Break Stuff (Patty & Tammy)

Tamsin came around to the front of the car as Patty wrenched it open with her pipe. Mystified, she watched as Patty explained the way cars worked through explosions. Tamsin actually didn't know that, and found that information both amazing and terrifying. Nodding she did as she was told, uncasing the spark plug and dropping it on the ground, as she had seen Patty do, and stomping on it to shatter it with the sole of her shoe.

She bent down to withdraw the small ceramic piece that was left over, turning it over between her fingers. It was incredible to thing that something like this could shatter glass. She reached up with her free hand and dropped the hood back down, and took a few steps back.

A small grin appeared on her face as she pulled her hand back to throw. Her body naturally assumed a pitcher's posture from years of practicing throwing baseballs, and in an instant the small bit of ceramic was flying through the air, and shattering the windshield into a million pieces. It was just like an action movie. In the moment after, with the adrenaline running through her veins, Tamsin felt more like a child than she had in years. The smile on her face when she looked back to Patty was one of sheer childish joy. "That was Awesome."

"Haha yeah, you're pretty good at that!" the older should-be-adult crooned with an equally large grin. She looked like a better throw than she was anyway, she probably liked sports. And that was cool because Patty liked sports too. But not like on TV, it was dumb to watch when you could go out to do it yourself but sometimes she got invested. Except right now she was invested in breaking shit, so much that she forgot why she was here but that was okay because, like, it didn't matter because she was havin' fun, right?
"Hey! Hey let's see if you can throw hard enough to get a windshield and the driver's side window! We juuuuuuuuust need anoooooooootheeeeeeeeeeeer........ That one! That one, that's got one in it, the blue one!" she pointed with a spin of her pipe.
"Look, it's all curvy and round! The older ones are boxy and square, and it's got the paint on it barely peeling off so you know it has one if it hasn't got gutted for parts yet. C'mon, lemme show you how the hood opens and not the fun way." Patricia vaulted over the car they were smacking to bits because walking around the hood wasn't as enjoyable and jogged off to her latest distraction of destruction. There was plenty of shit here to bust up, not like she wasn't gonna get bored with her new friend. At least for like one or two more hours.