The great underwear heist (Complete)

Selene returned Matt's stare for as long as she could. "Why would you think that? N-n..." She stammered, her glare wavering. "Of course n... n-n-n-n..."

She sighed, turning away, "Fine, fine, FINE! Damn you and your freaking direct approach." The bane of someone who makes a living playing coy. "Never let a girl have any fun. I took your damn clothes. I would've gotten away with it too if it weren't for those neanderthals who were about to jump me with a gauntlet."

She rubbed her temples for a minute, "I stowed them in the girl's bathroom. Just give me a minute and I'll go grab them, if they're still there."

Matt smirked in victory. She caved easier than he thought she would. "So, I guess that answers the question if you're still playing pranks." So much for meeting her by coincidence.

"You do that," he said. "And be quick about it." And he would stand by to allow her to go.

Selene grumbled as she made her way to the restroom. A few seconds later, she emerged, carrying a damp bundle of Matt's clothes that she proceeded to throw at him in a childish fit. "There. Happy?"

Matt managed to catch his clothes as they were thrown at him. "Aw, did I ruin your fun?" he chuckled like he was talking to a toddler. "As far as happy goes, I'll have to get back to you on that. In fact, I may have to exact retribution. Again." He made a motion with his hand. "Now turn around. I want to change."

Selene threw up her hands in resignation and turned around, "Hey now. I'm not your point cow to beat on every time you guys need to retake some territory because you're getting your asses kicked." Relaxing an elbow against the locker and waving her hands as though she were facing Matt even though she was resolutely facing the other direction. "Besides, I'm fairly sure you got your comeuppance in the form of eyefuls of me in the shower."

Matt laughed as he slid his pants on. "Point cow. Good one." He didn't put his shirt on, and now just wore his jeans.

"You're right. It was a pretty sight. But then you had to go and steal my clothes. And I really don't like when people take things that belong to me. Don't do the crime if you can't take the consequences." Matt was already a little hot from the steam of the shower room. Now that a fight was approaching, he was burning up. "Now, I think I need to teach you a bit of a lesson."

Great, he'll probably be back for seconds once he sees how far this really runs.

"Ass," Selene spat. "Big man beats on the women he knows he can take." She taunted.

She sighed, "Can't we just skip the part where we scuffle for a while and then you pull your damn MMA muay thai judo whatever bullshit and then brutalize me for half an hour and just get to the part where you gloat and then we part ways?... Besides," she tapped her feet on the ground, "I really, really, REALLY don't want to throw down on this hard tile." Looking away, muttering under her breath, "Though I guess the ref girls have mats handy just for this reason."

Matt scowled now. "Listen," he growled. "If there's one thing I hate, it's cowards. I beat you last time; so what? Quit bitchin' about it and get some payback. You set up this whole elaborate scheme and now that the jig is up you want to run away?" Matt scoffed bitterly. "So much for your so called pride."

"Elaborate scheme?" She raised an eyebrow, mustering what she could to control her anger and avoid sending any tells that this ran deeper, "Sweetie, all I've done was just try to take your clothes and hide them so you have to spend fifteen minutes traveling the SEX WARS campus naked. How absolutely horrid of me." She waved her arms sarcastically. "As if you'd really be the first naked person seen running sheepishly to their dorm here?"

Shaking her head, she turned away and held up her hand at Matt dismissively, "Shove your pride bullshit. It's easy for the winner to talk about pride. I sure as hell don't run games against you based on the size of my checkbook." Dropping her arms to the side and facing Matt again, eyes narrowed in a vicious scowl, "But I must have missed the part where I was 'running away.' Throw down some mats, you deaf little sack of crap."

She was clearly pissed off now, in a way Matt hadn't seen her before. "I don't mind you stalking me, you leering at me, your thinly disguised attempts to do goodness knows what to me in the shower, your verbal abuse, your physical threats," At this point, it was hard to tell if Selene was being facetious at this point, but she had always shown a remarkable talent to mix affectations in with sincerity without skipping a beat, "I mean, far be it for me to hold those embarrassing habits against you. You don't fault the mentally handicapped for being unable to figure out how to give correct change." She paused for a second, somewhat proud that she got all that out without tripping over her tongue. Before Matt could interject, she continued, "But I damn sure am not going to take you trying to lord your victory over me and then casting me as the villain for not wanting to relive that fight so you could get your jollies off." Selene's needlessly loud tirade was beginning to draw attention from onlookers. Of course, if Selene thought she was going to find friends here, she was sorely mistaken. If she had a game plan though, the impression she was generating was probably it.

Hissing once more, she nodded her head toward one of the storage closets, "Go on, roll out a mat if you really want to play this little game out. I probably won't win, but I damn sure am going to make you feel this in the morning."

Oddly enough, Matt was expecting a long tirade. He was getting used to them when dealing with Selene. It was amazing how one person could find so many faults in his character. But through the whole thing, Matt was smiling. Sure he was angry, but more imporatantly, he was itching for a fight. And now, so was she. Matt did feel bad about making her this angry, and would apologize for it later. But right now they both needed to vent. And what better way to do it?

With a smile still on his face Matt would go to the storage lockers without a word, bring out the mats, and lay them at their feet.

"May the best man win," Matt said with a calm grin.