Can't touch me!

It's caught up with me. When I was at the gender studies protest today (see previous entry), both L___ from Soc Alt and W_____ from Soc Party were both there. I was standing next to L when W came up to talk to me. I was happy to see him, and we exchanged pleasantries, but I was horribly conscious that L was there, and horribly conscious that W had seen L, and horribly conscious that L had seen W and horribly conscious that L and W had to had to had to know each other's political affiliations.

W started telling me about his geology field trip, and L suddenly interrupted.
"Where is it?"
"(some random town)" W goes.

They stare at each in silence.

"Uh," I go, trying to come up with a neutral topic. "How long does this go for?"
"Hours," W goes.
"Oh Ok."

W starts saying something about yesterday's speak out, which I didn't know anything about, and nods to L.
L turns to me and says, "I started getting really pissed off and angry at yesterday's speak-out. Because when I'm nervous, I start shouting and swearing."

W turns to me and says, "I can attest to that."

They stare testily at each other.

More stupid questions from me to break up the tension, before L shuffles me off to collect signatures for the petition, while W takes off to his class.

Is this what happens when the rivals meet each other? And am I, political slut that I am, the villian in this piece?