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FIW's Christmas Party '07; [Every one R&R]
Topic Started: Dec 23 2007, 12:13 AM (211 Views)
Kryten Shards
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FIW's ever roaming camera crew's recording device fades in from black to reveal an image with a small "undisclosed location" tag in the bottom right hand side. What isn't undisclosed is the music that is playing in the building which happens to be A Perfect Circle's gritty version of "Jingle Bells Rock". As the taste in song might have hinted, the entire building's insides look like the ghost of Christmas walked in and puked. The camera pans around to take in the full sights and reveals that there are in fact two floors to this night club of some kind.

Up above the upper floor looks to be a small bar with the bartender wearing a Santa hat & restaurant with silver sparkling tinsel hanging off of the walls in every direction you look. There are a few shining red & green Christmas tree decoration orbs hanging from the ceiling here and there as well. The tables are specially made to look like mini-versions of Frostie with the top hat and scarf, and carrot nose and every thing to it. While the chairs for the tables are in the design of Christmas trees, the stars at the top of them being a head rest.

On the main floor is a massive dance floor with the DJ and his booth in the far left corner of it, the man wearing a fake red nose to go with the theme. His dread locks bob up and down as he listens to the music he is playing currently and thumbs through his collection. Many various Christmas decorations and displays and they range from the subtle to the not-so-subtle line the walls and the edges of the dance floor. Even the dimmed lights are in the season, they are flashing several shades of red & green & a few other colors every once and a while to go with the music.

In the far corner of the bar sits casually on a stool a man that from the neck up is hidden within the shadows of the corner. The right hand of this man holding a small glass with some type of liquor in it and in his left sits a cigarette he is smoking. Near by him and towering over him is the Chief of Security and temp General Manager, Lazaro with his arms crossed over his chest. Despite how close they are to each other the Boss and his employee seem to be keeping quiet between one another.

And, so another FIW party begins...
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…As our first entrant and to his amazement of the current dissertation of the party, Elrick enters the building, Megan by his side and Skye in his arms, she giggles as she takes in the Christmas feel to the place, Megan just seems content, she’s with her husband on Christmas day and that is so much more then she could ask for, but Elrick looks just as happy, the joy of being with his family oozing from his demeanor.

Elrick’s dressed in a very neat and polite white shirt, and then some black trousers and rounded off with some polished black shoes, looking highly suited up, Megan is dressed in a black knee high captivating beautiful dress, rounded off with a little Christmas tree styled necklace and white high heels. Skye being two really isn’t all the glamour, more cute with her little pink dress with little reindeers on.

As the threesome walk in, well two walk, one’s carries but you know what I’m talking about as they move through the dance floor towards the tables, Elrick placing Skye on a chair and also Megan sits down as the song turns to “Walking In A Winter Wonderland” which makes Elrick’s eye raise, but still he kisses Skye on the forehead as she reaches to hug Elrick, then he turns to Megan…


“What you wanna drink babe?”

She looks towards Elrick, a smile clamped firmly across her face, she seems to be loving, no captivated by the simple fact her husband is before her right there and now. Megan kisses Elrick, passionately as he then looks towards her with a slight smile as she replies.

“Coke, I don’t wanna drink too heavy, someone needs to look after Skye tonight.”

Elrick looks concerned by her answer and replies.

“He won’t get his hands on her, enjoy yourself, it’s Christmas, I’m sure Crackerjack won’t show up and if he does, I’ll deal with him ok?”

Megan nods, as Elrick kisses her cheek then moves towards the bar, walking at a steady pace as he looks over towards The Boss and Lazaro, Lazaro acknowledges Elrick, but doesn’t really do anything but stand beside The Boss as Elrick reaches the bar and looks towards the bartender, smiling he talks…

“Hello sir, what can I get ya?”

Elrick looks at the selections before him, knowing what the others want, but not himself, well until he replies.

“Two glasses of coke and Uhm… can I have a double vodka coke on the rocks, not too much ice? Cheers.”

