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Brandi vs Christa

Stepping into the small rectangular building from the outside felt like passing through a warm curtain, Brandi squinted as her eyes adjusted to the bright fluorescent light flooding the room, bleaching the colours and flattening everything. She felt her head spin and stood still for a second, taking in the environment; the electric buzz of the lights, the greasy aroma permeating from the grill, the other patrons' conversations melting together into an amorphous background noise. She took a deep breath and made her way to the counter, behind it a lone cook was operating the grill while a single server was manning the counter. A young woman wearing a short champagne coloured slip dress was leaning over the counter, her dress creased and damp after a night of dancing and drinking, one strap threatening to slide off her shoulder, her  caramel brown hair spilling forward as she spoke with the server.

Christa squinted at the menu as the letters and colours seemed to fuse into a shapeless blob.
"Gimme hashbrown plate and a classic waffle..." she started, then blinked hard. "Actually...no...make that a chocolate chip waffle... no, wait, wait..."
She stopped, drumming her fingers on the counter in an uneven rhythm, swaying a little before straightening abruptly.
"I got it. I got it...okay... a cheesesteak melt, a triple chocolate pie, and a root be..." she leaned in closer to the counter, squinting, "...beer. Root beer. Not..." she waved a hand, "...not beer-beer. Actually...hang on, just...just gimme a second."
"Jesus, are you gonna order or, like, narrate your entire thought process?" a woman's voice cut in from behind her, sharp and already fraying at the edges. "Some of us are trying to eat before sunrise, you know."
Christa turned...too fast again...nearly slipping on the footrest of the chair as she twisted around. The woman behind her was about her age, in a short black bodycon dress with a halter neck, honey-brown hair a little mussed, like she'd been running her hands through it all night.
The woman leaned forward into Christa's space, bracing one hand on the counter beside her.
"Seriously, it's not that hard," she went on, words starting to blur together. "You just pick a thing...any thing...and then you say it. Out loud. To the..." she gestured vaguely past Christa, "...the food person."
Christa blinked at her, then narrowed her eyes, leaning back like the room had tilted.
"Okay, first of all," she said, holding up a finger that wobbled slightly, "you are way too close to my...my whole situation right now."
The other woman let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry, is your situation delicate?" she shot back, words hitching. "Should we all just, like, form a support group while you decide between twelve identical waffles?"
"If you would jus'...just stop breathin' down my neck," Christa said, pointing, missing slightly and correcting midair, "and wait your own turn like a...like a normal human person, maybe I'd be done faster."
"Yeah? Or maybe," the woman said, tilting her head, swaying just a touch, "maybe you'd still be here tomorrow morning like, 'uhhh, what's a hashbrown?'"
Christa let out a short, incredulous laugh, turning back toward her fully now, one knee pressing into the counter as she twisted on the stool.
"Oh wow," she said, dragging the words out, "you're, like...really committed to being annoying, huh?"
She looked Brandi up and down, slow and obvious, eyes lingering just a second too long.
"Didn't get enough attention tonight or...?"
Brandi's mouth tightened, the hint of a smile flattening out.
"Please," she scoffed, shifting her weight, stepping in closer again. "I'm not the one holding an entire restaurant hostage because ordering food is too complicated."
Christa snorted, shaking her head, a strand of hair falling into her face.
"God, you sound exhausting."
She turned back toward the counter like she was done with her.
Brandi's hand came up before she seemed to fully think it through, fingers closing around Christa's bare shoulder, not quite a shove--but not gentle either.
"No, you don't get to just--" she started, voice rising.
Christa stiffened immediately, her head snapping back around, eyes sharper now.
She looked down at the hand on her shoulder. Then back up at Brandi.
"Take your hand off me." The words came out lower this time. Clearer.
Brandi didn't. "Or what?" she shot back, leaning in, breath hot and sharp. "You gonna order something at me?"
For a split second, neither of them moved.
Then Christa's hand shot up, fingers tangling into Brandi's honey brown hair near the temple, yanking hard enough to snap her head to the side.
"No," she said, voice suddenly vicious, "I'm gonna make you shut up."

