Julie goes boss mode, until she loses her glasses

Even back when they'd been close friends, Ramona had always thought Julie was the type who was just always angry. A grumpy frown rested on her face all the time and she never stopped complaining about the people around her-- that foul attitude of hers is what had given her such a reputation. As such, if you were asked her what Julie was like when she was angry, she'd have said "I've never seen Jules NOT angry."

She was now **** to reevaluate what she'd always thought she'd known. Julie grump wasn't Julie angry. Julie bitching wasn't Julie angry. What she was seeing now: the woman leaping around like an animal, swinging her fists hard enough to smash furniture effortlessly and smash the floorboards with nothing but the intensity of her aura... this was Julie angry! She had no experience as a fighter, but this level of ferocity made her as dangerous now as anybody in Toronto.

Ramona found herself pushed on the defensive, raising her hammer in both hands to block Julie's attack with its long handle. She found herself being pushed back, to her own surprise. Her back ended up against a wall facing back out to the street. "Julie! You're... You're fighting! I didn't know you had it in you!" she gasped.

"The whole world's always taking a shit in my mouth! I'm sick of it! Screw you and your shitty boyfriend, and your shitty exes, and every other shitty person in Toronto! I'm about to detonate a nuclear fucking warhead on this entire city!" Julie raged, slashing again and again with her bare hands. "All the shitty customers who order their lattes custom instead of just picking off the menu! All the shitheads who use drinks without coasters every time I throw a party in my flat! All the fucking one-brain-cell losers who hit on other girls at my party and never get around to me!"

"You don't even like 99% of the guys who show up at your parties! Why do you want them all to hit on you?!"

"They should still try to hit on me so I can fucking reject them!" Julie snapped back, swinging her hand down in a powerful strike. Ramona clenched her teeth, flying backwards through the wall and skidding to a stop on the asphalt. One of her high-heels cracked, sending her stumbling down to one knee. Julie wasn't the only thing snapping, either; her hammer was broken into two pieces. "You don't know what it's like, huh? Boys-- and fucking lesbos-- flock to you all the time, even though you're a nerd with an even shittier job than mine."

"I don't think you're really mad at me. You're just-"

"Don't tell me what I fucking am!" Julie roared, swiping her arms again. She was attacking like a wolverine, shredding Ramona's outfit as the other girl attempted to defend herself with her arms. The crowd began whistling and catcalling with renewed vigor, as the blue-haired heroine's apron and bunny-suit were torn apart. "I'm not mad! I'm the only sane person in this whole city! You other assholes are so caught up in your shit that you can't tell a good thing when you have it! The smartest girl in the city is a bitch, huh?! Why the fuck do we never hang out any more?!"

Ramona's eyes widened a bit as she shrunk under the blows. "Jules, is that what you're so angry about? I just... you're such a bitch to Scott. How am I supposed to hang out with you when-?"

"And how am I supposed to forgive you for having such awful taste in guys?"

"I'm not asking you to forgive anything!" Ramona grunted, grabbing Julie's wrist before her hand could swing down in another iron claw attack. By this point, her outfit was nearly in as bad a state as Julie's, ripped up so that all that remained was a patchwork of fishnets over the lower body and the tattered remains of what had been the bikini-style undergarments. They were torn on one side to reveal a pink nipple pastie, which the cameras made sure to zoom unabashedly close in on. "And you know what? Screw you! I don't hang out with you any more because you're so judgmental! Why would I?!"

"Because you need glasses! How can I not be judgmental when you're so fuckin' blind?!"

"I'm not the one that needs her glasses," Romano quipped, reaching up and punching her friend square in the nose.

Julie staggered backwards, clutching her face. She shook her damp hair, then resumed her fighting stance. She shook her head again, and again, but her vision didn't clear. "Oh... Oh, you bitch! My god-damned glasses!" she suddenly realized. Her vision wasn't recovering because Ramona had smashed them with that last punch.

"There's more we both need to get off of our chest, but for now, let's finish this. We can kiss and make up later, Jules," Ramona finished, stepping forward quickly and winding up for another punch.

"Hey hey! I think this soap opera stuff is going to be good for ratings. People love a cat-fight, don't they?" the camera-man asked his coworkers. "And we didn't even have to script it!"

Rolled 1!

Outfit durability: 4/28 (heart pasties over breasts, heart pasties over groin)