Ambivalent Love- Bianca and Mille.

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*The twilight of dusk was upon her, and the otherwise giddy jamaican was uncharacteristically nervous- Outside of one, orgasmically humiliating match she had put on, Bianca knew very little about the woman she was meeting at The Haven today.* "S..she's friendly...don't be so timid!" *She began pep talking herself into keeping her promise, even if it meant shaking like a leaf in the bitter, december winter. Bianca was clad in a very fetching outfit- A body tight, tan dress that cut off at her knees, revealing her voluptuous thighs, while feeling the need to wear platforms which only served to accentuate her unnatural height. Her raven black hair was blithely dangling overtop of her shoulders, allowing her natural bouffant to hang down near the fringes of her neck.*

"Haaah..j..just..be calm, and you'll do fine.." *Bianca muttered quietly, casually scanning the entire gymnasium for any traces of remaining life- Lex had been gone all day, busying himself with something or another. Kieda had a fashion appointment that ran long, as always, and Jess had vacated the area to prepare for her impending match for the evening.* "A..All alone.." *She whispered, the giddiness deep inside of her beginning to bubble to the surface- Both women had enjoyed quite the fascinating little encounter their first time around, so Bianca's mind raced with the thoughts of what could perhaps transpire tonight between the two of them.*

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Millie strode up to the Haven dressed in a far more reasonable outfit. Less uniforms or leotards, more button up shirts and skirts. Particularly, tonight she was on the town in a blue shirt, buttoned up just enough that she could still show off her voluptuous chest, and tucked in to a black pleated skirt. It was a date after all, and even though she didn't quite know Bianca all that well yet, she still wanted to make a good impression. Her hair was braided and tied up, keeping it from getting in the way.

"One for luck..." She muttered to herself, retrieving a flask from her purse and taking a swig, before dropping it in again. Then the ex-pilot walked straight into the Haven and looked around. "Bianca?" She asked, looking around the place. She had never really been somewhere like this, so not only was she scanning the environment for Bianca, she was also just looking around to see what it was like in here.

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*Hearing a faint, almost angelic voice delicately ask for her attention, Bianca frantically searched for the source of such a genteel inquiry before finally catching a glimpse of what appeared to be Mille- However, she was almost unrecognizable while clad in such a gorgeous ensemble.* "O..oh my goodness.." *Bianca's jaw nearly slammed against the concrete flooring, her body visibly quivering from the alluring appeal Millie's frame easily displayed.* "Y..you look stunning!" *Bianca felt herself beginning to flounder around in a sea of anxiety, and her only life raft would be to trample overtop of it by talking excessively.*

*The jovial jamaican made her presence known by sauntering up to Millie, her platforms making a rhythmic* "Plok! Plok! Plok!" *With each, subsequent step she took towards her.* "I..I have an entire night planned for us! We can munch on some home-made cuisine, get to know each other a little better, and even w..w..watch a movie..later.." *Oh no, her best laid plan was starting to go horribly awry as the ever-present terror of first impressions was starting to cripple her ability to talk. What movie did she have planned? Think damn it, think! Oh yeah!* "I..it's a classic horror movie! R..really cheesy stuff, but it's laughably bad, so I thought you'd enjoy it!" *Her facial cheeks brighter than the sapphire stone on the edge of her gym's logo, Bianca decided that putting in the effort of hiding how she felt wasn't worth the trouble anymore.*

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Millie's head turned as she heard a voice, and smiled at the sight of Bianca all dressed up. The Jamaican looked cute as hell, and the normally stoic Briton couldn't help but show some affection at the sight of it. She didn't quite quiver like Bianca, however her stance did soften, as did her expression. "You look gorgeous." She replied, finding herself unable to avoid looking at those nice thighs on Bianca. Whatever it was they were doing this evening, Millie was excited for it.

The Briton couldn't help but chuckle a little listen to Bianca awkwardly try and explain the night. She was adorable when she was nervous like this, a side of the Jamaican that Millie hadn't gotten to see during their match, and it was a shame. With a reassuring smile, Millie placed a hand on Bianca's shoulder, "Sounds lovely." She stated. She did quite like cheesy horror movies, so that part sounded fantastic. "Would you like some beer? I brought a couple." She mentioned, hefting her purse to show a few cans stuffed inside.