As the bartender nods, Elrick turns towards the doors as they open and in walks…
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Just as the song switches to something a tad more depressing (because there’s way too many depressing Christmas songs as it is), the doors swing open with a face to match the music. Dressed in the holiday spirit starting with her black heeled thigh-high boots with red ribbon laced around them and tied in a bow, up her green fishnet stockings to her asymmetrical red skirt matching the long-sleeved midriff red top lined with white Christmas fur. That’s about the only thing embracing the Christmas spirit about this young lady tonight.

Miss Jaime Lee stops just within the door, taking in the scene before her. The music does little to lift her spirits, nor does the scene. Gazing up to the second story she spies Elrick happily enjoying his time with his loved ones. She lets out a breath that borders slightly on a sigh as her eyes scan the rest of the room. No RK, no Ninja, no J.J., no Kennedy… no one she knows well enough to start up a conversation with. Then again, are those the people she’s looking for?

Instead of heading to the bar like any normal depressed person would, Jaime heads across the dance floor and parks herself under the second story of the party. Tucked away in the shadows, struggling to hide her bah humbug mood, Jaime leans against a pillar and crosses her arms over her chest.

Merry Christmas all?
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The camera comes in on the disc jockey, who is still spinning the Christmas beats and there is something noticeable behind him. That noticeable thing would be the head of a person poking through the tinsel strung upon the wall.

”Pssssst…..Psssssst….HEY….Pssssttt”

Upon further inspection by the camera crew it is Ethan Adams that is standing behind the tinsel and attempting to get the disc jockeys attention. He is doing this while not being to obvious to everyone else of his presence. The entertainment technician with the fake red nose and dread locks finally catches Ethan out of the corner of his eye and turns to see what he wants. Ethan pokes a hand out from behind the tinsel handing the DJ a small jewel case with a CD-R in it and on top of that jewel case is a fifty dollar bill.

Ethan: ”Can you play number four for me?”

The DJ takes a glance down at the fifty dollar bill and nods his head and smiles. He then slides the fifty dollar bill off the jewel case and places the money in his back pocket. Then with his thumb he pops open the case and removes the CD-R from its case. Without interrupting the current song (So This is Christmas by John Lennon). As the Christmas tune winds down the DJ unpauses the CD-R and loudly over the whole building begins to play, Culture Club’s, Do You Really Wanna Hurt Me?.

Everyone in attendance turn their heads and give an awkward look to the DJ who just shrugs his shoulders and allows the music to play.

[align=center] Give me time
To realize my crime
Let me love and steal
I have danced inside your eyes
How can I be real

Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
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Behind the tinsel, Ethan is freaking out and quickly nudges the DJ and calls out to him.

Ethan: ”Next one!! Not number three….NUMBER FOUR!!””

The DJ jumps and waives his hand back at Ethan as to say he’s sorry and then quickly skips forward to the next song on the disc.

[align=center]Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
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All those in the room bring their attention to the DJ and groans are heard as most know what is expected from this point. Several in the room begin to drink even more as now the house lights go down and only two strobe lights remain. Who hasn’t Ethan paid off?

[align=center]For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

Like nothing you've ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you'll be begging for more

Welcome to the show
Please come inside

(Ladies and gentlemen)


(Boom)


Do you want it?

(Boom)

Do you need it?

(Boom)

Let me hear it!

(Ladies and gentlemen)[/align]

From behind the tinsel Ethan burst out with his arms out stretched to his sides and spins around on the dance floor posing for the Christmas party goers who could careless that he is there. Ethan then motions to the DJ for a microphone but because he is not used to the wrestling business and is not a ring announcer does not know what Ethan is getting at. Adams then moves over to the DJ booth and grabs the microphone himself and moves back to the middle of the dance floor. He then turns on the wireless mic and addresses his fellow wrestlers, management, and family.

Ethan: ”ETHAN ADAMS has arrived! Your Condemned Fetish Battle Royal CHAMPEEENNN! The man who took your DUAL CROWN CHAMPION to his limits! The DESTROYER of LEGENDS like Kennedy! And soon to be 2007 GRAND PRIX TOURNAMENT CHAMPION!!!!”

