Ash couldn't help but let out a little laugh, amused the irony of the whole situation "So, my least favorite holiday, combined with my least favorite person, and my least favorite thing to do. And you expect me to help you out with this?" she asked, a spoonful of sarcasm in her voice "Thanksgiving is a holiday too, ya know."
"Well yeah, now help me out here." Scarlett replied, motioning her to pick up another box as she brought one to her chest "And besides, Thanksgiving is celebrating a genocide, so let's not celebrate that shall we?" she grinned
Scarlett headed off and dropped the boxes at the the bar counter, quickly followed by a groaning Ash that soon dropped off the other box
"Why the fuck is this box so heavy?" she asked, slightly out of breath as she rubbed her arms, a little sore from having to carry that
"Maybe it's the cause the last time you worked out, you came back dying." she teased back, giving her a sharp pat on the back
Ash let out a scoff in offense "Well fuck you Ms. Muscles, we can't all go to the gym every day like you." she replied "And besides, I worked out like... Uh, last week." she continued
"Last week? These sticks certainly aren't from anyone who actually goes to the gym." Scarlett teased, pointing over at her thin arms. A slight exaggeration was made by the biker pianist, although her detested acquaintance was fairly skinny, she wasn't incredibly so.
"Fuck off." Ash blushed, putting a hand on one arm, a little embarrassed "It's not like I never go to the gym, just not... Very frequently."
"I can tell skinny bones." she teased "Anyway don't worry about it, you just gotta carry another box from inside." Scarlett continued as they walked over to the storage room "And cause I'm nice, I'll give you the heaviest one." she smirked, grabbing onto another one of the boxes and bringing it to her chest
Ash couldn't help but notice Scarlett's muscles tensing up as she carried the boxes over to the counter, her veins bulging out ever so slightly, she did her best not to look. Blushing, she did her best to look away from her rock hard pecs, which... To simply put it, was quite difficult all things considered
With a slight pause of hesitation, she grabbed the final box. A little panicky over how big the box actually was, she did her best to dash over to the counter and drop the box, breathing a huge sigh of relief as she let go. "That all?" she asked hopefully
"Yeah don't worry, that's it. For now anyway, we just gotta set up the disco ball." Scarlett sighed as she sorted through the boxes, trying to find the ornament "And since you've got... Taste. Do you think we should start putting up Christmas decorations already?" she asked
Ash gave her a little shrug "Christmas sucks. But I mean fuck it, why not? We're in the middle of November, you might as well get that absolutely horrid Christmas cheer coming." she sighed, sorting through the boxes before she caught her eyes on Scarlett holding the sparkly disco ball.
She let out a little laugh as she heard the guitarist talk about the despised Christmas cheer she hated so very much "God you really hate Christmas don't you?" she teased, wondering if she forgot to get the hooks and screws for the disco ball
"It's certainly not a very enjoyable time of the year. At least the songs are okay." she admitted
"Christ you're such a lousy pessimist, anyone ever tell you to cheer up every once in a while?" Scarlett laughed as they walked over to the middle of the dance floor
"Oh fuck you, I am a very positive thinker. For example, I'm positive you're an idiot. Orr uh... I'm positive that whatever you're doing isn't going to turn out very well." she warned as she saw Scarlett bring over a barstool to the dance floor and climb on top of it.
"Shush, it's gonna go fine." Scarlett muttered in response as she caught the disco ball's wire and made a little knot out of it, the hook attached to the ceiling would end up holding onto it.
Ash let out a little gasp, as Scarlett put the disco ball over the ceiling hook, it was fine. Nothing was going to happen.
"See? All done." Scarlett smiled, pleased with herself as she got off her tip toes, trying to regain back her balance as she stuck her arms out, the chair wobbling a little.
She stumbled
"Fuck fuck fuck FUCK" she yelled out in an increasing panic as the barstool fell from under her feet.
Ash, without the slightest bit of hesitation grabbed onto Scarlett tightly, gasping as the stool fell underneath her and pulled her in with both arms as she fell to the ground
The pair looked at each other in shock, Scarlett's breathing growing steadily as they both looked into each other's eyes.
It took a few moments before anyone spoke again
"Um... Thank you." Scarlett muttered out awkwardly, lying in the pianists arms. "I didn't um, you know, need your help. But, thank you." she continued, a little embarrassed and confused on what was going on
"Well, uh you're welcome. But... Yeah totally, you didn't need my help." she gulped, a little nervously as she let her down, looking away as she brought the barstool back up.
Their moment of awkwardness and embarrassment was broken as Scarlett spoke "So let's get decorating shall we? The club doesn't open today so we've got all the time we need to uh... Put up some tinsel?" she said, trying to hide a little hint of excitement in her voice as she took out a line of snowflakes, beautiful, and ironically, it did seem to match the aesthetic of the nightclub.