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"Pfft! What, t..this old thing?" *Which was a complete and blatant lie- Bianca had meticulously gotten this particular outfit hand-stitched by the one and only fashion assassin, Kieda, who would have undoubtedly smacked her for having called something she spent countless hours on "Old". Regardless, the queen bee savored such kindhearted words like a rare chocolate, allowing it to melt in her mouth as she sighed deeply.* "T..thank you though. I try to dress to impress sometimes..f..for special..o..occasions.." *Why does stammering always tend to happen at the worst possible times? It seemed like a common occurrence, but for Bianca's sake, she tried to steer the conversation into a different direction.*

"B..but yeah! I'd love to get a swig of whatever! This entire week has been hell on earth for me." *She gently grasped Millie's fingertips, sheepishly leading her towards a rather picturesque scene- A mahogany table, flanked by only two chairs with a candelabra dead center. The living room couch had been folded up and place inside the storage closet, allowing for a comforting view of both the main window, along with the oversized television in the front.* "J..just a little something I whipped up for us tonight." *Bianca's vision must have been getting obscured at this point, for yet another lie dribbled out of her mouth. This took the entirety of her afternoon, from rearranging the layout of the gym to practicing small talk, it was all a humungous effort that she wasn't about to let go to waste.*

*Unfortunately for her, Jess hadn't noticed the vermillion truck parked in the back lot of the gym- Otherwise, she would have had the foresight to postpone this little, romantic evening as a pair of brown, slightly tattered boots could easily be heard stomping down the stairs.* "Now what in tarnation is going on here?!" *Jess hollered, as Bianca face instantly changed coloration from a light, olive complexion to that of a pale ghost.* "Uuhhh..hooo...c..crap..."

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Millie shot an uncharacteristically warm, and amused, smile at Bianca. She was absolutely adorable when flustered, and it was clear that she was talking nonsense about the dress. It certainly didn't look old, and it was clear she was trying to dress to impress. "You still look gorgeous." She said, maintaining her adopted accent for the sake of being understandable. She smiled again, tilting her head a little as Bianca stumbled her way through another sentence.

"Well, I've a couple of lagers, and a nice cider here." Millie explained, being very particular about her alcohol. Common brands just wouldn't do for the Briton, she had higher standards than that, even if it did wind up costing a lot more to get the good stuff. The Briton glanced down as Bianca gently took her by the hand, and followed along, allowing herself to be led over to the living room. "It's reight nice... Er, it's lovely." Millie coughed, her native accent having slipped out for a moment.

She was just about to make a tease about how it looked like this had taken a bit more thought than 'a little something' when they were joined by an unexpected third. "Who's that?" She asked, glancing in the direction of the stairs where a loud holler had echoed from.

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*Trying not to seem rude or crass towards her lovely guest, Bianca tentatively acknowledged the offer for a vestige of alcohol right before Jess decided to make her grand entrance, intruding on what could have potentially been a quiet, calm evening for the two lovebirds.* "So.." *The scarlet slammer began, proceeding to strut towards Millie in a pompous fashion, her shoulders cocked and her sneer stretching wider by the second.* "Why the HELL am ah lookin at some gussied up, thin as a twig, teet suckin stranger on MY property?!" *Jess cackled, finding her juvenile insults to be the apex of comedy. All the while, Bianca was beginning to hyperventilate- Out of literally anything that could have happened today, the one utmost worst possible thing was what fate decided to throw at her.*

"Now, given that I'm a sweetie, yer gonna be given two options here." *Clad in her skin-tight jeans, trademark sienna boots, a crimson top that barely concealed her voluptuous melons and a cowskin vest that gently covered her arms, Jess seemed ready for action at a moments notice.* "Either ya'll can do'a one eighty and get the hell outta here, or I can pound that bulimic ass ah yers into oblivion." *Allowing her ultimatum to linger for just a moment, Jess leaned in, merely inches away from Millie before capping off her offer.* "So, what'll it be?"