Ethan attempts to continue speaking but his microphone is cut off and he taps it trying to figure out what happened. He then flips it over and sees that it is still on. A quick glance over his shoulder shows someone at the DJ booth handing him money, which is most likely a pay off to stop Ethan from his rant. Though whom the person is, is still a mystery and we will find out when they reveal themselves.

(The mystery person can be anyone really.)
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A very large individual stands next to the DJ's booth and once every eye in the room is on him, every mouth beneath those eyes whisper all at once creating a buzz of disbelief. Of course they're in disbelief... last time we had seen this man, he was enroute to the nearest hospital for a severe throat injury! Even Adams finds it hard to believe that none other than Prime, the Evolution of Excellence, is here and looking no worse for wear in the least! A Christmas miracle?

Prime: Hate to sound like a stickler for details, son, but last time I checked, it was my hand held up after Condemned Fetish...

Prime closes the gap between himself and the very stunned Adams. All eyes follow Prime in anticipation for violence.

Prime: Not you.

The Impact Player looms above Adams and dwarfs the apparent Destroyer of Legends. The expression on Primes face certainly lets the crowd know that the big man is none too impressed with Adms' antics.

Prime: Ordinarily after a weekend like this past weekend I'd be in one hell of a bad mood. That kind hat motivates some ass kicking... if you catch what I mean.

Prime raises a balled fist in between the very small space between Adams and himself. Adams looks down at the fist and then at Prime and his very dry expression.

Prime: But since it's Christmas...

Prime opens his fist and laying on his palm is a ten dollar bill. All around, Adams included looks confused.

Prime: Have a drink... and shut the hell up.

Prime grabs Ethans hand, slaps the ten-spot into his palm, and walks passed the High Spot Sensation with as little acknowledgment as possible... until he stops dead and tosses a look and chuckle over his shoulder.

Prime: That's twice you've managed to avoid a serious ass kicking in the same weekend, Adams... must be some kinda Christmas miracle.

A few in the crowd chuckle as well. Adams is either burning with an inner rage or counting his blessings... either or, avoiding the ass kicking is a fact that none would dispute. Prime shakes his head with another chuckle and maks his way toward a table at the back of the room. Taking a seat, the big man finally winces and rubs at his throat. Looks like that no worse for war act was just that... an act. From the looks of it, Prime's still feeling the effects of that leather strap punishment compliments of Crackerjack. Rubbing his neck a little more, Prime cranks his head to one side and spies a single soul who looks as though she'd rather stay out of sight. Hard though... clad in all that red and white. Why things are seen. An old army skill. Prime looks back out at the danc floor where people look like they're having something of a good time. With his foot, he slides a chair out from under his table and speaks over his shoulder to the invisable woman.

Prime: Jaime... c'mon kid, sit and share some Christmas spirit with me. Looks like we could both use some.

Ball's in Jaimes court now...
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Orion Oldriod and Lara Toni enter the Christmas party. Lara is immediately star-struck with the many FIW wrestlers already in attendance, she's then particularly taken by the physique of Prime and Ethan Adams.

Lara: Wow, look! All these wrestlers in one place, I should have really brought my autograph book.

'The Oracle' is not impressed and he's seemingly not awestruck by the presence of any FIW superstar.

Orion: You're in the big time now kid, that means people will be asking your for your autopgraph. You should get used to it.

Young Lara isn't paying much attention to the living FIW legend.

Lara: There's Elrick...

Orion: Kicked his ass.

Lara: There's Prime over there...

Orion: Kicked his ass.

Lara might be star-struck but she has a sharp mind, it's back on business as quickly as Orion's.

Lara: So do you know who my opponent is yet in the first round of the Grand Prix Tournament? They must have told you yet!

Orion: Not quite yet, don't worry about it...I'm sure it'll be somebody beatable. You're Lara Toni! You can take anybody!

Lara: I just really want to know so I can think about a strategy.

They reach the upper deck bar and the cheery bartender wearing the Santa hat opens his arms as if to say "What can I get you?".

