"So, Russian's, huh?"
Once again, Hawkin's is in danger-this time, from crazy-evil Russian's who want to destroy everything. And in true Mary Hopper fashion, she manages to get caught up in the middle of it with her best friend who now works in the...
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Mary had cleaned up the mess—which had taken at least thirty minutes whilst Buffy sat behind the counter, painting over her chipped nails. Leonard was gone and that left Mary and Buffy alone together. Mary plotted all the ways she could get back at the girl—running her over with her car being a huge contender. But her car was still at the shop after a burst tire.
When she finished up, she was sweating. The kids party had been a hard one to tame when she was a one-woman army. The bowling alley was seriously understaffed and with Buffy being a lazy bitch who would rather real magazines and paint her nails, Mary was left to do it all on her own. She had caught one kid trying to crawl into the hole where the balls and pins went into and she had to yell at him to come back whilst his parents turned a blind-eye. If he was Mary's kid, she would've made sure she lost him in a supermarket.
Finally, it was six o'clock and Mary finished wiping down the counter whilst Buffy slid on her leather jacket over the top of her uniform. It didn't match her look at all—since Buffy was all black, chains and leather with dark makeup. It seemed that the Hollywood Bowl was hiring just about anyone.
On the way out, after locking up, Mary caught onto Buffy's arm, "What the hell was that earlier?" She demanded, her fingers curled around the girls arm clad in leather. Buffy was smaller than Mary, so she had that on her in the intimidation game—but it didn't seem like Buffy was afraid of anything. Not even someone who had once been the Queen of Hawkins High.
"You mean your little accident? I mean, it's not my fault you're so damn clumsy and—"
"Cut the shit, Buffy," Mary warned, tightening her grip on the girls arm who flinched slightly under her grip, "What did I ever do to make you hate me so much? You've had it in for me since we started working together. Honestly, what the fuck did I do?" She demanded, keeping her voice low. From the corner of her eye, she could see Steve's car parked and that he was flashing his lights at her—telling her to move her ass. But she had to have this fight with Buffy.
"Are you really that dense, Hopper?" Buffy hissed, stepping closer to her—trying to win back the intimidation game, "Have you completely blocked out everything from high school? I can't imagine why. It must have been amazing for you." Buffy fake gushed and Mary furrowed her brows, having no clue what she was getting at.
"What're you talking about?"
Buffy scoffed bitterly, "So, you really don't remember the endless teasing, huh? The constant snide remarks?" She spat, making Mary screw up her face further.
"What? I don't think I even spoke to you in high school—"
"So, because you just stood around and let Tommy, Carol and Steve tease me that makes it okay? It makes you innocent?" Buffy spoke over her, her eyes narrowed firmly into a glare and Mary could see the hatred in her eyes, "I mean, you stood there and you laughed. But at least you weren't the one saying the mean things, huh?" Mary's mouth opened and closed. She honestly couldn't remember ever talking to Buffy in high school—all she remembered was that until her senior year, she wore glasses and had frizzy hair. Had they all really teased her? And was Mary so self-centred that she had forgot all about it?