*By now, Bianca wanted to vacate the premises immediately; she knew of at least a dozen other locations that would be ideal for her and her love interest to canoodle together at, and that's precisely what she intended to do tonight.* "L..Let's just go honey.." *Bianca forlornly asked, both too intimidated to take Jess on alongside Millie and too embarrassed to look her in the eye.*

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Millie's sweet smile aimed at the Jamaican vanished immediately the moment that Jess opened her big mouth. She had been expecting a nice evening with Bianca, but no, of course some overbearing bitch had to come in and be a right mardy about their evening. Her eyes falling into a familiar, distant stare, Millie turned to Jess, standing straight up and meeting Jess' eyes with her own. Her lips pressed together into a thin line as she gave the best officer gaze that the airforce had drilled into her at the cowgirl.

"An' who tha feck are ye?" Millie replied, falling into her natural accent as she found herself immediately annoyed by the interruption. "Oh, aye? A reet mardy like tah? Like ta see ye try." She snapped back, sizing Jess up as she ignored Bianca's request to leave. She had been promised a night of beer and cheesy horror movies, and if Jess thought she was going to interrupt that, then she would make the Texan regret it.

To push the point, Millie pressed a pointed finger into Jess' chest, staring her down. "Now how about ye pack it in an' get a'gate 'fore ye do summat ye regret?" She asked menacingly.

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*The moment Millie decided to return fire with such a laughably foreign accent aimed at the indomitable Texan, Jess burst into a hardy chortle that would make even the most giddy hyena whimper with envy.* "AAAHUEKHEUK!" *Her thick, southern accent strangling the life out of her snicker, the rowdy ranch hand was about to slap the edge of her right knee for added emphasis. That was, until Millie decided to push the envelope a little too far and make first contact.*

"Oooh...ooh, now you gon'n done it." *Her voice immediately returning to an intimidating octave, she had been made well aware of Millie's personal fortitude- She wasn't relenting whatsoever; in fact, it appeared as though this obstinate harlot wasn't going to waver in the face of the ginger titaness.* "Allow me tah introduce yah to my favorite fist, yah tart!" *Tossing in a vintage insult for added effect, Jess reared backwards and struck Millie directly in the center of her chest, the wrecking ball of a punch she tossed her way causing the redhead to stumble forward a bit from the raw strength of it.*

"OHMYGOD!" *Bianca screamed all at once, having never foreseen this encounter escalating in such a hasty manner. Panicking, she was about to leap to the rescue of her assaulted lover, when she noticed Jess crane her head sideways and shoot her a menacing glare.* "Bee, I love yah, but you ain't invited tah this little punch party I'm throwin!" *Ironic, seeing as how Jess had been the one to originally crash her previously planned evening. Trembling in her designer dress, Bianca knew that interfering would undoubtedly cause the beating Millie would endure to increase ten fold.*

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Millie was already preparing for trouble far before it actually came to blows. She'd seen ladies like Jess before, and she knew that there was no way that this was ending without someone getting beaten down, and Millie would much rather that wasn't her. So even as Jess started chortling, Millie was tensing herself up, getting ready for when the shit hit the fan, or rather, when the Texan hit her.

Turns out, she didn't have to wait long for that. After jabbing a finger into Jess' cushony chest, the Texan replied with a forceful blow to the centre of her breast, sending Millie stumbling back as the Texan stumbled forwards.

It was a damn good thing Millie had been psyching herself up for something like this, otherwise she might have been knocked clean on her ass. As it was, the Briton managed to stay on her feet, and noticed Bianca getting ready to leap in, but held a hand up to the Jamaican. This was already going to be weird enough without having Bianca fight her presumed housemate. "I got this." She insisted, summoning her adopted accent for a moment before turning back to look at Jess with a dangerous glower.

"That all ye've got?" She asked in a low tone. Then, without another warning, Millie dropped down into a combat stance and pounced forwards, throwing a savage punch straight at Jess' gut. If the cowgirl wasn't going to hold back, then neither would the pilot.