Party

As Alice scarfs down the snacks, one of the frat brothers walks up next to her, “We also have pizzas on the way if you're planning on hanging around for a while,”

The lady looks the man over: A faded tuxedo-print T-shirt stretched over his muscled chest, jeans, socks, sandy blonde hair, a phone clipped on his belt, and a bulge in his right pocket, presumed to be wallet and keys… and he already smells of beer.

“I do plan to stick around for a few hours,” Alice grins, “How do you feel about an arm wrestling competition?”

“We can get some shots out here…” the man smiles, “loser takes a shot, we go until one of us hits ten shots, after which the loser pays the winner either twenty bucks or a forfeit?”

“Sure,” Alice grins, thinking about just how much she's cheating.

The entire frat is of course very eager to have a chance to get a lady that stacked soused, and so they immediately set up a small folding table, two chairs, a pair of shot glasses, and a bottle of vodka… plus a challenger and very soon a crowd. Meanwhile, Brian is standing back, chuckling, and placing bets against the guy, explaining, “Hey, she's my date; I HAVE to bet on her…”

Bracing her legs on the floor so she doesn't flip, Alice skunks him,

[hard.

As

](http://hard.As) Brian collects on the bets and the first poor schmuck pays up, a heckler in the crowd, speaks up, “Hey, wimp! Lost to a girl!”

“You think you can beat her, Frank?” The first loser laughs, “Be. My. Guest. Hey, you know what? I'll even lend you the twenty for WHEN you lose.”

“And WHEN I win?” The crowd is backing away a little from the heckler.

“Bet you twenty bucks it ain't gonna happen,” the first loser laughs, “...because that's the fastest way to get my money back. That does mean you're gonna owe me forty, which is a fine way for me to end the night.”

The crowd starts chanting “Do It! Do It! Do It!” as Frank comes forward as challenger the second… and gets skunked as well. He actually has the forty bucks, and pays up both Alice and the first loser. Meanwhile, Brian collects a couple hundred in

[bets.

By

](http://bets.By) the time the pizza arrives, Alice is up a hundred bucks, and Brian about a thousand. By the time the night is over, every fraternity member is drunk as a skunk and broke. Also, their fridge is empty, as Alice ate all the pizza.

As the two walk hip to hip out of the party, Alice begins, “So…”

“I'll give you half my winnings,” Brian jumps in immediately as he starts counting bills, “and you keep all of yours, because you did the hard part.”

“I can certainly use the cash…” Alice chuckles as she accepts the wad of cash, “...but that's not what I was going to say.”

“Oh?” Brian raises an eyebrow.

The woman plants a big old kiss on her boyfriend's mouth, “Let's go back to the dorm, hmm?”

“Yes Ma'am,” the man

[agrees.

As

](http://agrees.As) the two walk back, each with an arm wrapped around the other, there's a metallic click and a voice from behind them, “I don't know how you did it…”

The two turn, to see one of the frat brothers holding an old style revolver, pointing it at them, “but you cheated, I want…”

He doesn't get any farther than that, as Alice uses her body as she designed it: Charging the man, who fires once before Alice grabs grabs his arms and twists, a sickening snapping sound ringing through the night before she pokes him with her

[claws.

As

](http://claws.As) the screams of pain from the fractures fade due to the mugger succumbing to the sedatives, Alice takes a breath, “Good to know that works… mind calling the cops, Brian? I didn't bring my….”

Alice trails off as she looks back, her date lying in a slowly spreading pool of blood. Moving faster than before, she rushes to his side, ripping his shirt open with her claws putting her hands on his skin, using her newfound power to find… “there, the bullet… which spread a lot and… oh, that's a lot of organ damage… but the tissues are still alive…” she mutters to herself as she gets to work, pushing the foreign matter out of his system as she reshapes his flesh back into functional form, connecting severed systems back together, using his fat reserves and transforming them into whatever tissues she couldn't recover (mostly blood) and adds reinforcement around all his vital organs.

Alice sighs in releif as Brian opens his eyes, “Okay… that hurt… how bad…”

“You're fine now…” the shaper smiles, collapsing on her man, tears in her eyes, “...although you'll need to eat more for a while: You're down to about half a percent body fat.”

“Ah…” Brian wraps his arms around his woman, “thank you.” He pauses, “Umm… where's the…”

“The idiot will live,” Alice hugs back, “but he's going to need surgery to fix his arms. Where's your phone?”

“I'll place the call and deal with the cops…” Brian considers, pushing up on hos elbows, “...I'll stick mostly to the truth, that some drunk idiot who lost a bet at a frat party followed me to mug me, and that some new heroine took him down. I'll keep you out of it as much as possible… meet me back at the dorm when I'm done?”

“See you soon…” Alice ends the conversation with a kiss, and takes off running in leaps and bounds, hitting freeway speeds.