Lara: I'll have a Malibu and Coke thanks.

Orion: You friggin' won't. She'll have a mineral water, lager for me.

Lara: Will Malachy be joining us?

Orion: Who? Oh...Jock? Not tonight. He's not good in social situations.

Orion waits impatiently as the bartender fixes their drinks.
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In one hand is the cash and the other hand's index finger is freely wiggling about in his ear as his painted facial features look on in pain. Who is this male who happens to be paying off the DJ to cease the torture and ignores the monster near by them? That would be the Ordinary member turned solo flying Straight Edge Artist turned Savior of Sorrow turned Reject leader, Onikage and he is dressed for the season. A nicely made white suit and white shoes cover him from head to toe and a green under shirt & red tie are the only pieces of color in it.

Onikage: My, who let that dying cat into here?

The DJ coughs and nudges the Reject after his sarcastic comment which draws his attention to the "dying cat" on the dance floor. A large and bemused grin spreads across his features when he notices the smaller man is looking right at him now. As if he didn't just loudly insult him, the Messiah of the Mind waves cheerfully at the First Wonder of the World from across the dance floor. Hastily the DJ snatches the money and looks back down at his discs and other equipment, whistling and trying to avoid getting involved too. Onikage pays no mind to Prime's confrontation with the man the Reject cut the micro phone off of.

While all of this impending doom is going on the entrance door opens yet again and three figures emerge through the door way into the building. The two smaller men head up the group and are dressed for the season one could assume as they are in elf clothes. Green boots, green tights and a green tunic, and green long sleeved shirt underneath it and to top off the look they are wearing green hats. The two are also wearing plastic masks of smiling elf faces as they drop down into a pose and make up two thirds of the infamous Charlie's Angels pose.

Embarrassingly Ninja shuffles through the door way and into the center of his comrades' pose, and it looks like they talked him into the Christmas spirit too. Black leather shoes with golden buckles are his foot wear for this evening with a dark, almost black, shade of red for the suit pants and suit jacket he is wearing. His under shirt of choice is a white one with a matching white tie that has a light fur element to its fabric to give it that fluffy look. To top off this outfit from the nose down to his neck he is wrapped up in a red scarf with the ends that trail down to mid-back.

It looks like this modern day Santa isn't really into his outfit and his crystal blue eyes dart around for some familiar faces in the building. He spots Elrick up above and notices Ethan Adams on the dance floor and Onikage over by the DJ's booth in his first glance. A small sigh seeps through his scarf, it doesn't look like by his slight disappointment these are any one he really wants to hold a discussion with. He looks ready to turn around and say some thing to his fellow ninja when he spots some one in his second glance around, and it makes his entire body freeze.

Gradually his crystal blue eyes grow bigger and bigger like a kid on Christmas day when they zero in on the Hellcat that is standing in the corner. The other two ninja stand up from their poses and look over in that direction, spotting her within the darkness shortly there after. Idly EN #2's hands slip into his pockets and he continues to stand there, looking over at the less than happy Christmas edition of Jaime Lee. The taller of the other two places his hands on the one shoulder of the FSC and a sly aura enters the Third Generation Extreme Ninja's eyes.


Extreme Ninja #3: Quit standing here like a tree and go do it!

FIW's O.G. Ninja is sent nearly tripping over his own feet and toppling over by the shove from his fellow ninja till he straightens himself out. He looks back up from his feet and starts shuffling across the dance floor towards his part-time wrestling team mate. About half way there he notices a chair slid into his line of vision and spots the now sitting behemoth at a near-by table that is looking at the Hellcat. The FSC eyes the two for a moment, and over hears the Adonis' greeting to the Hellcat Division Champion and darts back to where he came from moments ago.

Extreme Ninja #3: Wuss.

EN #4 shrugs and pats his comrade on the back as EN #3 grumbles out the insult to him and shakes his head in disappointment. As he is being patted Ninja stares down at the floor, his right hand gripping some sort of small package in his pants pocket.

