Gilded Bay Kids these days

Somebody said something, and Chip groaned. She hadn't really caught what was being said, or she might have had more interest in why somebody was barking out strange words at her. This, however, was quickly followed by somebody shoving her her hips rather roughly. Instinctively, Chip growled and air-snapped the perpetrator... not that she could actually fight anybody right now, but unwanted touching was downright rude.

"Fuck off!" Chip shot back, then let her head fall back onto the sand. It was comfier there. She would move later. When she felt better. That would be soon, right? Maybe she really should have been working on finding a place for the winter instead of dicking around (or rather, being dicked) the past few months. But she hadn't, and this was her sorry state.