Who Shears the Sheeple?

Allie growled as she trudged through the rainy streets of Tokyo. It was starting to get late and the red head had already been on a bit of an expedition. After the loss, Syd had stumbled off to somewhere and now Allie was looking for her.

She had been surprised at Syd's reaction to her furious outburst. Normally she would have been knocked over, kicked or at least threateningly glared at. Syd just sort of walked off despondently. At first Allie might have thought that Syd had just been too dazed from Julia's assault. Allie had some concern for Syd's safety but tried to tell herself that there was no way Syd could ever get hurt by some dumb bitch and when Syd was not in the infirmary, Allie's concerned turned back into anger.

She got home and once again found the place absent of Syd. After a tantrum, a shower and a change of clothes, Allie was taxiing her way through Tokyo, stopping at the bars she knew Syd frequented. As much as the girl thought she was cooler than cool and not good enough for anything, Allie knew she had her idiosyncrasies and was as much a creature of habit as anyone else. Still, her efforts had proved fruitless and as she closed her umbrella and stepped into the smokey bar, she hoped that she would just find the girl already. She was tired of looking and considering throwing in the towel.

"Syyyyyd!" Allie barked as she eyed the bar. At least picking her out from a crowd of Japanese people was pretty easy.

Syd saw Allie when she walked in, but didn't say anything. She only briefly looked up from her PSP before she went back to slaughtering hoards of mythical whatevers. The faint sounds of battle coming from the little console were immediately lost in the din.

In front of her on the table were two shots of tequila, one that she had drained and the other that still remaine untouched. She held the PSP on her lap just under the table and had her long silver hair wrapped around her neck like a scarf.

"Oi," said the bartender to Allie. He was a Japanese man around thirty years old with short hair and tattoos covering his arms. He nodded his head toward the corner table at which Syd had been lurking since she came in over an hour ago, figuring that one gaijin would naturally be looking for the other, and hoping that maybe the fat-breasted redhead would take the creepy one away.

Allie searched the bar and didn't see Syd but the bartender pointed her out. Of course she was hiding in some dark corner. Allie furrowed her brow and trudged over to Syd and stood at the table and crossed her arms under her chest.

She stared silently at the silver haired girl and waited. She'd wait all night if she had to but she knew Syd was pretty good at ignoring her so she cleared her throat loudly as she tapped her foot.

"Ahem."

Syd's eyes looked up toward Allie's middle, then away, then back to her game, without lifting her head. She avoided the awkward moment by keeping her attention solely on the innumerable acts of bloody murder she was busy committing with her thumbs.

But Allie was still standing there.

"What?" She monotoned.

Syd hadn't even looked her in the eye. Not to glare, not to threaten, not to ... anything. That in and of itself was strange to Allie. The red head stared at Syd incredulously before huffing.

"Don't what me, Syd." Allie said, furrowing her brow and pushing her fists into her hips as she jutted out her elbows.

"You didn't come home. You didn't go to the infirmary... did you even drink your booze?" Allie huffed. "Are you drunk?" She asked, her questions a bit sporadic. "What the hell happened in that match?!"

Syd just shrugged and kept playing her game. She had beaten it a half dozen times before, so she knew how to do everything and it didn't take much concentration. She found her thoughts drifting toward Allie's question, despite her efforts to avoid it.

After a pause, she said "We should've picked the other one."

Allie opened her mouth and closed it again. Syd's answer was... difficult, much like Syd was difficult. Allie took a moment to try and come up with a proper answer and then drifted down to the two shot glasses. Her eyes focused on the one that was left untouched. Even that was peculiar in and of itself.

Allie snatched it up and eyed Syd. "I need this way more than you right now." She said like a dog snatching away a bone. She gulped it down and then shook her head violently and made a disgusted face. She waved her hand in front of her chest and then plopped down next to Syd.

Allie took a deep breath and then pushed her hand in front of Syd's game, blocking the screen. She then stared at Syd. "Syd." her tone was firm, but didn't hold the same irritated tone as before. This time there was urgency to it and a need for clarification, perhaps even some trepidation and concern.

"Syd. Is she better than you? Is that Julia better than you?" She asked seriously, her gaze not wavering.

Syd twisted to the side and tried to pull the PSP away from Allie's stupid hand, but in the end she was forced to pause it. She stared at the wall for a moment before she finally turned to look at Allie.

"Yeah. So?" She said, making it clear that her patience was waning. "It-" She started, and then stopped herself. She closed her mouth with a scowl and looked at the now empty tequila shot.

Allie's lips twisted as Syd spoke. Her eyes sparked as well but even she wasn't sure what the emotion she was feeling was.

Allie breathed loudly through her nose, grinding her teeth. Her eyes followed Syd's and she wished the shots were full.

"It what, Syd? It... What...?"

Syd snorted and turned to glare at Allie, and the moment she made eye contact everything erupted at once.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER!" She shouted, throwing up her hands indignantly. "WHO CARES? There's lots of people that are better wrestlers than me! I never SAID I was the best at it, I just do it 'cause I LIKE it, but sometimes it doesn't work out, and I don't need YOU, RUBBING IT IN MY FACE!"

She grabbed her PSP in both hands again like she was going to resume playing, but her fingers quivered over the buttons and she never unpaused it. "I just shouldn't have taken it easy on her, that's all. Now go ahead and laugh, and maybe when we get home I'll chop you up into little pieces and see how long it takes for someone to miss you."