but life worth a try

Wednesday:No.

Enid:*whines*

Wednesday:No.

Enid:*whines*

Wednesday:No Enid,now stop asking or I'll turn you into a wolf rug!

Enid:*whines louder*

Wednesday:I SAID NO DAMN IT! STOP ASKING!

(5 minutes later)

Wednesday: 2 large pup cups please.

Enid:*whines happily with her tail wagging*

I feel a cough coming on, because I work in a drug store, and all of my customers are sick. I always feel a little bit sick, now. I can't afford to eat well enough to keep my body healthy. Cough medicine is worth two hours and 20 minutes of work. Our store probably bought a case of cough medicine for they price we're selling one box. If this cough gets worse, I might have to call out, which will cost me more than the medicine in the long run- but that doesn't give me the money to buy the medicine right now. I stock a case onto the shelf. I don't buy any.

A mom wrangling three crying, sick kids enters my line and sets two types of children's medicine down, says they're both on sale and thank god for that. I ring her up, and she gets very quiet, because she misread the sign, and her total is twice as high as she was expecting. Her youngest screams in the cart, because she's burning up with fever. Her mother very quietly asks, please, she's so sorry, if I could please take the more expensive one off her total.

I agree, I move the box below the counter, and when she's not looking, I slip it into her bag. I pray as hard as I can that if she notices the "mistake" she says nothing, because I so desperately want her to have that medicine. The store has lost profit at the cost of a child's health. I don't bat an eye. This is a terminable offense. If I'm presented with the same situation tonight, I'll do it in a heartbeat.

The myth of evil employees stealing from the company falls apart the second you realize the company would shoot you dead to make a profit. This isn't two equal players, one of whom is stealing from the other. This is someone fighting for survival versus someone fighting to make an extra million. It's not equal.

Because I just know that Wednesday will be like “fine, but I won’t enjoy it” only to be super into it, go completely overboard and already have all of Shakespeare memorised leading to her getting the lead role and the entire Addams family coming to watch.

Best case scenario Romeo and Juliet but Wednesday’s Romeo and Enid’s Juliet and Wednesday makes it 1000x more gruesome than it already is and is always changing the lines but while maintaining perfect Shakespearean English leaving whoever’s directing (preferably Bianca) to be like “you know what sure this might as well happen”

Their opening performance is at the end of the season and also during the final battle against whoever the current villain is and when it gets to the part at the end where Romeo stabs themselves to be with Juliet Wednesday gets stabbed for real backstage but just decides go with it and finish her performance before telling anyone.

Enid: Wednesday you were stabbed! Why didn’t you say anything?

“Ow! Lena, jeez, stop—”

Lena does not stop.

Kara’s yelped ow is essentially a reflex at this point, more of a dramatic declaration than anything resembling a real indicator of pain. Usually, it’s enough to incite a ceasefire. Not today.

“Quantum what, you said!” Lena is advancing on her with a rolled-up magazine in her hand and fire in her eyes. The furious set of her features wrests Kara backwards, her hands up in surrender. The backs of her knees hit the couch and she floats herself over it on autopilot, still eyeing Lena’s makeshift weapon warily.

The new barrier doesn’t even give the younger woman pause; Lena clambers straight over the back of the couch as she corrals Kara toward the kitchen island.

“You sat there,” Lena growls, eyebrow arched to a lethal height, “and you batted your eyelashes and smiled your innocent, pretty little smile and you said quantum what? As if you haven’t been studying classical mechanics since before you were in diapers!”

“We didn’t have diapers on Krypton— ow! Okay, okay—” She ducks before Lena’s magazine baton can make contact again, darting around to the far side of the kitchen island. If she has to face Lena’s wrath, she’d rather do it with half a tonne of Calacatta marble that would be very expensive to replace as a makeshift buffer.

“I asked you about polyatomic anions and you stared at me like I’d started speaking Japanese!” Lena accuses, eyes narrowing as she brushes a rogue strand of hair back from her flushed face.

“I, uh. I actually speak Japanese.” Kara grimaces, face screwed up as she braces for the inevitable backlash. “Mōshiwakearimasen?”