Extreme Ninja #2: I think I need a drink...

With his feet dragging the Second Generation Extreme Ninja carries his body over to the stairs and goes up towards the second floor's bar. As this occurs the other two Extreme Ninja turn and stare at each other wide eyed at what they just heard.

Extreme Ninja #3: Drinking? Two-dono is actually drinking?! Wow...he must really be depressed.

EN #4 nods softly and stares after their fellow ninja, still with wide eyes.

Extreme Ninja #4: We better look after him.

The two scurry after the FSC as the party rolls on & on...
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Jaime stands eyeing the chair for much longer than is expected under normal circumstances. These, however, aren't normal circumstances. She takes the time (and a lot of it) to weigh the pros and cons of accepting Prime's offer to join him in some Christmas spirit. That's alcohol, right? In the end, she gives a simple shrug and scoots the chair back towards the table as she takes a seat.

Jaime: So, Christmas spirit is what exactly?

No sooner than the question is asked does a muffled sound of music sound out. Both muffled by something and nearly drowned out by the DJ's tunes, the song is almost unheard. Jaime hears it though... or feels the vibration. Either way, she produces a pink razor cell phone from seemingly no where. One glance at the display screen and her attempt to get in the holiday spirit is sent into remission. Who it is, we don't know. Actually, wait. We do know.

The camera is able to peek over her shoulder and catch a glimpse at the name appearing on the screen. It's someone she hadn't received a call from since the SLA days. And it's one she didn't expect to ever receive again. Assuming you read THIS RP, you know who it is.

Prime is immediately forgotten about. Boy, that must be great for his self-esteem. Jaime spins away from Prime, flipping the phone up and pressing it to her ear. There's a strange excitement mixed in with the concern on her face. That is replaced momentarily with a moment of regret. Does she regret answering the call? Or does she regret answering it so quickly and not playing hard to get.

Jaime: Hello?

The regret transforms back into concern as Jaime's brow furrows curiously. You can't hear but I'll let you in on the story here. There is no response to her answering the call. There is no "hey ya" throw her way, no "sorry, wrong number". Not even some creepy stalker breathing. Just nothing.

Jaime: Adam?

There you go. Now you know who called, even if you refused to read the RP I linked you too. The second attempt produces the same result as her hello did. Concern advances into worry and Jaime stands from her seat, stepping away from the table. Yeah, Prime sure must feel important now. Jaime steps across the dance floor, the cell phone to one ear and her hand covering the other one.

Eventally she flips the phone shut, ending the call completely. Ah! She just hung up on him. How rude. Then again, he wasn't saying anything. So she got even. But that isn't what she was doing. Still as worried as before, Jaime seems to be questioning whether or not to make her exit or put this out of her mind. And while doing so, she stands off to the side of the dance floor... wondering.
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Minutes pass and though it takes him that entire time, the Second Generation Extreme Ninja makes it to the top of the stairs and up onto the second floor. Without bothering to look around for his fellow ex-Revolution member or the staff members on hand here, he moves towards the bar in silence. He is completely unaware when he plops down onto one of the stools that he is being followed by his two fellow Extreme Ninja. The fourth of them stands near the stairs and peaks down at the situation below while the third stalks towards his prey, who in this case is his comrade.

Bored out of his mind by the look on his features, the bartender keeps himself busy by repeatedly scrubbing a rag in the inside of a mug. The mug itself is a standard beer mug and looks clean enough already but perhaps the man cleaning it would disagree. In either case he sets the rag and it down when he spots out of the corner of his eye some one sitting down at his bar who doesn't look like a bum. A slight forced smile finds it's way onto his expression and he crosses the area of the bar that divides them, soon he stands before the FSC.


Bartender: What'cha need, slick?

This middle-aged bartender eyes the fancy, as some might describe it; outfit EN #2 is sporting for this party and patiently awaits his answer. As he continues to eye Ninja his eyes' motion starts slowing down and starts taking in all of the details to his appearance.

Bartender: Looks like you got some troubles.

