#SIDNEY GOING ON TH EPANICKED DEFENSIVE VERY BRIEFLY AND SAYING SHE WASNT FREAKING OUT

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"True, you're just getting insecure about NOTHING, and fuck me if I understand WHY." Seriously, what was going on? Sid and Gale had always had a certain... TENSION... The same way Gale had a certain tension with Dooey. She'd blamed it on TRAUMA BONDING, and believe her, it had to be the single most conflicting and confusing thing she had EVER been through. But the feelings were still there. And if Sidney was getting insecure, paranoid and jealous, over imagined ideas of who Gale may or may not find "HOTTER" than her? Well, if that wasn't a fucking RED ALERT, her name wasn't Gale. "Oh, come on, really? A headline out of nothing? We're going to go THERE right now? Well excuse me for caring." Head pivoted like one of those classic VALLEY GIRLS in greaser musicals, as if to emphasize her points, only be to DRAGGED TO A SCREECHING HALT upon realizing that Sidney Prescott had never ONCE looked BACK AT HER this whole time.

"Hey, Earth to Sid, my face is not that way. And I'm starting to think that YOU'RE THE ONE who has a thing for her." FREEZE UP. Words trailed and Gale glanced around guiltily. "N-Not that that means I'M insecure or anything. Just that you seem WAY MORE TAKEN by her than I do." Aaaaand Sidney STILL wasn't looking her way. Clack of her tongue, roll of her eyes, chest heaving in a SIGH. "Miss Weathers? Really?" Brow raised. "And there I was thinking you'd GROWN UP at some point between drop the TV on Stu Macher's head and putting one between Billy's eyes." Was that REALLY something to talk about in the middle of a night? Didn't really matter. For all her composure, Gale could be remarkably FRAGILE, and in her line of working being TWICE THE AGE of Sidney Prescott meant that she had a TICKING TIMEBOMB on her career.

Yes, Sidney had told her NOT TO GIVE A SHIT about that stuff, but at the same time, she'd made it crystal clear numerous times that NO ONE gave a shit about the bitch reporting the news. And Sidney had been ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. Which only made it more imperative that she reported everything she could while still in PRIME. Before all those eyes turned away the next slim, hot, trendy reporter with a breakout story. "Oh, you finally remembered I'm here." Mirthful smile. "Hi, my name's Gale, nice to meet you. Didn't mean to INTERRUPT your priorly scheduled EYE FUCKING of the stranger making you insecure and jealous." Okay, WHO was insecure and jealous now? HEAVY BLUSH when Sidney brought up the idea of EATING SOMEONE OUT IN THE BATHROOM. Her clit THRUMMED but the images in her were decidedly NOT featuring a blonde. Rather, the girl she was eating out was of the, uhh... BRUNETTE variety. "Why do you say that like I make a habit out of it?" Pause. Brow ridged. "...Or that you've got experience doing it yourself...?" Hot sweat, racing heart, a fucked up megalomaniacal mix of JEALOUSY & LUST, INSECURITY & SOMETHING ELSE. (The fear of being LEFT BEHIND?) She grabbed at her cocktail glass. "I think we need a refill, you coming?" Had she been thinking clearly, Gale MIGHT have realized that the girl Sidney had been ogling was ALSO making her way to the bar right about now...

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xbloodiedxkneesx asked: “Come on; even I know that they’re hotter than me.” (Sid @ Gale)

Brow ridge, creasing in FRUSTRATED BEFUDDLEMENT. “Excuse me?” Question wasn’t INTENDED to come across quite so DEFENSIVE or ACCUSATORILY. “Where’s this coming from?” Since when did Sidney Prescott care who was hot and who wasn’t? “Sid, you’re the one that told me not to give a SHIT what anyone else thinks. I don’t know why you’re freaking out about this.” Had Gale even DONE ANYTHING to give Sid the IMPRESSION that she might have found the other girl attractive? And what did it even matter? How deep at this entanglement between the two ran? “Wait. Wait… Are you jealous? Do you think I’m just gonna RUN OFF INTO THE SUNSET with some random broad we met in a club that smells like ass?” Gale couldn’t figure out whether to be MAD or TOUCHED, and that tearing itself raised a whole bunch of new questions. Like whether this thing between her and Sidney truly was REAL. If this meant that… TALKS had to happen. Boundaries set. If Sid even felt that way. Hell, wait, did GALE even feel that way? What about Dooey? What about the guys in SID’s life? What did ANY of this mean? “And what the Hell made you think they were hotter than you?”

          “I - I’M NOT 𑁋 I MEAN 𑁋 I’M HARDLY…FREAKING OUT.” That much was true. Sidney had made one, itsy-bitsy, teensy-weensy, self-deprecating comment over her fourth cocktail of the night. It hadn’t been that she was JEALOUS or anything. “Leave it to Gale Weathers to make headlines out of nothing.” Roll of eyes & she finished her drink, straw peeking out between her lips as she glanced over at the other girl. Big-breasted. Blonde. Looking straight out of one of those playboy magazines she’d caught Billy touching himself to back in the day. Now so wasn’t the time to think about her ex, psycho boyfriend, who allegedly raped & killed her mother before fucking & then trying to KILL. HER. “I’m just saying…You’d have to be BLIND not to think she’s hotter than me.” At this point, it was starting to sound like Sidney was the one who had a thing for the slutty sorority girl. “Broad? Seriously?” A small, amused chuckle as she teased the woman. She’d NEVER heard anyone aside from her dad use language like that. “Just how old are you, Miss Weathers?” PLAYFUL LILT in her tone & a raise of brows as she finally tore her gaze off the blonde & fixed it on the reporter. “Nah, not run off into the sunset or anything. Maybe eat her out in the bathroom or something?” She was WAY TOO DRUNK to be having this conversation. “I mean, look at her.” Comical wave of her hand in the woman’s direction. “She does smell like ass, though.”