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 Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2023 3:26 pm
The camera opens to show the parking lot. It has been converted to a makeshift punk show. There is a shabbily built "stage" where a band is performing loud music. A crowd is gathered, some are in a mosh pit bashing into each other and others are simply standing by reveling in the atmosphere. The camera pans off to the side where a crude bar has been constructed. It is made of a couple of planks sitting on some crates to form the bar while a strange tattooed individual handed out beers. Christina as situated in front of the bar, pouring tequila into a line of shot glasses.
As she finished, Skeezy Steve sidled up to grab one. Christina responded to the act by slapping him upside the head and pulling the shot from his grasp, much to his surprise.
"I told you that I'm having a girl's night. Shoo!"
"Ain't I just one of the girls?"
"Nope. I'm dancing tonight but not with you good buddy. I gots a new friend to impress. So go off and dance or find a different drink or get on stage. For now, I'm celebrating with a new bestie."
Christina watched as Steve slinked away. She felt bad for him. She did. But she had a new friend to party with tonight. One that she had immense respect for. One that she could see a lot of good things happening for. But first they had to celebrate with some drinks and then some loud music to resober them once finished. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as she saw her new dance partner approach.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2023 9:18 am
"Nossa Senhora!"
Portia walked into the view of the camera and Christina, wearing a smile on her face. She had on black leather short shorts, some fishnet sleeves and a leather jacket. She looked like a mixture of a "How To Dress Punk" article and like a woman who was ready to go clubbing till 4 in the morning in a downtown district. She was dressed to impress, and dressed to move. She did have a decent size square bandaid on the top of her head, she took a beating at the last show, and it wasn't going to heal overnight.
The music was a wonderful rendition of Hertz by Amyl and the Sniffers, A lovely song about wanting more then what your area could offer. This was a feeling Portia knew very well, seeing the mosh also connect with the song as the crowd was wildly.
Portia picked up the shot glass filed with a clear tequila, the bottle being unmarked, and Portia's care being unseen. Portia held the shot up high.
"To minha Dance partner!...To e Party!....To Minha Puta!"
Portia did an almost grito like cheer as she took the shot down. The alcohol burning her throat, not opting to ease the pain with any salt or any lime. She wanted the burn, she wanted the warmth, she wanted the energy. Portia wiped her mouth, following it up with a light gasp for air before wrapping her arm around Christina's Shoulder.
"Did you hear! Rosario told me people in the back were scared. Gringos scared cause women can fight like women." She laughed before following it up. "He said is a.. Panic. We caused a panic!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2023 1:56 pm
"Damn right, we caused a panic! Look at what we did. We were given a hardcore match and we made it hardcore. More badass than any of them could ever have done. And I gotta say mi hermana de otro señor, you are looking great tonight. Almost like you're one of my crew. Hell, after that fight you put up, there ain't no almost. You are one of the crew."
She took down a shot and glanced back at the band on stage, a wide smile playing at her lips. Something about what Portia said tugging at her mind. Damn, right they caused a panic. She thought about making a joke that it was a Panic! at The Punk Show instead of Disco but she wasn't certain the joke would translate. She took down another shot, lifting it up in a cheers fashion before taking it straight and letting out a happy sigh after. As she reached the third one, she held it high.
"Here's to us and all the panic that we can...cause..."
Up on stage, the band went into a hardcore punk cover of I Write Sins Not Tragedies. Then that tug from Portia's words really took hold. It fit with the joke in her head and started the wheels spinning. Her smile grew twice as big and she wrapped an arm around Portia's shoulder.
"Oy, chica," she said. "I've got a brilliant idea."
The music on stage got louder and rather than shout her super secret brilliant idea. She leaned in and started to whisper her ideas into Portia's ear. Once she was finished, she grabbed a shot glass and held it up in anticipation for a clinking of glasses.
"¿Qué piensas, hermana?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2023 6:29 am
Portia's eyes went wide with excitement. She giggled as she heard the idea and loved it. It was a fabolous idea from someone who went from a rival to a friend. In Brazil her style wasn't quite what she grew up around, but even though it was visibly different, it was spiritually the same. It was about doing what you want. It was about standing up for yours. And it was about enjoying every last moment. Oh and did she mentioned she loved the song as the Panic at the Disco cover played in the background.
Portia raised her shot glass as well, high and bright for everyone to see. No salt, No Lime, Just liquid courage. The Toast was on her mind as she was fighting the urge to break away into the mosh. Well, this calls for a toast
So pour the champagne, pour the champagne"To Hispanic at the Disco! SAUDE!!!!"
She gobbled down the alcohol as it slipped down her esophagus, right pass her lungs and straight into her stomach. It felt smother with every shot and it got her ready for the fun part.
I chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality
Portia went to grab Christina's arm and direct them into the light but fun mosh pit of people relieving the mid 2000's. This emo nite cover classic was a nice refresher before they had to go back to work and really cause a panic!
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2023 10:46 am
Christina was dragged into the crowd. She jumped into the pit and let herself get thrashed about in excitement. Not only did she have a new friend. She had a new partner. Sure that meant that Rosario and Skeezy Steve would probably have to be in close proximity and get along. But there was a part of her that was highly optimistic that it could be done. For the moment though, all she needed was to dance to celebrate.
More ideas came to mind as she was bounced around. Tag finishers. An entrance. The music. It was going to be an epic friendship and that was apparent. If the pair of them were able to go to the lengths that they did in that hardcore match when they were going up against each other, she could only imagine the glorious chaos that they could make if they were fighting alongside each other.
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