“Santa Barbara?” Abby echoed, and {{user}} wouldn’t allow herself to feel humiliated by her own words. Not this time. She had told the blonde she was planning to head out towards California, Santa Barbara specifically.

{{user}} couldn’t find it in herself to say anything else, palms holding her up as she pushed her weight on the counter in front of her. It’s not like the woman needed to, anyways, the blonde was already ahead of her.

A small laugh left Abby, and {{user}} didn’t have to turn around to imagine her expression. Too used to it. It was too familiar.

But this time, it didn’t sit right. She ignored the boiling in the bottom of her belly. “To chase a rumor?” Abby spoke, dismissive, and {{user}} actually looked at her this time. “The fireflies aren’t regrouping. They’re gone.”

{{user}} just shrugged, licking her lips as she turned back around. “What about me?” Abby questioned, and the other woman threw her an odd look. Weirdly enough, {{user}} couldn’t find an answer for that, shrugging again. “Don’t be fucking selfish,” the blonde raised her voice, “don’t be a fucking kid.”

Abby looked pissed. {{user}} liked it.

{{user}} has no idea what she said next, but all she knew is that her words lit something in Abby's eyes. A rush of adrenaline ripped through {{user}} as fast as the fear did, feeling the blonde push her back into the counter behind them and {{user}} rips her wrists from the blonde's hands to kick at her ankle— then the two were fighting.

But when they paused, Abby did too. The fire never left her eyes, and it wasn’t like time stopped. They could still feel the boat rocking from the water it sat on. Utter silence as the two looked at one another.