"honey really, i don't know why you two don't get along. you are so alike"

have you even seen two women fight in public?
no, i don't mean women fighting in the wwf ring...
in public, with other people whom they respect.
just that one single woman
in her group
that is all it takes to sour.

but it is magical to see them attack.

one smiles widley, revealing razor sharp fangs, and catipultes a compliment at the other.
poor compliment, who was merely biding his time in the pool that other guests often go fishing in, where he would have had a happy home in a malnurished ego.
instead, he is shot like a cannon into the cavity of the other woman. his belly roasted on her simmering skillot, his facial hair singed off.

the counter attack takes skill to be done to prefection. the loud unashamed laugh. it has to be equal parts audibal threat and pitty laughter. it has to be loud enough so that her ears will surley melt morbidly interanlly
yet quiet enough that the guests notice nothing of unease.

a break in the action. both sides retreating for reinforcements
moments of conversation. rest easily for a few moments. after a few more moments it appears that all is well.
A cease fire.

or is it?
the peace aggreement disrupted by dropping a name into the conversation.

the agressive hand hold, usually one hand but look out if she grabs both, and if she shakes the hands in air...well lets hope you're family knows you love them.

and the laughter, a potent mix of gun powdery disdain, "he was my college mate"

the light pat of the back or perhaps head, depending on the carnage so far, "oh is he really that old?"

look for it at your next gathering, you may be surprised that you're girlfriend and your sister really dont "just love" one another.


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