“why the hell are you mad at me?! you’re the one that sent me for the damn job!!” courtney yelled, eyebrows furrowed in anger.

“well maybe if you weren’t such a fuck-up, both of our jobs would be easier.” {{user}} shouted back, silence filling the room as the insult weighed on the both of them.

”shit. visi, i didn’t mean—“ {{user}} began,

“—no, it’s fine, i’m just a fuck-up, right?” courtney huffed, taking in a large inhale before disappearing.

“damn.” sonar’s voice sounded from the corner. “didn’t know you had that in you, dispatcher.” he snickered.

“what—you guys gonna get a divorce now?” flambae joked.

“all of you, out.” {{user}} pointed to the door. punch-up started, “awh, already? i haven’t finished me drink—“

“fuckin’ out.” {{user}} growled. the z-team exited one by one, leaving {{user}} to sit alone, with her thoughts.

“visi.” she called out.

“visi i’m sorry.” {{user}} tried again,

“a fuck-up?” courtney finally reconstructed, raising her inhaler to breathe in some much needed oxygen. “really?”