The Breakfast Club (IC)

Five completely different students find themselves spending the weekend together in detention. With your typical stereotypes, the priss, jock, nerd, lout, and goth its not your typical day in detention. Not much in common, except for having to give up their day, sit in the school library, and write an essay for the principal. Being from such widely different backgrounds and having such completely different personalities, it's inevitable that some frictions and shenanigans develop. Especially when the principal leaves the room...

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(The setting is the same as in the movie, they are all in the library. We just want to update the idea with more of an up-to-date timeline. Anyone can make up the name of the school can't quite remember if the one in the movie had a name. So lets have fun... any questions post in OOC and I'll reply back.)

Christabella Morrigan

Christabella was your average student, by some circles. Just a girl that had an ifinity for dark clothing or deep reds. She had long flowing black hair, deep grey eyes, almost pitch black in hue. Her lips were a soft rosey red, pouty in nature.

To many she was considered a very pretty girl but to many more she was creepy, standoffish and there were plenty of rumors spread about the school's populas that if you got on her bad side you would forever be cursed.

Well some such teacher had learned the hard way not to mess with Christabella Morrigan, she had jeapordized plenty in the past over minor offenses but this particular teacher, Mr. Alpha the art instructor had found he had pushed Bella's patience far over the edge.

It just so happened one day when Mr. Alpha was on his way to work, he would find himself attacked by a convient number of poisonous snakes. The excitement caused him to veer off road into a light post. He survived the crash and the bites as all the snakes had been defanged thus no venom. Still it was enough to cause quite a comotion as he demanded for compensation for her actions.

Bella never flinched, never once showing fear. She brought to Mr. Alpha's attention a particular incident that he had not known was in her arsenal of tricks. Rather than pressing legal charges, he offered to address the principle who found that keeping this incident as secrative as possible was in order.

And so... here the young girl sat. Staring at the back of the heads of a sprinkled selection of students she never once thought she'd come in contact with for more than a passing moment.

The jock of their school Richard Morgan, she had no interest in and he would no more look her way then shit bricks. She smirked slightly at this as her eyes roved over the form of the school's darling little princess. Miss Bitch of the year preferably... Erin Casey. The next to recieve her cold gaze was the nerdy form of Shana Miller. Last and certainly the least of them all was Chris Blest, outside of having and oddly wicked name; one that everyone in school knew like the back of their hand, he was just your typical lout. A self proclaimed badass... and idiot in her book. Sexy as sin but with not a bit of knowledge to take him anywhere but the slammer... "Such a shame..." she muttered uncaring of those that would decide to look her way.

The principle had recently left them to sit quietly while writing the whens and where fors of their actions. As if that really matter, sometimes adults just didn't seem to understand the hardships they put on the youth. So many hurdles and expectations that they youths of today had to over come that the adults would never understand... the youths of today were destined to fail. And fall hard doing it...

As one of the schools more promising students, Shana had a certain reputation for being a "teacher's pet" or "the little scholar". She didn't care for either titles, and shrugged off the criticisms. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to drain this school of everything it had so that one day she could leave.

Unfortunately, one of her plans had ultimately failed. Her dimwitted friends had allowed themselves to get caught attempting to break into the schools more private networks. And as a result, Shana was thrown into detention for the next 3 weeks as an example. The others had been expelled.

Walking slowly into the library, Shana ran a hand through her short blond hair, and then let it slowly fall to her side. Her other hand gripped one of her backpack straps, the bag hanging lightly on her side. Despite the warm weather, Shana wore one of her usual outfits: a woolen-grey button down coat over a black t-shirt, and jeans. A small necklace could be seen around her neck, a brown string-tied chain that held a piece of edged blue glass.

Walking into the room, the one person whom she connected glances with was Christabella, and she quickly turned her eyes away, avoiding contact with everyone else in the room. Shana walked over to one of the tables, sat down, and pulled out a pencil, tapping it against the surface. She eagerly awaited the end of the detention. She was forced to stop her actions, as this was a "quiet environment".