Brandi's scalp felt like it was on fire but she didn't hesitate burying her hand in Christa's caramel brown locks, yanking her head sideways and at the same time slamming her other hand into Christa's shoulder pushing her back against the counter. As Christa darted up to push back one of her heels got caught on the rung of her stool tripping her. Chest to chest their bodies collided, Brandi's heels clicked sharply against the tile floor as she struggled to keep her balance before turning into a clumsy scrape. Above her the ceiling lurched, the smell of Christa's perfume assailed her nostrils, and for a split second there was a strange feeling of being suspended mid-air. They hit the ground with a dull thud, her back hit first the impact sending a jolt up her spine immediately followed by Christa's weight crashing down on her, knocking the air from her lungs in a gasp.
Around them the restaurant sprung to life, patrons turned in their booths fishing smartphones out of their pockets to immortalise the spectacle.

Christa's stomach lurched as her footing vanished. The sharp clatter of the stool being knocked into the counter falling over rung in her ears. Rather than pushing Brandi back she slammed into hers before she could recover, heat and momentum tangling together, and then gravity took hold all at once. The floor surged upward in a blur of color and motion. The impact as she crashed into Brandi swallowed by muscle and bone before rebounding back into her. She grunted as the force crushed the breath from her lungs, her chest tightening painfully as the fall was cut short all at once. A loud clank from a ring hitting the tile floor cut through her daze as Brandi's hands fell to the floor releasing their grip in her hair. Christa pushed herself up to a seated position and slapped Brandi across the face, the impact leaving a warm sensation in her palm as Brandi's head snapped to the side. A total of three times Christa slapped the other woman, whipping her head from side to side, each slap leaving behind that satisfying warmth. The world tilted abruptly as Brandi's palm smacked against her cheek, and her weight shifted to the side. The tile floor caught her shoulder in a jarring collision that left her arm with a tingling numbness.

For a second they were lying next to each other, sprawled out on the floor, then Christa dug her fingers in her hair and yanked.
The muscles in Brandi's neck protested as her head was jerked to the side but instinct took over--she rolled into the pull, dragging them even closer. Their noses nearly brushed, breasts crushed together, knees knocking in a clumsy, drunken tangle.
Cold, silky fabric bunched between her fingers as Brandi blindly reached out,her arm mostly pinned beneath her, catching a fistful of Christa's dress near her waist.
As Brandi clenched her hand into a fist and swung. At the same time Christa caught her in the stomach with an elbow making the honey haired woman grunt, more from surprise than pain.
Brandi's punch still landed, connecting with her darker-haired adversary's ribs, eliciting a satisfying yelp.
The sharp sound of fabric tearing cut through the women's struggle as Brandi's hold caused the dress straps to tear free from the bodice.
"I really liked this dress, bitch - y'know that?! " Christa swore as the two strained against each other, but slowly  Brandi found herself forced beneath her adversary.
Separated from its straps Christa's dress slid down her body as she forced her way on top of her adversary, letting her breasts spill out.
"Shut - shut up! Get your... get your sweaty tits outta my face! Brandi yelled, planting one foot on the floor. She twisted hard on to her side, dislodging her rival and driving her back against the counter.