For the first time since he started to speak to him the Extreme Official acknowledges him with a somber nod of his head. His crystal blue eyes stare down at his lap where his one hand is left and the other is still stashed in his pocket.

Extreme Ninja #2: You could say that, I guess...

His fingers run over the fabric of his pants as he continues to stare down at them and the bartender raises an eyebrow at this hushed response.

Bartender: Sounds like women.

Underneath the scarf seeps out a scoff and a heave of his chest at this observation of his problems in life from the bartender.

Extreme Ninja #2: No, no, she's not the trouble about it...quite the opposite really mister, I think it's me that's the trouble.

It is clearly written on the man's face he isn't sure how to handle such a depressed reply and a awkward silence falls between the two.

Bartender: Erm...right, so, what's your poison, buddy?

Limply the champion's arm lifts up off of his lap and his index finger points to two bottles in the chilled area of the drinks one after the other.

Extreme Ninja #2: Cranberry juice, and whatever vodka that is.

Just as the bartender is about to start to get these things FIW's O.G. Ninja holds up a erected index finger to get his attention.

Extreme Ninja #2: And, one long neck mug.

A frown soon replaces the awkwardly uncomfortable look on the older man's face and he shakes his head, picking up his rag.

Bartender: You sure that's a good idea, son?

Gently a sigh pours out from beneath the scarf and Ninja forces his head to raise so he is looking at the bartender in the eyes with his own.

Extreme Ninja #2: Please...

Quickly he nods and hurries off to get the Second Generation Extreme Ninja what he needs right now and as he does Ninja drops his head onto the counter. With a decently loud thud the FSC hits his forehead against the wooden counter with his hidden face mashed against the nicely shaded wood.

Extreme Ninja #2: Ow.

Is what the champion says in a muffled voice from the counter shortly before the bartender returns with the two bottles and the glass.

Bartender: Here you go kid, I'll come back for the bill later.

Planting a hand against the counter, EN #2 pushes his upper body back up to a sitting straight base and stares at what he's ordered. In the blink of an eye Ninja snatches up the bottle of vodka and yanks the top off and starts pouring it into the long neck glass. Those tortured & sad blue eyes stare at the clear liquid as it fills up the glass and continues to let it do so until it is almost over flowing with alcohol. He puts down the vodka bottle that is nearly empty and picks up the cranberry juice bottle, and pops it open...pouring it into the vodka bottle.

Extreme Ninja #2: Might've left too much in it...

Now with the vodka nearly entirely full of juice the Second Generation Extreme Ninja sets down the juice bottle and grab a hold of the vodka bottle. His eyes run up and down the liquid inside the bottle, examining it for several moments in silence.

Extreme Ninja #2: Bottoms up, I guess.

Slipping the bottle underneath his scarf, EN #2 starts downing the juice with a tiny mixture of vodka in it. When his lungs can't take any more chugging he pulls back and takes a deep exhale and inhale as he stares at the bottle in his hand again.

Extreme Ninja #2: Strong.

His voice a little strained by how powerful the vodka apparently is as a stifled chuckle comes from behind him.

Extreme Ninja #3: I see you are a lightweight as ever when it comes to this.

Dropping down beside his fellow ninja on a stool, EN #3 looks over at him with a bemused twinkle to his eyes.

Extreme Ninja #3: Just try to not drink too much.

Such a comment brings a bitter snort from the FSC and he slumps down in his seat a bit, looking at the bar through his drink.

Extreme Ninja #2: Why not? I thought that's what you are supposed to do this time of year when you have the kind of pain I have, drown it out.

Mirror opposite to his comrade, the Third Generation Extreme Ninja laughs at the bitterness in the statement he just heard.

Extreme Ninja #3: Okay, first off, you're not drowning any thing with the way you handle drinking and you very well know that for a fact. You'll be lucky if you haven't passed out should you finish what you have in that glass which is some thing that barely borders on alcoholic.

The two share a bemused glance at one another, clearly knowing that this is the truth of the actual scenario.