Erin Casey

With a flick of her long red curls, Erin gazed around the room at the principle spelled out their assignment for the day. Of the little group, the only one she new at all was Rich, and only because their peer groups intersected for several key social events. Popular girls tend to date popular jocks. Mostly, it was a “my friend is dating your friend” acquaintance but it was enough for a smile in the hall and the occasional hello at parties. The others meant nothing… except maybe girl in the big wool coat. Sheryl? Shawna? Always dark and brooding, always at the top of the few classes they shared over the years, just a face noted in the crowd, unlike the others, the others Erin never saw before. Some chick with a long dead sense of fashion and an equally off the mark guy. Erin knows she must have seen them; they are hard to miss but…

She sighed and returned her attention the principle, as he wrapped up how they were to waste the next 8 hours. 8 hours, Erin nearly groaned aloud as she thought of all the things she needed to do but couldn’t because she was stuck here. Thing don't do themselves, if she doesn’t do them or see that others do, they just aren’t done. The senior class would not be happy if she left the choice of prom band in the hands of Ellie. They’d be line-dancing and shit kicking all night long, if Erin didn’t handle it. Or the pep squad? Why do people always think pep is spontaneous? Don’t they understand someone needs to organize these events? Then there is Calculus, that great black hole of knowledge she may never fill if she doesn’t find time to hit the book.

The principle finally leaves, and Erin takes out her make-up case to apply another coat of moisturizing lip gloss to her nervously drying lips. Almost immediately, she licks it off and has to re-apply. With a sigh and look at the blank sheet in front of her, she thinks, this is going to be a very long eight hours.

She pushes her hair back over her shoulders and smiles at Rich, she doesn’t have anything better to do.

Bella snorted dismissively of the school bitch in her opinion. The girl didn't have brains enough to even warrant a simple thought. As she watched Erin apply lipgloss coat after coat she couldn't help but wonder if there was a particular lipgloss out there with poison in it. Hmm? She would have to look into that. Kiss of Death: It will litereally knock them dead.

At least there was a bonus in it, she'd kiss some annoying jock or a friend hell anyone in her circle and they'd all fall dead at her feet. Yes she would definately have to consider renting out the science lab just for such a product.

She gave Shana a decidely polite nod upon eye contact but nothing more. Turning to the sheet of blank paper at her desk and the pencil set to the side for her to write with she arched a brow. To her this was mundane. What was she expected to write... 'Why I decided to stick snakes in my teacher's vehicle?'

The very idea said it all. Why would a strange person such as herself deem it necessary to do such a frightening act? "He deserved it." she muttered to herself aloud. Looking up for a moment to see if anyone noticed she returned to glaring at the paper before balling it up and tossing it over the length of the desks toward the trash bin. It missed but her goal had been achieved nonetheless, no paper, no essay. She then pulled out a manga reading up on the lastest treats of 'Descendants of Darkness'.

Shana sat in the rather uncomfortable wooden chairs that littered the library. One would think that a school with such “prestige” could afford cushioned chairs. Shrugging her shoulders, she rested her head in one of her hands. Her eyes darted across the room, rolling over the various students. Erin was sitting there putting on her make-up, like she does every 20 minutes.

She fiddled with her necklace around her neck, before looking around the room again. Bella was glaring at various people. Sure, she heard the rumors. Did she care? Well, she didn’t snakes in her car, but other than that she had no real interest left in the town. She had her own aspirations, her own plans to see fulfilled. Our eyes connected for a second and Bella nodded slightly before turning her attention elsewhere.

She too looked down at the paper handed to her. She had her own pens, preferring the ball points to the crap the school gave them. A grin spread across her face, and Shana picked up her pen and began to scribble. She put down this lengthy essay as to why the principle wears poka-dot thongs and shaves his chest hair. Naturally she didn’t put her own name at the top, but wrote down Erin’s. She paused for a moment, and then she erased the name and wrote down Kyle’s… then erased that and put down the name of the president of the Federal States of Micronesia. After that she yawned.

Mr. Dean

Samuel Dean had been born into money. Money his father spent freely on private tutors and education for his son. Sam was gifted and became a brilliant scholar.

Sam's only downfall was his tendancy toward excess. He exploited women, crashed fancy cars and often got into trouble with his family fortune. These vices kept him from finding any real direction as he went through years and years of school as "Undeclaired".

His father had gotten him a job as a high school principal through a friend on the schoolboard, who his father had helped get re-eleced.

This job was supposed to be Sam's last chance before his family cut him off. Sam felt strange commanding High School students, as he felt more like a kid himself than an authority figure. The job, however, appealed to his hunger for power, and he found himself doing a pretty good job (for how little effort he put in). He wore emaculate suits and enjoyed watching the young girls lust after him.

