Pink slammed the empty box on the bathroom sink. She made one last check, but there were no others. Cursing loudly, she stomped into the bedroom.

“JOSHUA!!”

Accustomed to her temper, JC didn’t even tear his eyes from the James Bond movie he was watching.

“Uhu?”

She stepped in front of the set, blocking his view.

“I’m OUT of hair DYE.”

“Uhu...I can’t see the TV, fatass.” He motioned with his hands for her to move.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BUY ME A BOX THIS MORNING WHEN YOU CAME HOME. I TOLD YOU!!”

She stomped her foot, and when she got no response, continued.

“YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME DAMN IT! IF YOU NEEDED HAIR SHIT I’M SURE--”

He stood up and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door.

Pink stalked over and turned the knob.

Locked.

She hit the door with her fist.

“DON’T LOCK ME OUT OF MY OWN BATHROOM, SHITHEAD. I NEED TO DYE MY ROOTS! BUT SINCE YOU’RE SUCH A GOOD FOR NOTHING SHIT THERE’S NO DYE FOR ME TO DO IT WITH!!”

JC undid his pants and took a piss.

He opened the door and stared down at her.

“Yeah, you DO need to do something about that hair of yours.” He smirked.

“ARGH!”

She pushed past him into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Laughing, JC settled back on the bed and focused on the television.

~*~

JC looked up when Pink re-emerged.

She stood there, smirking arrogantly.

“Your hair looks the same, shorty.”

She continued to smirk, hands on hips.

He rolled his eyes.

“I poured all your gel down the sink.” She grinned.

JC looked at her, eyes wide.

He opened and closed his mouth several times, then jumped to his feet.

“YOU DID WHAT?!?”

Pink laughed.

“FUCK! I HAVE A MEETING TO GO TO IN TWO HOURS! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO-”

“You can buy more when you go out to get my hair dye.” She interrupted.

“I am NOT buying you hair dye now. Nu-uh. FORGET IT.”

The movie forgotten, he glared at her.

She glared back.

He shook his head.

“Bitch.”

Pink walked over, got up in his face.

“Prick.”

“Whore.”

“Stupid. Ass. Wipe.”

She punctuated each word with a poke to his chest.

“Midget.”

He hit her on top of the head.

“Asshole.”

She pushed him backward onto the bed.

He pulled her on top of him.

“Fatass.”

His hands moved down her sides, to her butt.

“Nosefreak.”

She slide her hands up under his shirt.

“Whore.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Wuz that make YOU, my pimp?”

He pulled her closer to his face, kissed her.

After a while, Pink pulled away slightly, grinning.

JC grinned back at her.

“You really do need to fix that hair of yours, honey.” He shook his head.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Pressing herself against him, she flipped off the lamp.