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[argentchasseur]

Text @ Adrianna, Allison, and Mike

Chris: I'm on my way home. You guys need anything from the store?

[wickedadrianna]

Anger Management | Mike + Adrianna

How she and Mike were related was something that Adrianna pondered after hearing he wasn't going to handle a car blocking something he really wanted. Honestly, Adrianna pondered how she and Mike were related some other times, too. The Everetts weren't a very happy and sane family – or at least her part of the family wasn't. She was raised with a very vicious mindset and Mike seemed to be nicer than she was and far more sane, even with how close he and Harper were before Harper's death.

She hadn't bothered to change out of her training clothes, which was a simple pair of black yoga pants, a black tank top and zip up sweater. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, her feet weren't adorned with her usual boots, but instead a pair of well-worn gym shoes. Her hands were wrapped with black knuckles tape and covered by fingerless gloves. There was so much anger building up inside of her that she was practically jumping at the opportunity to take it out on something that wasn't her punching bag.

With a bat settled nicely in her front seat, Adrianna turned the keys in the ignition of her black Audi A4 (it was slightly beat up after accidentally hitting a guard rail on the drive down from Seattle) and started the drive to Taco Bell where her cousin was angry at some guy who blocked the door but wouldn't do anything about it.

Adrianna pulled the car next to Mike and turned it off. Without a word, she pulled the bat from the front seat and stepped out of the car before moving to the other (a nice Cadillac) and sending a sound swing at the windshield. It cracked with a loud rippling sound and Adrianna felt a smile of satisfaction cross her face before turning to look at Mike, "It mightn't move the car, but I can guarantee that if I keep hammering the car, the owner will come out and move it eventually. Or try to kill me, either way it should be fun." She swung the bat gently, not hitting the car, but assessing the next place to swing.