More choices for Celeste

Naomi is rising to her feet to meet her former friend Jessi's challenge. Jessi is standing hunched and tense, her fists balled up, glaring at Naomi. Ray-ray is maybe only a little drunk, but still she stands on the side, unsure if she should join in the ruckus.

Hina hasn't moved from her spot, though she is watching Naomi closely in case she decides to punish her for the post. Naomi's busy at the moment though, and the rest of the cafeteria is watching.

Celeste whispers, "Ugh, if they fight, Naomi's just gonna whoop their asses."

"Probably. Maybe if they gang up on her though."

Naomi squares her hips, bends her knees, and tugs on her bra to adjust her tits. She knows what's up, and she's trying to intimidate Ray-ray - and everyone else in the cafeteria - enough that they won't join Jessi's side in a fight.

"Yeah, she'll probably just kick Jessi's ass and go back to her posse even more in charge than before. I guess even a cumfaced cheating montage isn't powerful enough to bring down Naomi." You know what is, though. "We don't have to give up yet."

Celeste blinks and pulls her gaze from the ensuing fight, to look questioningly at you. "We don't? I definitely don't want N-Cup over there to figure out I had something to do with this."

"Haha, is her bust really that big?" You fancy yourself a kind of connoisseur of boobies, but do you actually know what an N cup is?

"I don't know, I don't think so. She's probably an F, but who knows."

"Well, like I said, Celeste, I don't think we have to give up yet. What do you think, will Ray-ray join Jessi?"

"I wish she would. That twig-n-berries Jessi doesn't stand a chance against Naomi."

"Well, I don't imagine drunk Raylene is gonna swing the fight the other way. Would you rather see Ray-ray join Jessi, or Hina?" As soon as you say it, you scrunch up your face in regret. You were pretty ambiguous. They might join the fight on Jessi's side, or Raylene might join Hina, in sitting idly on the bench? Whatever, you'll fix it if you have to.

"Hah! Good point, I'd rather see Hina join." It makes you wonder, is the result defined by your intended meaning, it's perceived meaning, or something other than the two people usually involved. However it works, the cool part is Celeste still has no idea.

Hina stands slowly up from her seat, brushing crumbs off her lap and facing Naomi with a devilish grin. Naomi settles her stance and adjusts her bra again, distracting plenty of the onlookers around her, but intimidating no one.

"Oh shit, Hina's in it" says Celeste. "Just like that! Like I wished it to life!"

"Haha, yeah, I guess so." You don't want to say anything that might give your power away, but you're also not done using it yet. "You gonna predict the whole thing? They gonna wrestle or will it be a slap fight?" You pepper in some filler questions. Too many rathers in a row feels fishy.

"Hah, yeah, I'll lay the whole thing out for ya." She leans in conspiratorially and gestures with her plasticware as if the fork is Jessi, the spoon Naomi, etc. "First, Naomi's ex-posse will all three circle around her. Naomi's an expert boxer, an expert wrestler, and an expert ho bag, so she'll ignore Raylene and Jessi and tackle Hina first, the real threat. She'll take her straight to the ground, probably with a low blow like a boob punch or a hair pull or something." You nod and watch the spoon and the knife as they tumble around on the table. "Even with Jessi and Raylene trying to pull her off, Naomi will just sit on Hina or put her in a head lock with her muscly thighs."

"You predict a Naomi win? Even is she's against all three?" You wouldn't be too surprised, at the prediction or if it came true. Naomi's attitude and infamy are powerful, and she really is fit and trained.

"I dunno, maybe. But I'd rather see her taken down. Honestly, I'd rather see them all go down. Like, make-up messed up, clothes torn up, hair fucked up, and just generally looking like trash for all the phone recordings people are doing."

You didn't even ask her a question and she told you what she'd rather. She just practically set you up for this. "You got a pretty specific idea, eh?" If you ask her something like what she just offered as her ideal, and it actually happens, it'll be too weird for her to ignore. She'll have to suspect something. It's been fun letting her unwittingly determine Naomi's fate, but it could also be fun to let her in on the secret.

Really though, it doesn't matter what Celeste knows or doesn't know. What matters is what happens to Naomi.

"Okay, that's your prediction, Celeste, but what would you _rather _see happen?" You ask your next question like it's just a list of ideas, but it's definitely two distinct, choosable futures. "Would you rather see a brutal cat fight where all four girls get humiliated and the only winner is us, or a one-sided massacre where Naomi just finally gets the humiliation she deserves?"

Celeste ponders the choices like a wish for a birthday cake, still unaware she is about to decide the immediate future. She giggles to herself and says "Well with those choices, I'd be happy either way, John, but if I could pick, I'd rather..."