01<@Ardweden> [Tony wordlessly drags Tiffany down the hall and to under the stairwell. It's a pretty good hiding spot, all told, as even the janitors miss it: there's a few junk food wrappers and empty soda cans down there. He pushes her to the floor, blocking the only exit.] 06* Tiffany trips and catches herself on the floor, scraping her knees. She's used to it though, so she picks herself up quickly. "Seriously! What the fuck, Tony?" She turns around to look at him, holding her hair away from the side of her face. She then notices she's got more scrapes from the soda cans and a wrapper stuck to her hand, backed up to the wall. 01<@Ardweden> ["I should ask *you* what the fuck," Tony says, half-whispering and glaring at her, "and keep your fucking voice down."] 06* Tiffany gives him a half stare, head cocked to the side. "What? You think that eventually I wasn't going to get tired of your guys' shit and try to do something about it?" All of you guys are smarter than that. Including fucking Tyler. So I've got a right to know what the fuck is going on. Okay, not Steve. But the *rest* of you. 01<@Ardweden> ["If you're so fucking smart, then why are you such a stupid bitch!" Tony snarls. "We were *trying* to help you."] By *what*? By encouraging Josh to shove me around and shoving me down on the floor and everything? *Real* fucking helpful. Why the fuck should you care about *me*, Tony? I never did shit to you either way. 01<@Ardweden> [Tony rolls his eyes. "Look, I don't know what's going on, all right? Between you and Tyler. And I don't really want to fucking know, if he doesn't want to tell me."] Don't worry. I *still* hate Tyler's guts. That hasn't changed. 01<@Ardweden> ["Whatever."] 06* Tiffany folds her arms across her chest and looks at Tony. She seems to have calmed down a bit. "Since you dragged me out here, you care to tell me what's going on? I'm assuming that's why you brought me out all this way rather than shoving my face into my own tray, right?" 01<@Ardweden> [Tony glares at Tiffany for a while longer, then sighs. "Yeah, sure, since you're obviously too stupid to get it otherwise."] Yeah. I'm sorry. I'll follow your twitter next time so I can get a full out scoop of your entire life. 01<@Ardweden> [Tony tenses, and for a moment he looks like he's going to hit Tiffany. "You know nothing about me."] 06* Tiffany sighs a little bit and looks off to the side. "You're right. I don't. Look, just tell me, okay? You're trying to help me out here and I actually appreciate it." 01<@Ardweden> [He nods curtly. "Fine. I'll put it in small words for you."] 01<@Ardweden> ["You were always pretty low on the pole, but J's got it in for you now. 'specially with the white knight around. The more he sticks his nose in, the more J wants to get at both of you."] 06* Tiffany sighs. "Fuck. I knew this was gonna happen. Goddamn it, I tried to warn Hank..." She pounds a wall. 01<@Ardweden> ["Me 'n' T, we've already started to try to get him to lighten up, but it's *hard*, you know?" Here, Tony rubs his face. "You're bad target practice, even if... well, if we wanted you to be a target anymore. But that's just making J more interested, and it's- it's not good all around."] 06* Tiffany sighs and rubs her arms, looking off to the side. "Thanks." 01<@Ardweden> ["Yeah, well." Tony scuffs at the ground. "Like I said, you're all right when you're not eating mulch."] Look, there's nothing I can do...I *tried* to make Hank stop being a fuckin' knight in shining armor, but the boy ain't got a fucking clue... 06* Tiffany keeps rubbing her arms. "I'm used to taking shit but he ain't used to other people taking shit...it's gonna end bad..." 01<@Ardweden> ["Right. We do what we can, but J, he's... don't get on his bad side. So if I hafta mess up you up, sorry in advance."] 06* Tiffany sighs. "Look, Tony...your secret's safe with me. I won't act on knowing that you don't really wanna hurt me and all." She glances at him for a moment. "But Tyler knows what I'm talking about and I think he feels its important. So talk to him about it, alright?" Even if the stubborn bullhead won't admit it. 01 [Tony shrugs, hands now jammed in his pockets. "Not sure what I'm supposed to tell him that he doesn't already know, but fine."] 06* Tiffany rubs her arms. "I'll see if Javy and the others can get Hank to lay off. But I can't promise anything." She reaches her hand up to her face and rubs it too. "God, this is all fucked up. Why couldn't this year have just been like more of last year?" 01 [Tony just shrugs again.] 06* Tiffany suddenly looks up and glances down the hallway. "Shit. Someone's coming. You should get the hell out of here." 01 [Tony glances back, then nods before saying in his normal speaking voice, "See you 'round, Tiff. Glad we had this little chat."] Yeah. 06* Tiffany smiles a little bit. "You're not a bad guy after all, Tony. Thanks." 01 [Tony just shakes his head at Tiffany's comment before heading out from under the staircase.] 06* Tiffany falls down after Tony heads out, landing on her bottom with her back to the wall. She's just kind of staring forward and her right hand goes subconsciously to her left forearm. She presses her nail into her arm. Hard. 06* Tiffany breathes heavily as she responds to Javy. Her hand tenses and her nail in harder and she cowers her head a little bit in response, trying to keep her voice calm. 06* Tiffany stops pressing into her wrist just after Javy asks if he can come over and shifts so that she's holding onto her forearm instead. She's looking down at her knees though.