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Everything about tonight had gone well. One of her best nights at the club working, really. The floor had been packed with people and they had loved her music, cheering after every set. They'd been so appreciative that she hadn't had to buy a single drink all night. Drinks just showed up, from this person or that, and rather than be rude about it, she'd drunk them all and saluted the crowd to more cheers.

Of course, it had not taken long for things to get fuzzy around the edges and her head start to float above her shoulders. One of the draw backs to such a slender frame... even with years of practice, she still couldn't hold as much as she could want.

About half way through, a pretty girl had flirted her up at the bar between sets, and buzzed as she was, Sid had jumped at the chance for a little bit of fun. They'd made out right there before sneaking off to the bathroom for a quick ********, leaving Sid grinning like a cat when she took the stage again.

Hours later she still had the girl's number tucked into her bikini top and she was feeling fine as she fumbled the lock on the house she shared with Rob. Hanging on the door as she was, she almost fell through it when it opened, banging against the wall as she hissed and giggled at her own ********... shhhh..." She mumbled at the door before she giggled again, straightening up to push the door closed. She remembered to take her keys out this time AND to shut the door, so she really was on a roll tonight. Now she just needed a bottle of water and she could drag herself to bed to sleep off the last of the alcohol in her system. Stumbling off to the kitchen, Sid went to dig around in the fridge for the water, dropping her purse and her keys with a rattle on the counter.

There was a thunk as skull met the top of the fridge and Sid swore as she pulled out of it, one hand clutching the top of her offended head while the other held the water bottle she had been searching for.

"Jesus ******** christ, Rob..." She whined as she kicked the door shut with a heel and brought the water to the counter. "What are you shouting for it? Its like.... like... two in the morning. Or something. ******** pulled away from her rainbow hair showed no blood, despite the sting and ache. She glanced up at her room mate as she twisted the cap off, her face scrunching in a confused frown as she turned to press her hip to the counter and took a long drink.

What the hell had gotten into Rob tonight? He looked irate, which wasn't exactly odd for the punk singer, but this early, and at her? He'd only really yelled at her once, that time after the subway when she'd refused to believe magic was real. It hadn't been pleasant then and she was not looking forward to it again.

"I just got home." She grumbled as she scrubbed at her eye, smudging the dark make up. "I was getting a drink, gonna head up to bed... Jesus. I'm sorry if I woke you up..."

"Its not... four..." Sid frowned down into her bottle before reaching out to twitch her phone out of her bag and press the button. The display seemed to agree with her irate room mate and the small woman grimaced, rubbing her fingers along the bridge of her nose.

Rob was still railing at her... pacing while doing it, even. Just the sight of it, when she flicked her eyes to follow him, brought up a fizzle of anxiety. Her thin shoulders hunched forward as she sort of folded around her bottle, nursing the water while sending out loud signals of 'I don't want to be here right now'. She didn't like being yelled at... and she didn't like being made to feel like a ******** teenage caught out after curfew.

A frown pulled her brows together and the set of her mouth turned mulish, teeth worrying at her lip rings.

"That was a ******** accident, Rob, jesus! I said I was sorry for that, and I haven't done it again, have I? And I'm sorry about the door, okay? ******** thing just flies open at a stiff breeze, I didn't mean to bang on the wall. ********..."

He was getting more intense the longer he went and the more intense he got, the worse she felt. The words he used... common sense... common courtesy... respect... They took her back to young years. She felt sixteen again, coming in late because she'd rather be anywhere but at home. It had never been Home, back then, and now, suddenly, this place didn't feel like Home either. It felt just as unwelcoming and just as much a trap.

Except she wasn't sixteen any more. She wasn't stuck here like she had been there. There was nothing holding her here... they'd never made it out to be a forever kinda thing, so they'd always known she'd have to move on eventually. There was no reason she had to be here and listen to this. Not from Rob. Not from anybody.

I will not be disrespected.

The finger he waved at her was the last straw. Sid slammed the bottle down on the counter and felt water slosh over her fingers before she released it, snatching up her purse and shoving its contents back into it.

"You always knew what my job was, you knew I keep late hours because of it. At least I have a ******** job making actual money, by the way, Mr. I'm-so-well-off-I-can-sing-on-the-corner-for-change! Not all of us have parents willing to foot our bills! You agreed to let me stay here and becoming my ******** father was not part of it!" She pulled the strap of the bag over her head with sharp, angry motions, refusing to meet his eyes. All of her was stiff and prickly, completely closed. "I don't need this bullshit from you, Robin Attewood, and I don't need your ******** house! I thought we were ******** mates, but if me saying I'm sorry isn't ******** good enough for you, then you can take your ******** disrespect and shove it up your tight, privileged a** and go ask your Mommy to pull it out for you!"

She never once looked at him as she scurried for the door, her eyes on his feet instead. She kept very carefully and obviously out of arms reach as she passed and only really turned her back on him when she'd reached a safe distance. Years of practice were ingrained on her, resurfacing now. Never get in reach... never look completely away. Watch the feet... he has to move closer if he wants to grab you.

Sid was fumbling for the door as she considered grabbing a coat and discarded the idea. There wasn't time to go back up stairs for anything... she didn't want to stay here a second longer than she had to. She just wanted to leave.

You're just going to run away like you always have?

Yeah. That was exactly what she was going to do. Because running away kept you safe, that's what it was for. She didn't need to stay here and be yelled at. She didn't need to be lectured. She wasn't a teenager any more and no one had a right to tell her what to do. Not her uncle, not Ice, and not Rob.

"What consequences, Rob? Sitting here being your punching bag?" She threw over her shoulder as she fumbled with the front door. "I said I was sorry. I don't know what else you want from me!"

Sid jerked the door open, stumbling as she shoved it wide. "You can take your ******** opinions and your ******** room and you can stick them up your a**. I don't need them! Its none of your ******** business who I go running to, because it sure as ******** won't ever be you!"

The door rattled as she slammed it behind her, stumbling out into the early morning again. The cold bit at her immediately, but fired up as she was, the small woman barely felt it. She had no idea where she was going, but she'd figure it out. No thanks to the guy who was supposed to be her closest friend.