Extreme Ninja #3: Second off, yeah, I know you are feeling pretty conflicted right now about a certain some one on the roster. Since you two are such close friends yet you have these feelings for her that you've realized you actually have for her. Which while nice most of the time, makes your blood boil when you see things like what you saw down there, other guys getting close to her. A feeling you've never felt before and know you shouldn't be feeling, and all that jazz.

While his fellow ninja rants and hits pretty much spot on, EN #2 merely stares at his glass he is now holding with both hands and lowers his head. Looking more ashamed that his some what thick comrade is able to pick apart the situation he's in so well.

Extreme Ninja #3: Well? Does that sum up your tortured soul?

The last bit of his question said in an over dramatic sarcasm and to top it off, places the back of his hand against his forehead as if he'll faint. There is some thing that creeps over the facial features of the FSC underneath his red scarf that might be a smirk.

Extreme Ninja #2: Way to make me feel like a open book.

Playfully EN #3 sticks out his chest and shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

Extreme Ninja #2: What can I say? When you are this good it is hard to make any thing not look ea-

Extreme Ninja #4: Two-dono! Three-dono!

Cocking his head to the side to look at the Fourth Generation Extreme Ninja that is racing towards them, EN #3's eyes narrow.

Extreme Ninja #3: Damn it! You interrupted me! What is it?!

With his eyes as wide as saucers the smallest of the Extreme Ninja takes a moment to catch his breath and then nearly yells.

Extreme Ninja #4: Lee-san looks like she's leaving!

Swatting him on the back of his chest, the Third Generation Extreme Ninja cranes his head over to look back at EN #2.

Extreme Ninja #3: Looks like the walking bill board for horse steroids might've fucked up, you're up Romeo.

Hastily the FSC clutches his stomach and let's out a small groan as he curls his body slightly.

Extreme Ninja #2: I think some of that vodka's coming back up.

Rolling his eyes, EN #3 pushes the Extreme Official up to his feet and gets up to his feet in the process too.

Extreme Ninja #3: Jeez, you really are a lightweight, you had only one sip of the stuff! Swallow it down and go help your friend!

FIW's O.G. Ninja's crystal blue eyes dart around at the elf variations of his fellow Extreme Ninja with a uncertain look.

Extreme Ninja #2: I don't know guys...

A firm nod from EN #4 comes in an attempt to re-enforce to the champion that he should go to his fellow champion right now.

Extreme Ninja #4: She looked really troubled about some thing, Two-dono.

Guilt is a powerful emotion and that's obvious by when it enters Ninja's eyes and he ponders for a few seconds what his fellow ninja has said.

Extreme Ninja #2: Alright.

Clearing his throat and standing up straight, he straightens out his posture and his clothes and starts walking towards the stairs yet again. However this time his steps are far more determined and quicker till he walks into a shadowed area of the upper level. Moments tick by and he never comes out of that area, and eventually the two other Extreme Ninja shrug and scratch their heads. They peak over the railing to the lower level where through ninja magic (or, "skillz") EN #2 is right behind Jaime Lee now. Lightly his hand taps the Hellcat Division Champion on the shoulder as the FSC stands there, a slight nervous aura trying to filter into his determination.

Extreme Ninja #2: Is every thing okay, Jaime?

Ninja's voice trying it's hardest to be kind and confident while he quietly gulps in his wait for what sort of reaction he might get from FIW's Sweetheart.
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Jaime spins around at the feel of someone tapping on her shoulder, letting out a surprise gasp in the process. Judging by the look of disappointment on her face, it's safe to say Ninja's not who she was expecting (hoping for?). Even in this current state though, she realizes how incredibly rude that is and attempts to change up her reaction. That's easy when she lays eyes on his fancy threads.

Jaime: Fancy threads.

Hey, I just said that. Jaime continues to look over Ninja's attire before her eyes eventually meet his crystal blues and she recalls being asked a question from him. The answer isn't as simple as the question. She glances down at the phone in her grasp, the look of concern filling her eyes once again.

Jaime: Uh... no, I guess. I don't know.

