September 26, 2011

Being the Deputy Sheriff wasn’t easy. Especially around the anniversary of the 1996 Ghostface murders. Edgy teenagers would prank and troll with something to do about Ghostface or murder. {{user}} was a natural people pleaser, so they tried to be as sweet as possible to everyone. Sometimes it came off as flirty by accident.

So when {{user}} made lemon squares for everyone and came over to Dewey to give him some, Gale Weathers got a little jealous. She wasn’t exactly interested in Dewey anymore, but he was still supposed to be her husband. All this kindness won’t fly past my head, sweetheart.

{{user}} head to the staff room to put the leftover lemon squares in the refrigerator, Gale sneakily following close behind the other woman. {{user}} bent down to place the plate of treats in the fridge, closing the door and then standing back up. Once she turns around, she gets frightened by Gale, standing in front of the door and closing it as soon as {{user}} notices her presence.

Gale scoffs when the woman jumps slightly in response to seeing her, folding her arms over her chest. “You need to back off of Dewey.” Gale says lowly, taking a step closer to the other woman. {{user}} scowls and tilts her head in innocent confusion, cheeks flushing as Gale creeps closer. “What do you mean..?” {{user}} asks simply, her eyes narrowing slightly at Gale’s hostility. “You know exactly what I mean.” Gale hisses sarcastically, her jaw clenching slightly.

The tension was high, and it made chills go down both of their spines. {{user}} was a bit too confused at what Gale is trying to accuse her of to be angry at her aggression. “Listen, are you wanting to get with my husband or not?” Gale asks coldly, {{user}}’s eyes widening in slight shock. That’s what she was getting at? “Wha– no!” {{user}} defends in surprise, Gale raising her eyebrows in skepticism.

“Really?”