Its Charlie. And she's pissed.

Even in text form, you can feel her anger as she yells at you about Terri not coming home last night and demands that you go over to their apartment immediately. Blanching, you ask Terri to get off of you and tell her that you have to respond to this. She does so, although she does look incredibly miffed about it. Thinking for a moment, you send back to Charlie that you can't go anywhere right now, but you can meet her at the lake bridge at the park later in the afternoon. She sends back to she'd better see you there, and almost immediately after that, Terri's phone goes off somewhere in your sitting room. Trotting off in her thong, Terri leaves you to go answer it as well.

Rolling out of bed, you bury your face in your hands and exhale loudly, when you notice that it's oddly quiet. Looking around, you realize that Selas is still nowhere to be found. "Where is she?" you muse, feeling more worried than comforted at that. Giving it a couple of minutes, you get up and head towards your cupboard to grab something for Terri to wear while you get your laundry machine running.

During breakfast, Terri tells you that it was Charlie who called, asking her where she was last night. "Well, I told her the truth. I was with you," she replies, munching on some toast.

While you knew that, you still don't like that she did. "Oof... and did you tell her what we did?"

"So what if I did? We're both adults," she shrugs, "and if she gets mad about it, fuck her. I'm a grown woman. I can make my own decisions. And besides, it's not like you're dating her. Why should she care?" Hiding your grimace behind your mug, you prepare yourself for a difficult afternoon once Terri leaves.

You arrive at the bridge first, and briefly ponder on the ducks, wondering what you're supposed to do now, when you hear angry footsteps coming up behind you. You turn to meet Charlie, only to have her shove you into the rail. "You fucking asshole!" she snarls, looking absolutely livid. "I told you to not sleep with her!"

Straightening your back, you hold your ground, being mindful of the other people around you, that are immediately engaged with the small drama happening near them. "One, you were drunk off your face when you told me that. You were not thinking clearly. And two, she came onto me," you snap, unfortunately losing your shit. "Now I know you have a crap history with men, Charlie, but I'm not one of them, alright? I am not going to dump her, now that I've slept with her. I actually LIKE her, okay?

"What happened to you having her back, huh? Because according to her, you kept pushing her to ask me out. And now that she's actually done that, and I think is happy with me, you want to ruin this? What, what do you want, Charlie? Do you want to prove to her that all men are scum? Or do you want to give me a fucking chance?"

Charlie's breathing is haggard and loud, and her glare is deadly. But unlike your audience's, her tongue is still.

Coming down slightly from your fuming, you fix her with the same heated glare. "Well? Say your piece, Charlie."