the truck back into drive. The speed only reaches about 35. They have some time to spare. No need to rush and cause Satya more grief. While it’s still a pretty bumpy ride, she does her best to avoid the larger dips and bumps in the road. ]

[Ashe’s impression is correct: Satya is much calmer, now that the unwanted stimuli have been removed from the equation. She is no longer tense, and she no longer feels on edge; there is only a little bit of nervousness left, and even that is slowly fading away.

Now that Ashe is being careful about her driving-- and being just as careful to avoid most bumps in the road, she can tell-- Symmetra can finally focus on their surroundings without being on alert. So she stops playing with hard-light and makes herself comfortable against the seat, pondering what to say in reply to her friend’s question. The answer is more complex and private than she would like, but she makes an effort to reply all the same.]

Common courtesy does not apply when you grow up in a highly competitive environment.

[There’s a hint of bitterness to her voice, hinting at many things she isn’t going to mention, not right now. Being rescued from the chaos of extreme poverty only to experience isolation. Being made fun of for her background. Having her sensory problems found out by her classmates, who all but weaponized it against her in their attempts to bring her down, until their tutors found out and did their best to forbid such disruptive behavior.

They failed: Satya Vaswani never broke. She withdrew into her own shell and she got stronger, better, until her skills shone above everyone else’s. No one got close enough to hurt her, no one was ever allowed inside her personal space, no one ever saw how lonely she truly was.

No one but her.]

When you are better than everyone else, someone will always try to find a weakness, and they will exploit it as much as they can get away with. Mine was… more visible than I would have liked.

[ Ashe arches an eyebrow, keeping her eyes on the road in front of her. ]

Better than everyone else, huh? [ A smirk tugs at one corner of her mouth. ] I really like the way you think. Don’t see that brand of confidence too often.

[ She turns the wheel, pulling onto a paved road; it’s still a little bumpy, but a lot smoother than the gravel and dirt they’d been on moments before. There’s a little bit more traffic the closer they get to town; though it’s all hover vehicles. The drivers do tend to give Ashe and Satya strange looks as they pass them.

Her truck is very old. ]

So what’d you do? You ever get back at 'em for all the grief they caused you?

[ Because fighting is always the solution. Ashe. ]

[For the first time since Satya started to feel overwhelmed, her lips curl into a little smile, and she lets out a quiet huff of amusement. Most people think she is arrogant and/or full of herself when she speaks so honestly about her own abilities, but Ashe is different: she likes it, and makes sure her friend knows it. She’s… glad.]

I am simply aware of my own skills. It would be illogical of me not to feel confident.

[As they drive onto a paved road, Satya can’t help looking longingly at the hover vehicles that drive past them, wishing they could be riding one of those instead. Alas, there is no sense in wishing for things that can’t happen right now.]

Of course I did. I humiliated them by always having better grades, by building better projects, and by achieving results they could only ever dream of. Their names have all but been erased from Vishkar history, while I have become one of the company's top architechs in the entire world.

[She is fiercely proud of her career, and it shows in her voice, in the quiet strength behind her words. That is not the kind of fighting Ashe meant, but Satya didn’t even interpret her words as such; besides, she knows that her success is a far greater revenge than physical violence would have been.]

Edited 2019-04-20 15:51 (UTC)

[ Hey. As far as Ashe is concerned, a little bit of arrogance isn't too bad. Especially when you've got everything to show for it. A quiet chuckle escapes her, but she doesn't say anything more, but instead listens to Satya as she speaks. ]

How 'bout that. Keepin' it classy.

[ Not that she’d expect anything less from Satya. She stops at a light, taking note of the people who walked the sidewalks in the small town. The restaurant can be seen at the end of the road. ]

Could'a knocked some teeth out while you were at it, though. Sounds like they sure deserved it.

[ Not that she can really talk about bullying. She'd been an absolute terror growing up, from insulting her teachers to physically dominating her classmates (mostly boys). Discipline did little to stop her; her parents didn't know how, nor did they take the time to handle her and B.O.B., well... he was an Omnic not terribly well-versed in child rearing.

B.O.B. did his best. ]

[That makes Satya arch an eyebrow in amusement. Of course she keeps it classy; if she can’t do things elegantly and gracefully, then why do them at all?]

Naturally. Why wouldn’t I?

[Ashe isn’t the only one doing her share of people watching: Satya observes their surroundings, taking in every detail from the architecture of the town itself, to its inhabitants, to the restaurant by the end of the road. It’s… definitely very different from what she is used to. She isn’t quite sure if she likes it yet.

At the mention of physical violence, she looks at Ashe with a slight frown, wrinkling her nose at such a suggestion. She really couldn’t have opted for something so violent, even if she had wanted to; she’s sure she would have been kicked out of the architech academy in no time, regardless of her good grades.]

I do not resort to physical violence unless I have to. Besides, the emotional trauma caused by knowing they will always be inferior to the girl they bullied is more long-lasting than the momentary pain of having their teeth severely damaged.

[ Ashe chuckles at Satya's response, stopping the truck once they pull up into the parking lot. She sits back against the seat for a moment, turning her head to glance over at Satya. ]

We're 'bout as different as different can be, aren't we?

[ She gives her a wink before opening the door and hopping down from the seat. ]

The trick with physical violence, is you've gotta be able to scare 'em too. So that they remember it and have the scars to prove it. Your way ain't too bad, though. I'll give you that.

[ She shuts the door, reaches into the bed of the truck to grab her purse. Slinging the strap over her shoulder, she rounds the truck to walk over to the entrance of the restaurant, pausing to open the door for Satya. ]

After you. Let's have ourselves a nice evenin', hm?

Edited (HURRHURR :B) 2019-04-28 02:33 (UTC)

[At Ashe’s question, her expression changes from a frown to a curious look. She supposes they are different, but then again Satya is different from most people, so of course they would be different from each other by default.]

I suppose we are, yes.

[And then the other woman has to go and say that, and Satya wrinkles her nose once again, quite obviously displeased that they should be discussing the benefits of physical violence in the first place. Violence is an unfortunate means to an end, yes, but it should not be glorified or even celebrated.]

That sounds remarkably like torture, which I do hope you are not referring to.

[What a lovely way to start off a girls’ night out. Satya isn’t a specialist on socializing and making new friends, but even she knows enough to deduce that prospective friends do not discuss the mechanics of physical versus emotional violence while getting to know each other better. Do they?

Pushing the thought aside, she gets down from her seat and shuts the door behind her as well, following her friend to the restaurant and getting inside when Ashe holds the door open for her.]

That is the main purpose of our little outing, yes.

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