It was their fifth run at college life and Dante had decided to go to her college. She in a blonde wig and the name Farah, Dante in a different baseball cap but still worn low.
Dante had stopped playing baseball since he'd gotten too good. It was starting to draw too much attention. He'd taken up a job at the local grocer, just to have something to do after classes. He was a good employee, well liked by his boss.
Farah worked at a salon so she could get discounts on the wigs they sell. It was a good job, the pay was decent. Too bad her boss was a raging bitch. During lunch breaks Farah would go over to the grocer's to complain about her to Dante.
"The fucking bitch is pregnant again." she groaned, "like she wasn't enough of a cunt already without the hormones."
"Didn't she give birth recently?" asked Dante.
"I know, right? She's like a gumball machine, just keeps popping em out."
Dante laughed so hard that he almost knocked over the melons he was stacking.
"Yeah, that," began Farah, pointing to one of the melons, "is what her boobs look like right now. And it leaks and hurts and she always complains about it."
"Hey, cut her some slack. It must be tough having to work while pregnant. Not to mention she has other kids to take care of."
"She's got enough slack from me. I put up with her shit everyday."
"If you're so sick of her why don't you quit? You could work here."
"I'd rather deal with her than see your stupid face everyday." she scoffed. Dante laughed.
Suddenly they heard a noise. A group of big, burly young men had entered the shop and were throwing eggs and tomatoes around, laughing like hyenas.
Dante ignored them and continued stacking melons. Farah was aghast.
"What the hell are they doing?" she cried.
"Leave them alone. They come here sometimes and mess things up as a prank." whispered Dante, pulling his baseball cap low, "they call it floor omelette."
"And you're not going to do anything about it?"
"It's just a prank. They'll leave soon."
Farah looked at the group of rowdy boys. They were built like footballers.
"Are you scared because they're big?" she shot at Dante. He doesn't answer. Farah gave him a dirty look and stomped towards the boys.
"Hey!" she barked, "you assholes better clean this up!"
The boys stopped. They seemed delighted to see her.
"Well hello there little lady." cooed the biggest, "want us to show ya a good time?"
"Women like me don't waste time on small dick chumps like you." she barked again. The boy turned bright red, both from anger and embarrassment. He lunged forward and pushed her. Farah landed in a heap on the floor, covered in the mess they made.
"Fuck you, whore!" he yelled, and they all left.
Farah sat there, fuming, covered in a muck of tomato and eggs. Dante walked over to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Farah turned to him, her eyes white hot with fury. She pushed him until he fell into the same muck.
"Grow a fucking spine, Dante!" she yelled. Then she got up and left him there, without bothering to clean herself.
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