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"Kick my a**? Why is everything so physical with you?"

With the proximity of the Lieutenant still dangerously too close for comfort and the fact this brute had practically just threatened her, Dia felt it was probably a safe bet that attacking first would be in her best interest. Would she get in trouble for fighting a fellow Negaverse member? She really didn't care, at this point.

One hand rose, a gumdrop falling softly into her palm. Thumb and forefinger pinched the red confection, bringing it forward and moving it between the two of them, displaying it for the hot pink and witchy woman.

"Let's make you a bit sweeter with a piece of candy, shall we?"

With that, she flicked the candy piece, holding her breath as she watched it sail.

She was too busy clapping her hands and jumping up for joy at the impact to remember that she had just started a fight. So when the Lieutenant lunged for her, there was no attempt to dodge or remove herself from the brutish girl's path.

Tourmaline's weight shoved the girl forward, sending both downwards onto the concrete, a blur of pink and black as they toppled over. Instinctively, Dia's hands moved up to guard her beautiful face, fingers actively slapping at any and everything they could come into contact with as her legs squirmed and lashed out, her torso pinned down by the weight of her attacker.

"Get OFF of me, you fat cow!"

An equally displeased half-squeal came out of Dia as she felt her own goop being coated on her beautiful fuku. But the energy to move away just wasn't there, the wind taken out of her sails as she'd landed roughly on the ground (and promptly squished by Lieutenant Fatbutt here). Her adrenaline rush was gone, replaced by exhaustion. Even her massive amount of irritation for the other girl was beginning to fade into mild annoyance, now that it was clear her life wasn't truly in any danger. Her clothes, maybe, but not her life.

One final bat from her hand and she gave up, laying there and staring up at the night sky and flickering lamp light. The only sound that broke the silence, after Trailer Trash's outburst, were the labored breathing of both girls as they lay on the ground.

Finally, she muttered with only a half-hearted earnest. "Your biscotti was old."

And then, out of nowhere, she started to giggle.

This whole situation was just absurd.

She stared at the hand for a moment, hesitantly wondering if it was safe to touch or not. Judging by the girl's accompanying laughter, however, made the decision quick and easy.

Outstretching her own hand, she took hold of the offering and made her way up from the pavement, shaking her head. "You aren't kidding. Rent-a-cops at their best. Probably sleeping in their car on the other side, per usual."

Dusting the debris from her skirts, she closed her eyes and concentrated on powering down. No sense in letting anyone else in the area know there was a corrupted senshi around. Black dress and long curls returned to their uniform and shorter waves.

Moving to primp her significantly shorter hair, she glanced at her companion. "While I love loitering - maybe we can take this elsewhere?" She paused for a moment, trying to think of what could be open at this hour. "IHOP, perhaps?"

"Perfect."

She wasn't offended that the girl didn't want to bum a ride - slightly surprised, maybe, that she was able to afford her own means of transportation. Having a passenger meant moving Mr. Fluffums, the most recent oversized stuffed animal that Daddy had sent as an apology for missing yet another father/daughter outing. She didn't really feel like moving Mr. Fluffums.

Leaning down, she plucked up her keys and the remains of her belongings from off the ground, picking off gravel and bits of snow before making her way to her car.

Head tilting, she called over her shoulder, "See you there, then!"

Sliding into her seat, she tried not to think about what just happened. Was it bad? Was it good? She wasn't going to worry about it, not right now.

Their fragile truce would last....at least for tonight.