Red

Things weren’t the same for Tori either really. Not since that day at the bakery where there was going to be a desserts night together with someone she wanted to be friends with. And definitely not since leaving her past behind her. The girl really did have a problem with vulgarity and really that was an immediate turn off for Tori. She had been around so many men who had sworn at her and used vulgarity to keep her down.. She really wasn’t enjoying that at all. And she couldn’t see a need to in most casual situations. Sure there were times to swear, but they were not most times. 

It wasn’t so much the fact that Hayden meant to be rude so much as it was part of her nature.  Being a tomboy, spending most of her time around men had shaped her into a profanity-laden brazen woman that didn’t care to mince words or say anything less than what she meant.  She knew that most people either loved or hated her, there wasn’t exactly a middle ground, and it was something she was fine with.  The bright haired singer wasn’t exactly a people pleaser and she never would be.

The profanity shocked him completely he was embarrassed to note. His jaw dropped a little as his eyes raked over the slim female with the bright hair. Surely no colour ever found in nature. He didn’t like it. Or her. He scowled instantly, not warmed by her cheery tone or the quippy little attempt at humour. “A new arrival.” He paused and then continued, “And I would ask that you refrain from such language in my presence in future.”

“You can ask but I give no guarantees, hottie.  My three languages are English, some Spanglish, and fluent curse words.  Often. Not exactly one to color inside the lines here.”  The shock wasn’t unwarranted not unfamiliar to Hayden - most people typically didn’t seem to know quite what to do with her in the first place.  “Well welcome to fucking paradise.  Literally.”

“And contrary to what you might think, I am neither Glinda the Good Witch nor Elphaba the Wicked Witch of the West. I fancy myself more of a Nessarose, without the inability to walk.” Carissa chuckled softly as she approached the redheaded slave.

Not one for musicals or books in the first place, really, the reference was lost on Hayden.  “A who?  Though obviously you have the ability to walk or you wouldn’t, y’know, be fucking walking right now.”

She was like a blur running past him, so quick and so close that he’d nearly dropped the tray of chicken that he’d been carrying from the chef’s lab back to his room. He’d planned to share out some of it amongst his fellow Masters and Mistresses while keeping the rest as leftovers for the rest of the week, since his professor told their class that, once it was graded for completeness and presentation, they could do whatever they wanted with it.

There were very few things that Hayden held sacred - classic rock, punk, Chuck Taylors, studded leather.  And food.  As much as she loved all of the others, food was the most present and foremost.  The idea that she’d nearly caused someone to drop any part of it was offensive, a muttered curse under her breath as she sat herself up on her elbows.  “Sorry.  Like fucking seriously, sorry.  Food is a big fucking deal, especially good food.  But shit, give me more than an hour out and I might not run like a bat out of hell.”

“Well I was hoping of going to the Moon Bakery and get some desserts and eat it while reading my favorite book,” she explained to the flame-haired young woman. “Do you perhaps have any idea how I could distract myself?”

“Then shit, go do exactly that.  Fuck them all.”  Hayden chuckled to herself and shook her head, raising an eyebrow at the question of distraction.  “Coming and sex are always the fucking bee’s knees.  Whatever you want to do.  Distraction isn’t that complicated, darling.”

Tori was just sitting and looking out at the sky when she looked over and heard the woman saying something about Kansas and Toto. “Are you from Kansas?” Tori had never seen the Wizard of Oz and really didn’t know what it was. 

Hayden couldn’t help the bright laugh that bubbled out at the other girls question.  “No, definitely not from fucking Kansas.  I’m not that backasswards.  Why, are you?”