Santana Lopez (thedevilyouknow) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-11-28 04:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: america chavez, character: santana lopez |
If I met you in a scissor fight
Who: America "Just Try It" Chavez and Santana "Razor Blades" Lopez
When: Friday, November 28th, afternoon
Where: Sonheim Square
What: Santana and America and their awesome friendship!!!
Warnings: Profanity, snarking, general rudeness
Status: In progress
Santana had been working in the Marrowood court house for two days now, and she already wanted to blow her fucking brains out.
Sure, the job Knope had described to her had sounded cool, and definitely better than doing nothing and being poor, but it turned out that her first instinct was right: That bitch was straight up cray. She was a yappy control freak that really tested her control over her violent side. Yeah, doing nothing in the presence of others was better than being alone (especially when said others were easy targets), but seriously - she was a good hour away from drowning herself to get away, coming back, and just giving up and taking an axe to Leslie's head.
She thought maybe that a long lunch out of the freaking nuthouse would help, and so far she'd been right. The general store, thankfully, had cigarettes (she was saving her weed for the really hard days), and so chain smoking in the park had proven to be her favorite thing ever. The people watching especially.
When a familiar face walked by her, though, Santana smirked, deciding that she was done just watching. Finally. Someone to bitch out.
"Hey She-Hulk! Weird seeing you here. I thought you spent the daylight hours juicing in the basement of the hotel. Are you sure the sunlight's good for you? Wouldn't want you to grow fifty feet and start crushing buildings. Don't think they regenerate as well as the people." She shouted, ignoring the looks from other afternoon loiterers. Shit, was she the only one employed here, or what?