The conversation died off as a peroxide blonde in a skimpy, nay, slutty outfit approached, glaring for all she was worth. Needless to say, neither friend was particularly concerned until she was close enough to feel the negativity flowing off her in waves.

“Can we help you with something?”

“I want revenge, kitten,” she purred.

“Uh huh. Revenge for what?”

“For some stupid elf stealing my man” she replied, tone clearly carrying the “duh” that accompanied the statement.

The friends looked at each other.

“Oh, that. Look lady, no one stole anything, let alone “your man”, ok.”

She glared more fiercely.

“And stop glaring you aren’t scaring anyone except the poor kids trying to enjoy the day. And I’d be surprised if they could ever look at a Barbie doll in the same light again after this.” She sighed dramatically and the friend’s chorused, “Poor kids.”

“This human sickens me.”

“Shut the fuck up, no one asked you.”

“Make me.”

“What a come back,” she sneered.

“Besides, you just barged over here, and started harping about me stealing my guardian,” she continued, ignoring the interruption

The blonde was doing an excellent “fish out of water” impression, opening and closing her mouth, but no sound was emerging from the overly made up lips.

Kate carried on, “Should I start with personality or having a higher IQ? The ability for intelligent conversation?”

“Oh yeah…” She was clearly thinking hard.

Michela smirked, “She’s got nothin.”

“Just being too damned cute? Oh, and, I didn’t, repeat, did not steal him. He came and hunted me down, all on his own. What’s the matter, the pill too big to swallow? I had nothing to do with him deciding to leave you. What can I say: can I help it if he has taste?” Kate continued, throwing caution to the wind, and plowing on, full steam ahead.

“That’s about it, and not much of it,” Peroxide retorted.

The friends exchanged confused glances.

“Um, what’s about it, and what is “it”?” Kate asked, confusion lacing her tone.

“Taste wise,” Peroxide clarified, sort of.

Kate chuckled, “Why thank you.”

“Jesus, I’m working with idiots,” she huffed.

“Likewise,” Kate drawled

Michela smirked. “That’s it. That’s the best you can do?!”

“Well, its more like trying to joust verbally with an idiot,” Kate shrugged, “but same difference.”

“I’m going,” Peroxide snapped.

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“I’ll see you for round three, where you can lose spectacularly again,” Kate called cheerfully.

“Be ready,” Peroxide warned.

“Likewise.”

She humphed, and the friends looked at each other, barely containing their laughter.

“I hear the dictionary is a good book for prepping,” Kate suggested innocently. The innocent tone the biggest clue as to how over her head Peroxide truly was.

“Whatever kitten,” Peroxide purred.

“Learn all sorts of nifty insults. Cad. Flea bitten cur,” she continued, ignoring the demon’s interruption.

“I’ll get you my pretty and your little demon too.”

Michela laughed.

“Ri-ight. And we’ll be waiting with the bucket of water. “I’m melting”,” Kate fake screeched, doing a decent impression of the wicked witch of the west dying. She didn’t even bother to hold her voice down. The kiddies had heard everything anyway, so why bother.