Christa felt a chill against her skin as she scrambled to her feet, her now strapless dress slipping free and collapsing in a puddle of champagne satin at her feet leaving her in her baby blue g-string.
Across from her Brandi rose too, grinning smugly as the champagne satin pooled on the floor.
Christa's features twisted into sneer as she lunged at Brandi, her forearm collided against her lighter-haired rival's soft breasts with a meaty slap as she seized the halterneck dress beneath one arm with both hands and pulled.
She could feel her own breasts being crushed under Brandi's palms as she tried to push her away yelling "Whaddya doing?". Christa only pulled harder.
The black fabric stretched, the seam creaking under the strain until it burst in Christa's hands. As Brandi twisted violently, trying to wrench free the tear raced from the armpit and down the length of the dress and Christa released one hand and reached behind her neck where the halter was tied behind the lighter-haired woman's neck. It did not take long for the garment's last fastening to come undone and Christa found herself holding the ruined dress as Brandi finally wrenched herself free, now only dressed in a cotton candy pink v-string.
"Not so fun when it's your rack hanging out, huh?" Christa cackled derisively as Brandi instinctively tried to cover up.

Christa tossed aside the remains of the black the dress and raised her hand for another strike, her laughter ringing in Brandi's ears causing her to abandon any thought of covering and lunge. Christa's laughter turned into a sharp yelp as Brandi's fist plunged into one of her breasts. She felt ribs behind the soft mound which folded up around her hand, like dough around a finger.
With a crack that resounded through the diner Christa's palm whipped across Brandi's chest, her breasts swaying violently from the impact.
Heels clacked against the tile floor as the two women hurled themselves at each other. Burying one hand in their rival's hair while exchanging wild flailing swings with each other. Fleshy slaps resounded through the diner, leaving angry red marks on both women as their fists connected with whatever targets they could find, be it ribs, breasts or cheeks.
Suddenly Christa's fist rammed into Brandi's stomach and the air vanished from her lungs in a hot grunt. Her stomach lurched, the last Neon Barbie from the club turned in the back of the throat. Before she could straighten up Christa clipped her under the chin. Her teeth snapped together, fluorescent lights smeared into long streaks as her head snapped back. A couple of young women squeezed together in the booth seat, their phones trained on Brandi as she stumbled backwards into their booth, the vinyl seating squeaking beneath her.
Stalking towards her adversary Christa's eyes flicked towards an untouched slice of chocolate pie on the booth table, forgotten by the women in the booth when they started filming the unfolding spectacle.
Brandi was still shaking the cobwebs off when Christa snatched up the plate and drove it into her face.
Whipped cream exploded against Brandi's eyes and cheeks, her nostrils filled with thick chocolate filling as the pie burst across her face with a wet splat. "Maybe now you'll stop whining long enough for me to order." Christa laughed, joined by the other women in the booth, as she smeared the pie across Brandi's face.

Satisfied with her work, Christa let the plate crash to the floor.
Brandi was still sputtering blindly, trying to rub chocolate and whipped cream from her eyes, when Christa grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her out of the booth.
Heels clacked against the tile floor as Brandi stumbled forward uncontrollably into the counter with a grunt rattling the dinnerware. Behind the counter the server took an involuntary step backwards. From behind, Christa's hands clamped down on her breasts hard enough for manicured nails to draw blood. Brandi gritted her teeth, twisting in her rival's grip she shot back an elbow. The darker haired woman yelped and loosened her grip, allowing Brandi to twist free.
Brandi surged forward, driving her shoulder into Christa's sternum, behind her Christa heard the booth girls' laughter turn into a gasp as her spine slammed into the backrests of the paired booth seating.
Still wincing from the impact Christa hooked an arm around Brandi's neck, catching her in a headlock, and twisted her body to the side. Brandi's heels screeched across the floor as she fought to resist the turn. Her hip slammed into the table of the booth adjoining the laughing girls. Soda glasses rocked precariously as the guys occupying the booth frantically grabbed them.
Having little room for real swings Christa peppered the lighter-haired woman's flank and breasts with short thudding punches, eliciting a mix of grunts and yelps.
Brandi braced her palms against the darker-haired woman's hips, while pulling back she pushed off. Christa stumbled blindly forward, lunging into empty air as Brandi's head popped free from the headlock, leaving behind traces of whipped cream and chocolate filling on the darker-haired woman's arm. Brandi reeled backward, heels skittering across the tile as she stumbled into the narrow gap where the line of booths was broken by the diner entrance.