Today he was in charge of overseeing detention, but being inside on such a beautiful day made him feel more like he was IN detention himself.

He left the kids a writing assignment and quickly made his way back to his office to smoke a joint, to take his mind off the fun he could be having away from this place.

Christ yawned loudly, leaning back in his chair. A writing assignment? Fuck that noise. The principle should just be happy enough he showed up for this fucking joke. Highschool... why the fuck was he still here anyway? He was old enough to drop out... yeah right, if he hadn't his dad to put his head through a wall. Whatever. Chris dropped his chair back onto all four legs loudly picking up his pencil and doodling. He had to design the next tag he'd use. This time he'd put it somewhere that would really piss people off. The library had been small shit. Let's see how the Principal liked it when he tagged his fancy car, or maybe he could ruin that Erin bitches homecoming with a few well used cans of spraypaint. Fuck.... eight hours of this shit. Ah well better than dealing with his dad.

He sighed, pushing the hair out of his face as he absently drew, looking around the room... let's see, nerdy chick, probably the first time she's gotten busted for anything, same goes for the stuck up cunt, probably shit a brick when she got given detention, worried about getting kicked off the squad and what not.. douchebag jock, probably in here for being caught sucking a teammate off... or some other gay shit that passes as manly in this school. And of course the psychopath. He'd heard rumors about the snakes. Fucking crazy goth bitch, probably praying the vampires would come and save her from all the light or some shit. Fuck what a waste of a day.

Erin

Erin slowly counts to sixty and then looks back at the clock… only 47 seconds have passed. She rests her hand her chin and sighs softy. Seven hours and forty-three minutes, she can practice setting her internal clock for seven hours and forty-three minutes. Unfortunately, this game seem to make time pass more slowly, defeating the entire purpose of playing it.

There is no point in looking around the room; she’s been in the library hundreds of times, to read, to study, to hang out with friends instead of going to study hall. The yearbook committee even meets in the back room. She knows the library well.

She wishes she had paid more attention to Mr. Dean, while not interesting it would have been something to give her attention to and something to mull over later. Now, all she has is a pencil and a blank piece of paper.

Bella jumped up out of her seat, her large bag carried on her shoulders as she bypassed the lot of the class. There was a desk in front of them to which she looked it over, noting that Mr. Dean had left a few papers, "Mmm, what do we have here?" she said aloud. The papers weren't much just information on each of the student's offenses. A check off list...? Wow how genius. Not!

Hopping up on the desk she sat down crossing her leg and looking at the proper students. Digging in her bag she pulled out a joint holding it up in one hand while she had a lighter in the other. "Anyone up for a little fun?" she arched her brow. Who were the pantsies? And who were the daredevils?

Chris looked interestedly at Bella as she moved towards the front past all of them. He didn't make eye contact with her, not out of fear so much as not wanting to hear another crazy rant about death or the power of the darkness or whatever all that shit was. Still he was interested in what she was doing up front, and glanced up surreptitously as she went through the papers in the front. He was bored as hell and still had 7 and half hours of this shit.
He chuckled as Bella dug out a joint. So the little goth girl indulged in herbal supplements, wasn't that a hoot. Well Chris had his own and he reached into his pocket, pulling out his own joint, packed very tight and very big and waved it in agreement to Bella, lighting it up as he leaned back in his chair, looking at the three others in the room, wondering what their take on the whole thing would be.

Shana had half a mind to take out of her laptop, but then she remembered it was taken away until the session was over. She grumbled to herself, and looked up as Bella got out of her seat. Uh oh, she said to herself. Her eyes followed her to the front, and watched as Bella fiddled around with the papers on one of the desks. Shana took her head out of her hand, and sat back in the chair.

"Mmm, what do we have here?" Bella said. Shana tilted her head slightly, wondering what she would say next. But Bella had gotten on top of the desk instead. Shana rolled her eyes and stared off again. In her mind she was running through things she had to do later: fix her computer at home, write a few letters, boring stuff. But necessary in order for her to get into the school she wanted.

"Anyone up for a little fun?" Shana heard Bella say outloud again. She looked forward, and sighed as she saw her holding a lighter and a smoke. And then Chris pulled out his own. Great, I'm in a room with a bunch of druggies.

