fandomhigh | Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide; Friday, First Period [12/20]

Rosa had actually gotten back ~~oh-so-handwavily~~ Wednesday night, but she'd spent all day yesterday simply enjoying the solitutde of her arpartment and the company of her dog, because the job they'd pulled her in for back home involved a stake-out. With Charles Boyle. For a whole week. And, sure, the guy had once taken a bullet to the butt for her and she actually did like him, for the most part, but being around Boyle for an hour was taking, much less a week, so, yeah, she was definitely going to revel in not having to deal with anyone except her stupid dog for a while.

And then head to her last class. Just in time for the mistletoe, too. Thankfully, it seemed to at least have some concept of decency and boundaries by avoiding the classroom...although maybe it might have something to do with the fact that Rosa, sitting at the desk up front, feet on the table, was also armed with her flamethrower today.

Overkill?

Maybe.

But it was the small flamethrower!

Either way, she was there, and she assumed her students would be there, too, and eventually she got started.

"Okay," she said, "it's the last class. It's that stupid mistletoe day, and I'm sure you guys don't want to be here any more than I do, so we'll make this quick and easy. All you gotta do is tell me why you think you deserve to pass this class as a bad ass bitch."

Especially if you actually cooperated with the substitute teacher these last few weeks. Who even does that?

"That's it. Who wants to go first?"

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Like the bad ass bitch that you are.

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Or just appreciate Rosa's flamethrower. It is pretty nice.

Excessive, probably, but nice.

Mae was absolutely appreciating that flamethrower.

If she was very good, would this Santa person people talked about bring her one?

Let's hear it. Convince Rosa that you're a Bad Ass Bitch.

And if you're actually trying...you've probably already failed.

"I want a gremlin as a pet," Mae said.

Badass? Suicidally stupid? Really, where even was that line?

You know. It took maybe a brief second, but, really, Rosa had had Nightmare in her class enough to realize that this was not just a random statement or even a request but her actual answer for the 'exam,' and Rosa really could not feel surprised at all.

"Having a gremlin as a pet would be pretty bad ass," she agreed. So much better than a dog whose main attack was ruining nice leather boots. But she still sounded unimpressed. "Wanting a gremlin as a pet, though, is still pretty basic, who wouldn't want that?"

Literally everyone, Rosa.

"What else you got? Or is this your proposal, and now you're going to prove it by getting one?"

Rosa, no.

Mae shrugged. "I'll get around to it. Already named one." And then thought she was a rich Scottish duck for an afternoon. "Can a class really tell you if you're badass or not? I mean. It's a class."

"That's not really bad ass," Rosa noted, "that's just lazy. But you're right. A class can't tell you if you're bad ass or not. I can't even tell you that. Which is why it's you telling me that you are. I mean, the most bad ass thing you could have done was just tell me to fuck off and that it doesn't matter what I think and then just leave, but you kind of already biffed that one, so..."

"I never actually said it did," Mae pointed out. "I just said I wanted a gremlin and that I named one. His name is Little Joe. I'd feed him tacos and take him for walks and sicc him on my enemies."

Which really was a pretty solid plan if you could ever get past the whole 'training' part. Rosa tilted her head thoughtfully.

"And what's the plan," she wondered, "after you've sicced him on your enemies?"

"Why should I tell you? You've already decided if I'm going to pass or fail the class anyway, right?"

"Grades aren't final until the moment I hand them over to the moose later."

Much later. As in, not today, lest she end up kissing a moose or burning down the entire office. Either or.

Then Rosa quirked a brow at Nightmare.

"Do you actually care if you pass or fail?"

Mae shrugged. "Not really," she said honestly. "Passing would be nice, I guess, but failing wouldn't be the end of the world or anything."

She'd already failed about as hard as she could at life, so what did one class matter?

Rosa had been hoping for an answer more firmly in the negative than that, but at least it felt honest.

"Well, then, there you go," she said. "So it doesn't really matter if you tell me or not. But it'd be nice," she shrugged, "I guess."

Mae smirked a little. "Are you admitting to caring about something?"

Rosa snorted. "Not even a little," she said. "Besides, there's only one answer to that question anyway. You record what happens after they get bitten and then hold it for blackmail later."

“. . . Yes. That is clearly the only thing to do.”

She definitely hadn’t planned anything of the sort.

“The sub was a tool by the way. And weirdly obsessed with mooses.”

And that deserved another snort, really. And honestly, Rosa was kind of surprised that Crocker had actually did it. She was sure it was going to come around to her eventually, but that was a problem for future Rosa.

"Yeah, sorry about that," she said, her tone almost holding a hint of actual apology. "I'd normally have gotten Blackstone to cover, but she had her own thing she was taking care of."

And had gotten a much better sub, in her opinion, but that was beside the point.

Mae nodded, brightening again. "Her sub was hilarious. He kept catching on fire!"

To that, Rosa could only sigh a bit wistfully, shaking her head.

In part for the reminder that Beaker had been one of her favorite students even though she was pretty sure she never actually had him in any of her classes (and maybe that was why), and in part because it really was a damn shame that her sub hadn't been the one to catch on fire.

Can't win 'em all, she supposed.

"I'm sure Blackstone'll appreciate that you guys had fun."

Facepalms. There would be so, so many facepalms.

And a weird sense of pride.

Unless you're a piece of mistletoe, in which case you can just fuck off.

Edited 2019-12-20 11:10 (UTC)

I haven't written a class in so long that this felt a little weird.

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