Christa lunged at her adversary, arms locking around the other woman's waist.
Brandi's fingers tangled deep into Christa's hair as the floor vanished from under her, locking tight near the crown. The muscles in Christa's arms and back burned as she hoisted the other woman off the ground. Brandi's grip yanked at the darker-haired woman's head, burying Christa's face between her breasts. Blinded, Christa lost her balance as her stiletto skidded sideways on the floor tiles. For a split second time seemed to stand still, then they fell forward.
A middle aged man with a beard, wearing a ballcap and a flannel shirt slapped a hand on his coffee mug and scrambled out of the booth as the two young women crashed onto its table.
The impact snapped through both of them, shockwaves travelled through Christa's entire body as she landed on top of Brandi.
As Christa stood back up a few locks of her caramel brown hair tore loose in Brandi's white-knuckled grip. Christa clenched her fists above her head and with a roar brought them down on Brandi's pubic bone.

It felt as lightning tore through her body emanating from where Christa had struck and tears welled up in Brandi's eyes. Already dazed from the crash into the table she barely registered the movement around her before Christa's weight, slow and certain, came down on her stomach. Brandi's breath hitched, cut short as the weight of her adversary prevented her lungs from expanding and pinned her against the table. Christa's hands felt strangely soft as they closed around her throat, thumbs digging into her windpipe cutting off what little air she had left.
Weakly gasping for breath Brandi tried to pry away her adversary's hands from her throat but Christa's hold was like a vice. Frantically she started sweeping her right hand across the table as black dots started dancing in her field of vision.

Despite the stinging sensation of her adversary raking her nails down her face Christa's lips curled into a predatory smile as she looked down at Brandi's face covered in chocolate filling and whipped cream. The feeling of Brandi's fading strength and the panic looked in her eyes ignited a warm tingling sensation in Christa's lower abdomen. "You know... you wouldn't've found yourself in this position if you'd just kept quiet and let me order in peace." Christa purred as she leaned forward putting more weight into her choke.
Christa barely registered the movement, just a blur of Brandi's hand, before something hot and greasy smashed into her face. Cheese stretched and slid down her cheek like warm molasses sticking in the tangles of her hair. Chili splashed across her nose, spicy heat stinging her eyes. Small cubes of ham bounced off her forehead while gravy, thick and creamy, dripped down her face. She could almost taste the jalapeños and tomatoes as they pressed against her lips.
Christa broke her hold on Brandi's throat, instinctively trying to wipe herself clean, but the mess was alive - smeared, dripping, impossibly adherent. She pulled back, barely able to see through the greasy mess, her skin burning from heat and spice.
Brandi's palms smashed into her tits, pancaking them against her chest. As Christa's center of gravity was pushed backwards she slipped off the table edge. The sensation of air rushing past her gave, for a split second, a feeling of weightlessness before she crashed into the tile floor with an impact that left her stunned. Somewhere above her Brandi was greedily coughing down air.