The sound of a lighter flicking startled Sam out of his stoned daze, he knew that sound anywhere.

"Damnit, can't those little thugs behave for even 1 hour?" he asked himself as he tried to fan the smoke out of his office. He sprayed himself with expensive smelling cologne and brushed off his designer suit.

Walking down the hall he heard the commotion growing slightly louder. He thought to himself that Chris must be up to no good. Maybe he had lit up a cigarette or some such nonsense like before. Chris reminded Sam a lot of himself a few years ago, which scared him. Chris had far too much potential to go down the road he'd traveled.

He pushed the door open abruptly and watched the mistchievious students scatter toward ther seats like roaches in the light.

"What the hell is goig on here?!?!" Sam boomed, though the familiar smell told him the whole story

Bella had snuffed her joint throwing it back in her bag and hurrying to her seat long before Mr. Dean could decipher who had done what. She looked up with cool grey eyes saying nothing as she waited to see what he'd do next. No doubt blame Chris for the incident since no one could ever believe the jock, princess or nerd would dare do anything more to jeapordize their futures.

No he'd peg Chris or maybe herself, though probably out of caution he wouldn't mess with her in hopes she didn't throw a bunch of poisonous snakes into his car as well. Sighing Bella watched Mr. Dean closely, what did their school do to deserve such a young sexy ass principle such as him. While most of the girl's fawned all over him, she had been of the few that considered him sexy in thought only. Like hell she'd give him more than a once over which she did and quickly went back to reading her manga. He was a snore...

Chris smiled at Bella as he took a drag off his joint, throwing a nasty look at the stuck up bitch. "What miss goody two shoes ain't never given in to temptation? I heard Rich over there and three of his friends tempted you pretty good at a party the other day..." He chuckled meanly, taking another long hit. He heard the commotion from down the hall. "Here comes Principal Pedophile..." He said in warning, watching Bella snuff her joint. The other kids shuffled back to their seats, but Chris remained perched on the desk, still puffing away at his own joint. "Calm the fuck down Principle. Just trying to pass the time... I'm just doing what you were doing... 'cept I wasn't wankin myself off to this years freshmen faces while doing it." He said chuckling and taking yet another long drag.

"What the hell is goig on here?!?!" Shana heard the principle yell. Shana just looked at him idly, and since she wasn't doing anything wrong, she neglected to say or do much of anything. Before he had come into the room, Bella had erased the evidence, and sat back down.

Hmm, she's quick. Shana thought to herself.

"Calm the fuck down Principle. Just trying to pass the time... I'm just doing what you were doing... 'cept I wasn't wankin myself off to this years freshmen faces while doing it." Chris said. Shana glanced up, and her eyes looked back and forth at the tow.

"What miss goody two shoes ain't never given in to temptation? I heard Rich over there and three of his friends tempted you pretty good at a party the other day..."

Of course she knew the comment was directed at her, with casual ease, she put away her lip-gloss and closed her purse while never taking her eyes off him. AS she was about to respond…

"Here comes Principal Pedophile..." He said in a warning that prompted a flurry of activity.

Erin looked to the door as the principal’s voice boomed through the library.

"What the hell is going on here?!?!"

She had been listening to the activities of the others, following it like an old-time radio drama but she didn’t watch, she didn’t see a single thing happen. Even at the sound of a lighter and the smell of smoke, she kept her attention to herself. She just wanted to wait out the day, get if over with, keep her record clean and get on with her life.

"Calm the fuck down Principle. Just trying to pass the time... I'm just doing what you were doing... 'cept I wasn't wankin myself off to this years freshmen faces while doing it."

Erin felt the corner of her lip twitch at that comment, then smiled at the principle wondering if any of it was true.

"Calm the fuck down Principle. Just trying to pass the time... I'm just doing what you were doing... 'cept I wasn't wankin myself off to this years freshmen faces while doing it."

Sam hated it when smug little pukes like Chris talked down to him, what was worse was that he wasn't far off. Sam wasn't sure how Chris had known he had been smoking, but he figured it was just a guess, based on rumors that spread like wildfire in this school. Hypocracy asside, Sam knew he had to regain control here.

