I can’t stop thinking about Semiu and Cthoni at the bar, picking up chicks, both extremely aware that the other hot, muscular woman is their bitter rival, but also an extremely hot, muscular woman.
So they both fall into a stalemate, because like you’ve seen the people they work with, you know they are both so tired and desperate for a night off that they just gotta kinda pretend the other person doesn’t exist, because fuck giving up your bar. That’s quitting, and these two don’t quit. So instead, they are just causing this weird tension between them, which everyone can sense and assume the I could kill you rn energy is because they are exes, not because they are bitter bitter rivals that could severely injure the other if the effort wasn’t required.
Like I think it gets to a point that they somehow just end up in a bizarre competition where they are not allowed to fumble a date because that would make them look lame (everyone is also aware of the competition there is a secret scoreboard), but also murder is off the table because you don’t go to the bar to work - the bar is sacred, so you just have both of these hot woman having this weird psychosexual competition of picking up other woman instead of fucking in the bathroom like they clearly both want to.
Like, there’s just something about these two super competent women who like their bosses enough they won’t even talk to each other because they know they will fuck, and that is unprofessional. They are the only professionals in their organisations, so they can’t be the ones to slip because they will never live it down, but like there’s gotta be a part of their brains that’s like, oh shit, hot evil version of me is here, and I kinda gotta know what that’s like.
So they just keep going to the bar every other week to chill, brood, try to get laid and stare each other down instead of doing something normal.