While Crista was shaking off the cobwebs Brandi carefully slid down from the table. Older customers were shaking their heads muttering comments about "youths these days" under their breath the younger patrons crowded the two feuding women phone cameras trained on the spectacle. The crowd pushed and shoved among themselves, jostling for position to get the best video but no one moved to separate the two. Panting Brandi threw a quick glance at Syrup Pitchers, Napkin dispensers, salt & pepper shakers, ketchup and hot sauce bottles that lined the counter as she strode over to Christa and buried a hand in her caramel locks, yanking her adversary up, while cocking the other to strike.
Christa's scalp felt like it was on fire as she was dragged to a seated position. Christa lashed out, her fist barely dug into the lighter-haired woman's abdomen as Brandi tightened her core to absorb the blow.
At the same time Brandi's strike crashed into the darker-haired woman's nose. Christa's head snapped back. Warm, thick liquid filled her nostrils, spilling out onto her lips and dropping down on her breasts. Defiantly, she looked up at Brandi who, smiling, was drawing her hand back for another strike. Christa wrapped her arms around her adversary's legs, forearms digging into the back of the lighter-haired woman's knees and threw herself back on the floor.
Brandi gasped in surprise, windmilling in a vain attempt to keep her balance as she tumbled forward. At the last moment she managed to bring her arms up to shield her. Impact shook through her forearms as they collided with the sticky floor tiles, beneath her Crista winced as her crotch pressed down on the darker-haired woman's cheek bone.
Christa pushed her adversary off and the two women staggered to their feet.
Glaring at her lighter-haired adversary Christa wiped the blood from her nose with the back of her hand and launched into an uneven breathless charge. They collided with a fleshy smack, Brandi stumbled, driven backwards into the counter by the momentum of the darker-haired woman's charge. Salt and pepper shakes rattled off of the counter onto the floor. Christa's muscles burned with lactic acid as her hands closed around Brand's throat once again, her features turned into a predatory grin as her adversary was slowly bent backwards over the steel countertop.

Brandi kicked out, hitting Christa's knee and causing the darker haired woman to step back and sink down on one knee. The paper napkins were soft against her knuckles and the steel edge dug into the root of her fingers as Brandi shoved her hand inside the slit of one of the napkin dispensers on the counter. She swung the improvised weapon in a wide arch just as Christa lunged. The napkin dispenser rang like a gong as it crashed against the temple of the darker haired woman, who crumbled to the floor.

Breathing heavily, Brandi braced herself against the counter and let the napkin dispenser fall from her hand. It hit the floor with a metallic rattle. Casting a quick glance at the unconscious Christa lying on the floor before her, she grabbed the half-filled syrup pitcher off the counter. The plastic handle felt cold in her hand as she nudged Christa with her foot before opening the lid and began pouring.
The thick syrup spilled out in slow, heavy glugs, spreading across Christa, covering her skin in a sticky sheen
Admiring her work with a smug grin Brandi stepped over her rival to the counter where their fight had started, there she fished their smartphones out of their purses and then casually emptied the syrup pitcher into Christa's bag.
Phones in hand she stepped back to her defeated rival and held up her phone to snap a selfie. "Face ID failed".
Brandi gently touched her face, feeling the chocolate filling and whipped cream from the pie Christa had smashed in her face earlier. She let out an annoyed sigh and typed in her pass code, accessing her camera and taking the picture with Christa clearly visible behind her. She then kneeled down and used Christa's thumb to unlock her phone, replicating the picture before adding herself to her adversary's social media friends.
"Hey - hey, cutie," Brandi called, a little too loudly. "Mind--mind snapping a couple pics for me?" as she noticed a young sandy blonde man among the onlookers and held out the two phones for him. As he took the phones Brandi struck a pose, flashing the cameras a triumphant grin as she flexed her arms while pressing the ball of her foot into Christa's tits, slowly twisting it like she was grinding out a cigarette causing her adversary to groan beneath her. When the blonde man returned the phones Brandi quickly used Christa's phone to upload them to Christa's social media account, tagging both of them in pictures along with a bunch of hashtags.
#LineHog #StandStillQueen #HumanBottleNeck #DinerBrawl #Defeated.
Brandi glanced down at her own phone as she dumped Christa's back into the syrup filled purse, her lips curling slightly as she flicked over to her own profile.
"Might as well" she muttered to herself and selected the pictures immortalising her victory.
Her thumb hovered over the phone for a second, swaying slightly as she tried to focus, before she started adding Hashtags, a smug smile spread across her face as she typed.
#DontHoldUptheLine #ProblemSolver #LineCleared #DinerBrawl #Victorious.
She glanced down at Christa as tagged her and pressed post.
She hadn't even put the phone away before the first reactions started rolling in.

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