Vara laughs. "I accidentally threw a spoon at your bus and your first thought is that I was trying to kill you..." She says through her laughter. "Right, right. Okay, Yasmine. That's perfectly reasonable. Whatever you say." Her words were literally drowning in sarcasm as she continues to stand in front of Yasmine, knowing that she was blocking her sunlight. "You're fucking insane. I thought I was self-centered, but you... You take the cake, babe. I don't even think about you when you're not around, and you think I'm plotting your death!" She lets out a laugh, the idea of it actually incredibly humorous to her. "Whatever, sweetie. Whatever."

Vara rolls her eyes. None of that explained why Yasmine thought she was trying to kill her, but honestly, Vara had stopped caring. Let her think that she was trying to kill her. Maybe it would keep Yasmine away from her more. Vara sticks her hand under Yasmine's book and knocked it out of her hands and into a puddle of mud next to their bus. "Have a nice day," she says before walking into her bus and shutting the door behind her.

Vara lets out a loud laugh when she hears the carrots hit the door and Yasmine yell something at her. She opens the window to her bus that faced Yasmine and have her a faux shocked look. "Oh no! You threw something that could never be used as a weapon at my bus! You must be trying to kill me!" She says mockingly before adding, "Fat ass," and shutting the window again.

"Fucking hell!" Vara screams out as the window shatters, a few smaller pieces of the glass flying towards her and jabbing into her arms and cheek. "You fucking bitch!" She screams when she sees that it was Yasmine's book that broke the window. She walks out of her bus, thin streams of blood pouring out of each cut on her body. She stares at Yasmine with a look of pure hatred in her eyes. "Tell me what you plan on doing about this," she says to her calmly, making her obviously pissed as hell look on her face even more terrifying.

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Vara lets out a scream when Yasmine walks away from her and then pulls her phone out of her pocket. "That's it, bitch! I'm done with you! I'm calling the cops! Aggravated assault? I think so!" She smirks as she dials 911 and waits to see if Yasmine will object before she hits send.

A small smile formed on Vara's face when Yasmine didn't stop her. What were the charges for throwing a book into the mud? Nothing. Vara was home free. Yasmine had nothing on her. "You just made my week, Yasmine," she calls out before pressing SEND and holding the phone up to her ear.

Vara hesitates for a moment, and then decides to take her chances. Her had proof that she had been assulted; if the broken window and glass weren't enough to convince the police, then the blood all over her would be. But Yasmine had no proof that she had been a victim of "workplace bullying." She was going to win this and she knew it. "Yes, hello?" She says into the phone when the 911 dispatcher picks up. "I'd like to report an assault outside the Orpheum Theater... Yes, my name is Vara Gallo... Yes... Oh, well, how sweet of you to say... Well, if you give one of the police men you're sending out a copy of it, I'll sign it for you... No, of course. It would be my pleasure... Thank you... Alright, thank you..." She hangs up the phone and smiles. "You're standing in your own grave, bitch!" She shouts as some blood runs from her forehead to the center of her nose, not right in her vision but just enough so to be annoying. "Ugh..." She wants to go clean up, but she needs for the police to see what Yasmine did to her, so she sits outside her bus and waits for them instead.

Vara sees the police cars approach. They didn't have on their lights and sirens, probably because the dispatch woman told them that Vara didn't seem panicked on the phone. She musters up some tears, at least a little bit to make her eyes look watery, and then stands up to greet the policemen. "I'm so happy you came," She tells them in a tearful voice and then points towards Yasmine's bus. "She's in there... I don't know what all she has in there, so I would be careful..." She says, and then policemen nod, except for the one who hangs behind to give Vara the CD that the dispatcher wanted signed.

The police go to Yasmine's door and knock. "Ma'am? Open up, please. We don't want to knock down the door," The man in charge of the operation, Officer Aames, calls out.

"Ma'am, we want to come in and talk, that's all. There's obviously been some sort of scuffle between you and your tour mate over there, and we just want to know the facts before we take any more action," Aames says as he takes another step into the bus, followed by two other officers, one female and the other male.

Vara turns to Zayne, almost happy to have somebody else around to see what Yasmine did to her. "Hardly a fight..." She tells him, still getting a few forced tears to pour out. "She overreacted and threw a book through my window, getting all this glass stuck in me... It hurts really bad, too..."

One of the policemen walks up to Vara and touches her lightly on her arm. "We're going to need to take you to the hospital to get some of that glass out and put in stitches," He tells her quietly.

The two other officers exchange looks and then look back at Yasmine. "Are you telling me," Aames starts. "That you hurt Vara because she was littering...? She hasn't told us anything except for that there's been an assault, and that's pretty hard to deny, judging by the looks of her." He sits down in a chair, the two others standing on either side of him, and motions for her to sit down on the couch.

Vara smiles at Zane, thankful for him since she was terrified of hospitals anyway. The officer escorts them both to a police car where he starts to drive them to the hospital. The moment they get into the police car, Vara breaks down in real tears, the pain of the glass finally starting to get to her.