"Imagine my surprise. Once again Mr. Blest doing what he does best. Causing trouble." Sam walked over to Chris, snatching the joint from his lips, "and what have we here?" He snatched the doodle off Chris' desk. "I suppose you were thinking that this might be a nice addition to our walls?" Sam touched the lit end of the joint to the corner of Chris' paper setting it ablaze before stubbing out the joint on Chris' desk and slipping it into his back pocket.

Sam stompped out the burning paper before turning back to the class. "I think that since all of you were so content to just sit around and watch your classmate break the rules so unabashedly, you can all be content sitting around here again next week. All of you, extracurricular activities will be cancelled for you all."

Erin Casey

"I think that since all of you were so content to just sit around and watch your classmate break the rules so unabashedly, you can all be content sitting around here again next week. All of you, extracurricular activities will be cancelled for you all."

Erin’s heart stopped beating at his words, she felt her chest tighten, and her mouth suddenly went dry. She stared at his back, her voice trying to find words, as he started to walk away.

Without any additional thought, she jumped to her feet, her palms on the table in front of her and called out to him.

“Mr. Dean, please! Wait!”

Her tone softens, “Please. Please don’t do that. There are so many things I have to do. I have to get them done...”

Mr. Dean

Standing in the doorway facing the hall, nobody could see the wry smirk that crossed Principal Dean's face. As if on cue, Sam had summoned the lazy principal's best friend: The Snitch.

"Well... Erin, I hadn't realized you were here. How has a good student such as you, fallen into depravity like this?" He regained his stern demeanor and turned to stare deep into Erin's eyes, "Looking idly on as students participate in illegal activities. You are an accomplice to drug use on a high school campus. That is a crime.” Sam brushed his long red hair back slowly, enjoying the terror he was striking into this young honor student.

“Alright, I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you others off the hook just so long as you let me know the next time anyone...” Sam glared up at Chris for a second, “breaks any rules or does anything that isn’t allowed in the library, you call me as loud as you can and tell me what’s going on. Of course if you turn a blind eye again, and I walk in to another scene like this, I’ll be forced to call the police and report this drug incident.”

“I’ll be keeping the joint as evidence... just in case.”

With that Sam calmly pivoted out of the room, eager to try out Chris’ massive joint.

Erin

"Well... Erin, I hadn't realized you were here. How has a good student such as you, fallen into depravity like this?"

She just shook her head and shrugged her shoulders; it didn’t seem to be a prudent time to remind him why she was in detention.

"Looking idly on as students participate in illegal activities. You are an accomplice to drug use on a high school campus. That is a crime.” Sam brushed his long red hair back slowly, enjoying the terror he was striking into this young honor student.

“But didn’t see anything, Mr. Dean… I don’t pay attention to these people. What they do has nothing to do with me.” She’d lie if she has to but not if she doesn’t “We don’t mix, it’s a joke that we are all here together.” With a long finger, she slips a red curl behind her ear, “But please Mr. Dear, I have the rally coming up, the year book staff meeting, the prom committee…. I can’t miss these thing.”

“Alright, I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you others off the hook just so long as you let me know the next time anyone...” Sam glared up at Chris for a second, “breaks any rules or does anything that isn’t allowed in the library, you call me as loud as you can and tell me what’s going on. Of course if you turn a blind eye again, and I walk in to another scene like this, I’ll be forced to call the police and report this drug incident.”

“I understand, Mr. Dean. I get it.” Erin sits back down and listens to the death knell of her father’s Ivy League College dreams. Scream or cry, she’d like to do one or the other, but can’t do either one. She did not want to be responsible for what the patients did while running the asylum, that was his job. She didn’t want to do his job for him, but her choices where limited.

Shana was sitting in her seat when the Principle came in. This outta be interesting, she thought to herself. She watched him as he grabbed the joint from Chris's hands, and then set his paper on fire. Normally, that wouldn't be done... ever. But well, when you can get away with stupid shit... you do it.

She idly tapped her pencil against the table as she counted the hours. This is too unbearable. She could be at home, or at her job interviews, or something.

As the principle left, Bella couldn't help but chuckle a tender of clapping at the display that Chris showed today. "Way to go... I love it. Great performance." She cooed eyeing Erin out of the corner of her eye. She was quite certain the principle was farther down the hall and wouldn't hear them for the time being.

[ooc: please refrain from returning the principle for just a moment.]

Pulling out her joint she set at Chris' desk allowing him to us it to let off a little steam as she walked over to Erin. Sitting on her desk facing the girl in a croch she looked down on the priss. Her black boots clomping roughly against the crisp white paper on her desk. It would no longer be crisp or white for that matter.

