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Oh, come on. REALLY? All she'd done was call Jerry an alcoholic--

which was probably true, okay--

and then some b***h had slapped her,

okay maybe Candace wasn't some b***h,

(actually she seemed pretty cool most of the time)

and then she maybe slapped her back, and then,

Okay.

Welll.

...She'd started it. The trio would have been less volatile had she not intervened, but really, Clerise didn't...care. Stupid sing-y dude had his mitts on Sasha--

Okay, well, he was probably mostly harmless, in retrospect--

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhh. She was dumb.

The another sigh, quieter. It wasn't one of irritation, just absolute resignation. She dragged a chair next to Allan, taking a seat next to him. It took all her willpower not to slouch, and schooled her expression into something perfectly neutral-- Not a hint of defiance on it.

This ******** sucked. Clerise felt like. ...Five.

And she STILL didn't know what a shiny-gamey or a she-kye was.


BBBAaallllllllllllllllllllllsssssssssssssssssssss.

Allan returned. Oh thank god. He was back. Candace sighed with relief as she stood up off the floor, fixing her stupid costume and waiting for the dismissal to leave. She needed a long, cold shower, a ******** nap and possibly to punch some things. Yes, lots of things. Maybe she'd do the shadow run if it meant--

"What's up, Lance?"

Candace's eyes widened and her expression shifted from one of annoyance to one of horror. She stepped away from the wall and looked all around. How did he know what could he possibly be calling ******** SECURITY CAMERA RIGHT ******** THERE GODDAMNIT NO!

Lance no don't please no La--

...

God. Damnit.

Candace backed away until her back hit the wall when Allan dropped the fun little facade he had going. Oh, Allan. You didn't need to do this to publicly humiliate Candace. The fact that she did it at all was enough. It truly was.

She winced when he called her name, sighing and dragging a hand down her face as she pushed off the wall and did as she was told. She didn't say a word, didn't make a sound. She wasn't even childish or bratty. Candace grabbed the back of a chair, dragged it to set it to one side of the chair Allan was apparently going to be sitting in, and sat down. She was annoyed but not defiant, though she refused to look at anyone in the room. No, her focus was on the traitorous security camera that had ratted her out. Damnit.

Rep almost fell over as Michael sat up unexpectedly, edging back as there was a sudden moment of /awkard/ as the guy seemed to suspect Rep of... well Rep didn't even want to THINK what. Or he would have to punch a slowly mending guy for just ******** /thinking/ that. And he'd probably get in trouble.

Probably.

It seemed a good call to withhold on the beating the crap out of the guy a few moments as suddenly traineed flew through the portals quickly followed by Allan and Simon. Michael's problems were now forgotten. "Go get ******** dressed you homo." he stated as he tuned into what the man had to say.

His grin got wider as the names were called out for shaming.

AND HIS WASN'T ON THE LIST.

He could not radiate any more smug if he ******** tried.

"Naughty naughty peopleeee" he crooned. His still red looking nose was TOTALLY rendered worth it. He'd not only mended up some guy, he'd gotten away with baiting Jerry.

Rep caught Candaces eye, and in a smarmy little fashion, winked, blew her a kiss and mouthed. "Love you too" silently.

Otto backed up, allowing Rep to play nurse. whatever, less work for Otto! Better yet, Michael seemed to come around. The misunderstanding got a smirk from the blonde for a short moment.

Suddenly, flying trainees. Reine included.

Of course Allan was behind it, him and his smug nerdy self posing all over the place. Otto was ready to leave, but suddenly things got awkward. It felt like kindergarden all of the sudden. And not the cool kind with finger paint.

There also seemed to be some kind of taunting on Rep's end. Why was this guy not in with the drama llamas?

"Sir," Candace called out to Allan, her voice sharp yet doing her damn hardest to keep calm. "If I may be so bold, darling Lance left out the detail of William provoking Jerry."

Love you too, William.

Simon had been focused on his own phone, going through the screenshots Lance had sent with admirable swiftness. At Candace's comment, he glanced up, adjusted his glasses, and answered, "An intermediate who is unable to handle the unkind words of a new trainee is unfit for leadership." His attention went back to his phone, already starting to key in the evaluation report.