"Curse your Sunday policies. Christmas is gonna ruin my life." she grumbled under her breath as she sorted through the boxes, trying to find something that at the very least looked nice enough to put at the nightclub
"Oh shut up, don't be such a downer." Scarlett teased as she took out a few ornaments and some stockings, wondering if the nightclub had any Christmas lights for them
The shiny objects caught Ash's idea and piqued her interest "Oh you gonna set up a Christmas tree?" she asked curiously, taking one into her hand and examining it closely
"Uhhh, we were thinking of doing one yeah, any reason why?" she asked confusedly, snatching the ornament from Ash's hand
She gave her a killing stare as her decoration piece got snatched away, practically ready to kill "Uh... Yeah no reason, just wondering." she said, continuing a few seconds later "Wait do you guys even have a Christmas tree?" she asked
"Luckily for you and your Christmas killing spirit, we have no tree. However Ms. Grinch, we are most certainly getting one by next week hopefully." she said, playing absent-mindedly with one of the wreaths she found "Although Cait did say she might get one here by tomorrow, but lord knows that girl isn't always the most punctual."
Ash rolled her eyes at the mention of even having a Christmas tree, trying to wonder why she agreed to this decorative process in the first place, she could be at home doing something! Or sleeping. She did indeed have to go to class tomorrow. "I'm sure Cait will deliver on time."Ash replied before continuing "God... You're lucky I'm nice, or else I would've been long gone you fucker." she sighed, taking out some decorations from the box.
The pianist curled her lip at the guitarist sorting through the various bundles of tinsel in the box "Mhm nice, I'm sure you're just a soul made of honey and gold or whatever the fuck it is." she said, trying to be stern and keeping a straight face in the process but letting out a laugh in the process
"I swear to God..." Ash muttered out
Scarlett heard her whispers and attempted to compose herself, easier said than done that is. A few moments later she calmed herself, she her crackles of laughter were no longer heard. Most likely a relief to the whole neighborhood, they weren't exactly very quiet. "Anyway, shall we get to decorating? Christmas isn't gonna sort itself out!"
"Personally, I'd just let Christmas go die in a hole somewhere. But.." she took a long sigh before continuing "I'll help you decorate."
"About time fire girl. Although I'm not surprised, I do remember a certain Christmas where you uh... Certainly just weren't having it." she teased, eagerly waiting for her reaction. For all the joy and merryness at Christmas, that one time was absolutely not a good holiday.
Well, for Ash at least. Scarlett had a fun time teasing her over it for months to come.
"No no no no no, we do not talk about that here. Or ever. Never mention that again." she denied, trying to hide her blushing if embarrassment as the memories came flooding back.
To be fair, she was like 12. And they aren't exactly the most mature bunch, to say the least.
"It's not like you didn't do anything bad when you were twelve. Well, actually fourteen, you were fourteen and remember what happened? I'm pretty sure it wasn't pretty." she teased, taking joy in Scarlett's embarrassed expression as she gave out a little blush, clearly trying to hide her shame
"Oh fuck off, I thought we agreed to never talk about that again." she snapped back, trying to compose herself as she looked away, taking out some red sparkly tinsel
"That's a lie, we agreed to never talk about it and have me humiliate you over it, meaning full on insulting you other it. However.... That doesn't count if I'm being very passive agressive to you about the whole topic." Ash said, pleased with herself as she found a loophole to their unbreakable promise.
"I'm pretty sure promises don't work like that." argued an ever so slightly confused Scarlett
"Well I mean promises can be broken. For example, we're no longer best friends." she pointed out, almost immediately
"To be fair, best decision I could've ever made. You're the most annoying bitch I've ever had to put up with." she snapped back teasingly
"Oh really?" Ash smirked raising an eyebrow "Is that why you texted me to help put up the Christmas decorations right now? You could've asked anyone else and yet here I am." she teased, not sure about the answer herself.
They were enemies of course, she just wanted to push her buttons little. To think they were anything but would just be ridiculous.
Friends? That was a lifetime ago, and it was better off to leave the past where it belonged, in a coffin, deep underground. Wrapped by the chains of heartbreak and hurt.
The pianist rolled her eyes in such a fashion as she heard the guitarist speak "Look, I wanna piss off annoying bitches as much as possible, which is exactly why I invited you over here. You hate Christmas? What better way to spend it rather than decorating a club with the person you hate most?" she asked, awaiting no awnser as she let out a sigh of victory, fairly pleased with herself
"God I hate you so godamn much, did you know? And don't worry, it is so very personal." she laughed, letting a grin flow through her eyes as she expressed her true feelings
"Aww what happened to Ash the pacifist? Thought you said you didn't hate anyone Fire Girl, I'm disappointed." she complained, pouting as she tried to be as dramatic as possible
"Well, I'm willing to make an exception for you. And to be fair, pacifism allows hatred towards annoying biker bitches named Scarlett Moore. I hear they aren't exactly very popular." she smirked
"Oddly specific..." she wondered teasingly, trying to play dumb "You sure there isn't any pacifist rule that gals named Ashleigh Corbin don't gotta be respected?" she asked curiosly
"Definitely not, if anything, you gotta praise women like those, they're just so beautiful and amazing honestly."
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