"So you gonna play the little snitch just so you can save yourself?" Bella asked. This was not an intimidation, in fact it was the farthest thing from it but she was pretty sure the other's would assume so; perhaps little miss priss here too.

"Prom committe, book meetings, rallies... fuck that shit. Its only aimed at you uppity pieces of shit that don't give a good holy hell about the rest of us students. So long as we don't fit in your clique we don't deserve to be apart of the school spirit?" Bella asked. She kicked the paper off the desk sitting down as she sprawled herself across it. Snatching up the girls purse she let everything fall out onto the remainder of the desk she wasn't sitting on. "Hmm? What's in this... ooh tampon. I'm sure you got more than enough of these up your ass. News flash only use this in the vaginal hole honey." she tossed it over her shoulder onto the floor. "Lipgloss. Did you know this stuff is tested on animals. You kill more than enough furry friends just to make you look like a friggin fish." Bella made the face of a fish about to put the gloss on her lips but thought better of it. Instead she tossed the gloss into the fish tank just off to the side of where they set. "Go fish bitch!" she said then returned to more. "Credit cards...ooh money." She put some in her bra leaving the rest for the girl. There wasn't much else in the purse, cell phone, compact, other beauty items and stuff she really could care less about.

Once done humiliating the girl she removed herself from her desk walking about the library in a odd creepy glee. "So I wonder, who else is going to be a snitch in here? Cause I really don't like snitches.. in fact I hate them so much. I might feel inclined to do worse to them in the way of 'pranks' then I did with the art teacher Mr. Alpha."

"Way to go... I love it. Great performance." Shana heard Bella say. Her head picked up a little, and she watched her classmate walk over to Chris. She put her joint on his desk, and proceeded to move over to Erin's desk, sitting onto of it. The paper that was once on her desk would soon lay on the ground, torn and soiled.

"So you gonna play the little snitch just so you can save yourself? Prom committe, book meetings, rallies... fuck that shit. Its only aimed at you uppity pieces of shit that don't give a good holy hell about the rest of us students. So long as we don't fit in your clique we don't deserve to be apart of the school spirit?"

Ouch. Shana thought. She had some sort of agenda against Erin, apparently. She winced slightly as she picked up the girls purse and literally spilled the contents.

"Hmm? What's in this... ooh tampon. I'm sure you got more than enough of these up your ass. News flash only use this in the vaginal hole honey. Lipgloss. Did you know this stuff is tested on animals. You kill more than enough furry friends just to make you look like a friggin fish."

An object flew across the room, and Shana's eyes followed it straight into the fish tank.

"Go fish bitch! Credit cards...ooh money." Bella said. and put some of the cash in her bra. Wonder what else she keeps in there. But she really had some sort of agenda against Erin, and as much as Shana didn't really care, she couldn't help but feel bad for her.

"So I wonder, who else is going to be a snitch in here? Cause I really don't like snitches.. in fact I hate them so much. I might feel inclined to do worse to them in the way of 'pranks' then I did with the art teacher Mr. Alpha."

She better not come to where I'm sitting, Shana thought. What Bella might be able to do to her emotionally, Shana had the wits to ensure that she'd spend the rest of her life staring at cushioned white walls. But well, neither of them were on bad terms.

Chris just laughed as the principle stomped over to him, snatching his week and torching his drawing. "Dude, burn up a million of my drawings, won't stop me from dropping my tags all over this fucking prison you call a school. Oh and enjoy that weed... whoever you buy from won't be able to provide you with anything near that good, so treasure it while you have it... fucking John Elton looking motherfucker." He laughed loudly as he threatened Erin. "Uh oh... looks like you've found the kink in the bitch's armor... besides jock cock that is." He said looking at Rich. He leaned back yawning deliberately and loudly as the principle went on about people doing bad things, throwing both fingers up to him as he walked out. "Fucking Fonzy wannabe bastard." He said, then stood and took a mock bow at Bella's applause, smiling at her as she left her joint with him, throwing a nasty look to Erin.
He chuckled as Bella went on her rampage, tearing apart Erin's stuff, swearing at her and being generally crazy. Oh yeah... that girl was imbalanced. Chris decided to let her do her thing, just sitting back and enjoying the show.