By the time Gigi pulled into the Taco Express, she was officially in a piss poor mood. How many times had she rung Davey's relay? Forty? Maybe more than that. Then when he finally deigned her worthy of a response, it was with a text message, the stupid shit. She hadn't taken him for a coward.
She pulled the car into the taco bar's parking lot. People picnicking on the grounds pointed and stared as she exited the car. She thought of their brief interaction at the auto-tat and wondered if Davey remembered her from all those years ago at the Sugarland party or if he was faking it. More than likely the latter. Davey was the type of man who liked to do his own hunting. And, as long as he had a girlfriend, Gigi had less of a chance of fucking him.
But that wasn't all she wanted to do with Mr. Jones, oh no. Some animal urge - the same base, biological instinct that caused female lions to choose their mates – told her that it was time she found a male to keep around for a while. The second she lay eyes on Davey Jones making that insipid dying girl come with his hands and his voice and his mind, she knew he was the one. Of course, it didn't matter to Gigi that she didn't know Davey from jack or adam. It didn't matter if he had prior attachments. She just knew she wanted him, and she would have him. Because she always got what she wanted, without exception.
And that was, quite simply, that.

Gigi stalked into the taco shack, pushing her veil aside. A few people took snaps of her with their relays. She cut in front of the line, and no one said a thing. Ah, the benefits of fame! A heavy girl wearing a taco-shaped hat took her order.
"Can I help you?" she asked, looking slightly taken aback. Her nametag identified her as Lindsay.
"Two carne asada tacos," Gigi snapped. "No fucking onions."

Lindsay pushed a button on the register and repeated the order to the cook in the back. "Okay, that's $23.17, will that be for here or to go?" She asked dully.
"For here." Gigi swiped her relay against the register and sat down. She checked for messages and let San know that Bang Band SiXXX would indeed be at the party on Saturday night. People around her continued to snap pictures and stare. On any other day, Gigi would have allowed herself to be flattered, but today, she was hungry and irritable. All she wanted were her damned tacos, without the onions. Gigi was very picky when it came to her food.
Finally, her number was called. Gigi retrieved the taco basket from the dumb-looking cunt behind the counter. The food smelled good, so good. When she bit into the warm taco, the first thing she tasted was the overwhelming flavor of raw onions. God damn it. A hot flood of anger raced through her veins, causing her to see nothing but red. Gigi switched her very expensive relay to 4-D mode and looked into the lens.
"Greetings, boys and girls. I'm at one of my favorite restaurants. It shall remain nameless, because usually they do a really good job. But today, the fat bitch behind the counter screwed up my order. Don't you hate it when you ask for no onions and you get fucking onions?" Gigi aimed the relay at Lindsay. "Today, Gigi is going to speak with the management." She switched off the relay and waited.
And waited.

Finally, a half-hour later after Gigi had picked every single one of the onions off the tacos, Lindsay went to the ladies' room. Gigi followed her inside silently, locking the door behind her. She turned her relay back on and attached it to her belt, wrinkling her nose at the farting noises coming from the stall. Why, oh why, didn't people take their shits at home? It was so uncouth. Gigi kicked down the stall.
"Eeeee!" Lindsay screamed. With her pants still around her ankles, she didn't have much leverage to stand. "Love your hat." Gigi buried the toe of one of her stiletto boots in the girl's stomach. While she was recovering, Gigi whipped a garrison cord from her pocketbook and doubled it around Lindsay's neck. She pulled with all her might until the girl's face turned an unbecoming shade of purple. Lindsay struggled to get to her feet or lunge out of the stall; she was trying anything and everything she could to get out of Gigi's death roll.
"Please, stop," she choked. "Oh, God. God, no- no"

"Don't you mean, no onions?" Probably won't fuck up another order again, will you, bitch?" Lindsay fell against the wall, on the verge of passing out. Gigi let go of the cord. This had been too simple.
"Okay, bitches. Do you think I've made my point? Vote now." Gigi looked at her relay. The tallies came in within seconds. Some 230 voted 'yes,' and 6,521 voted 'no.'
"All right, you sick motherfuckers," Gigi snarled. "Looks like Lindsay needs to learn the hard way."
"No!" the girl cried, trying to escape, but Gigi had lassoed her with the cord in no time flat, pulling until the girl's eyes bulged and rolled. She almost looked like a cartoon character. Gigi began to laugh. The girl made a final effort to stand, but she couldn't get up with her pants around her ankles. She grabbed Gigi's arm and dug her nails in deep.
"Oooo, I like that. You're turning me on. Dig a little deeper, you stupid fat bitch." Gigi gave the cord a final yank. Lindsay's body went limp. Somehow in the struggle, her pants had ended up back on, lending her death some dignity.
"There you go you, all you naughty boys and girls. Looks like the next time I come here, there won't be any onions. Mwah!" She kissed the lens and turned off the relay. Then she took off Lindsay's taco hat and put it on. As she walked out the door, the throng of people that had gathered outside clapped and whistled. A few hung in back, staring into their baskets, looking uncomfortable. Oh, well, you can't please everyone, Gigi thought, giving a mock bow.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you," she said, delicately waving her hand under her nose. The crowd rumbled with laughter, and a man's voice called out, Gigi, I love you! Another yelled, Marry me, Gigi! People were still taking snaps of her as she exited the establishment. As she got into the car, her relay gave a warning beep. Out of memory. Last save unsuccessful.
"Shit!" Gigi wailed. "It didn't record! What a waste of time, goddammit!" She couldn't believe that her dipshit fans were voting and all they were receiving was audio feed. At least the tension brought about by the elusive Mr. Jones' unresponsiveness was gone. Some people worked out their frustrations at the gym or through drinking and drugs. For Gigi, it was a good snuff.
"There goes your fifteen minutes, Lindsay." Gigi tossed her relay out of the moving car. She looked in the rearview mirror and noticed she was still wearing the taco hat. Gigi laughed and threw it out of the moving car as well.