Snip 2: Beat the Noise

(Doing some dialogue/general flow experimentation. Obviously punctuation & capitalization are still in the works here, but I figured another taste wouldn't hurt. / This is about mid-story, w/ another appropriate song attached to the post. Enjoy!)

I set to foot & was nearing the bar in no time; once I reached the parking lot my thoughts were moving so fast I couldn’t keep track of them. Until I saw Dillon standing outside the door, then my mind partially ceased & I heard only a low ringing. The look on his face as he caught sight of me was that of happiness, but slight distress, since I’m sure he knew what was coming. As I approached closely I held out Kris’ hairpiece, as he stood solid w/ arms crossed.
“You didn’t___ did you?” I asked, not using a harsh or loud tone.
“Mia, ___no, of course not. She left that thing there & I didn’t touch it. I’ve watched her operate since I’ve been working here, & last night seemed personal. I’ll admit that gaudy thing disturbed me in my sleep though, while you were gone.”
“How so?” I softened a bit & let my arm fall back down to my side, as he thrust both of his out into the air for a moment.
“Because it wasn’t yours! You were gone, & it was just proof some shit would go down when you got back.”
“How far did my so-called friend go, by the way?” as I asked, he shifted uncomfortably in his stance.
“That’s not even a so-called friend, Mia, that’s a whore___.”
“___Brilliant. The cow is still trying to be clever.”
“She kept putting her hands on me, tried to sit in my lap & when I got up she followed me to our room. It was so loud I didn’t know she was behind me until I turned around, by that time she was putting her arms around me & trying to kiss me. I pulled her off & asked what she thought she was doing, but it was like I said nothing. She sat down on the bed, just to make my skin crawl, & started messing w/ her hair. Kept going on about, “ he shrugged, “being attractive too & how the two of you share everything. I tried to lead her out by the arm & ended up having to pry her off of me & slam the door in her face. That chick is disturbed.” hearing his take on the events left me angry w/ the feeling of calm cold, as I stared at the door. Silent. Still I heard nothing but that low ringing in place of my forethoughts, “She’s in there.” I heard Dillon say smoothly.
“What histrionic bullshit!” I said full of distress, then after a moment full of fury once again, “What a whore!”
One good thing about this particular group of people was that they respected a fight they knew was coming. Passing through the front door straight-faced was easy, & a few different people looked at me as I made my way; some even out of my way. Sure, it had been a long time, but I had known half of those people even longer. She was sitting at the bar, & couldn’t be missed, because she always made sure to sit down under one of the hanging lights w/ her dyed black hair & drawn on eyebrows. The devil painted like a clown in ceramic-fit punk styling. I saw what was happening & that I triggered it, but either way someone would have pulled something___ they always do. Apparently I managed to get so wrapped up in myself, I just didn’t think about the potential of someone stabbing me in the back that badly.
“Mia! Girl, what’s up? I’ve been waiting for you!” yelled Myrah, the bar tender.
I simply smiled at her & she winked. The bar tenders & bouncers always knew everything, & it was obvious Kris had been alerted as her posture went stiff. I slid between her & whoever was on the opposite bar stool w/ a smile on my face.
“Hello puppet___.” I held up her hair fascinator, “Been after something while I was gone?” she looked petrified underneath her glib demeanor.
“Oh my god, where did you find it!? I thought I lost it forever!” she spewed in desperation.
“Don’t waste it on me you faberge whore!” grabbing a wad of her product sprayed tangle hair, I growled into her face, “You have lost something forever, & it’s NOT a hair pin!” I began dragging her kicking & screaming to the back alley, w/ no one stopping me. Shoving open the door w/ my body & tossing her through it, she fell on the few steps leading up to the alley. Bracing her leg against the concrete stairs w/ my boot, I took the ankle of her other & began twisting it until she screamed, “What did you think you were doing w/ my boyfriend?”
“What are you talking about? I was really drunk that night & on pills. You know how crazy I get!” she tried to wriggle away from me & wailed, “You can stop hurting me now!”
“Crazy?!” I yelled, “You must be to make a pass at him in our own room! Acknowledging THAT night & acting like your drug-induced state makes you innocent, is just the topper. Half the bar knows why I’m here & Dillon told me what happened. I’m not operating blind, Kris! YOU ARE!”
Leaning down quickly I sliced her face w/ a sharp edge of the hairpiece. She dabbed her fingers over the cut & looked at the blood; which angered her, thus breaking the flimsy act.
“Fine! I know what I did, & why not!?” I let her stand up, as I stepped out into the alley, “You get the one sane & sober guy around here, the one that doesn’t even bother w/ other girls & now only thinks of you.” she sneered at me as she spoke, “If anything I’m going to fuck him for every girl in this bar!”
Before I could think I had knocked her in the jaw & she landed in a puddle of mud amidst broken asphalt.
“You!” I laughed, “You’re going to fuck him for every girl in the bar!” I jeered mockingly as I walked toward her, “When you wake up tomorrow I hope the damage is enough that you’re able to see past that selfish, hollowed out excuse you use as a personality. If this is what you call popular, then you should look up the word pathetic & compare the two.”
My boot swung toward her face & in the next blink she was unconscious. Before walking away I jammed the fascinator in her ratted & dirtied mop of hair.