As confused as Jaime is over the situation, odds are she's making Ninja feel the same way. And then she gets a brilliant idea! Why not ask Ninja how to handle the situation?

Jaime: Actually, maybe you can help. You always seem to have the best advice for me.

Aww, now that's much sweeter than look disappointed at the sight of him.

Jaime: You see, someone might be in trouble. But I'm not sure. And this person isn't... let's say they aren't the nicest person. He--they! They have done some things that have really hurt me. But I might be the only one who knows they could be in trouble...

Yeah, that's not vague at all, Jaime.[/sarcasm] She forces a weak smile on her face, glancing up into Ninja's eyes as she grips her phone tightly in her hand.
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Our attention is turned to the front door where it slowly cracks open. Walking into our picture from outside is none other than FIW's resident Man In Black, Jim O'Brien. And that moniker couldn't be more fitting right now - With an Oakland Raiders cap covering his head, he has on a black leather motorcycle jacket covering a buttoned black flannel shirt on his upper body with a pair of black jeans and black boots on his lower half. And he doesn't look happy. Not angry by any means, but displeased. He looks behind the door outside and grumbles...

O'Brien: "I want to go home."

Entering right behind Jim would be his loving, devoted & lethal wife, Kendra. She aggitatedly steps from behind the doorway, looking as if it's been a looooong car ride with her better half (well, her "complaining half" as she's likely thinking). She releases an annoyed sigh and looks up to her man.

Kendra: "No."

As Kendra closes the door behind her, Jim steps in close and lowers his voice so no one would hear him.

O'Brien: "Sweetie... I'm a recovering alcoholic and I'm in a bar."

Kendra: "No one is making you drink, Jimmy-"

O'Brien: "You're still waving a red flag in front of a bull."

Kendra: "Would you calm down? You're acting like you have no self control. Besides, it wouldn't kill you to be more social."

O'Brien: "But... they're all weird." *pauses & looks around* "There's Big McLargehuge at that table over there... A Ninja Convention at the bar... Gonzo Armani and his slave girl... Somebody's dying cat on the dance floor... And by the DJ... Oh no. No. Onikage." *turns back to Kendra* "We're leaving. Now."

Jim begins his way back to the door but Kendra immediately cuts him off.

Kendra: "No. We're not." *crosses her arms & looks up annoyed at Jim* "Listen to yourself. . . 'The only person who suffers when holding a grudge is the one holding it.' Do you know who told me that?"

Jim's eyes dart away from Kendra's as she contiues.

Kendra: "You did. And I know he's made us look like fools in the past... but you need to be the bigger man. We need to be the bigger person. And if he wants to keep his bitterness, if he wants to take liberties, then that's his problem."

Kendra grabs ahold of Jim's left hand, her vocal tone more soothing as she looks up at the big lug with those big ol' brown eyes.

Kendra: "Okay?"

Jim's eyes meet back up with Kendra's as he grumbles...

O'Brien: "All right."

Kendra: "Okay. Let's go find a table to sit at."

Hand in hand they walk - which is sorta strange in of itself, if you think about it - in search of a good seat. After an infinitely quick search, they find a table that's actually not too far off from Big McLar- erm... Prime. Jim yanks a chair out for Kendra to sit then sits down himself. They sit silently for several eternal seconds, allowing their surroundings to sink in. Kendra then breaks the thundering silence...

Kendra: "I got a tape of you and Kiyoshi last Friday. I was so proud of you."

O'Brien: *smirks* "Thanks. Just wish I remembered to stay on my side and not my back. Got pinned that way."

Kendra: "It was the heat of the moment, babe. You only had the Dual Crown on your mind."

O'Brien: "Yeah. Glad we shook hands and stuff. I like Nakahata, he's a good kid. Got the wrong characters in his ears but he's doing well for himself despite it."

Kendra: "After that match, I bet you're pumped for the Grand Prix next Friday. I won't have any bookings until mid January, so I can go with you."

O'Brien: "Glad to hear it." *looks over to the bar and the oodles of ninjas* "Didn't you work with a blue guy when you were here last?"

Kendra: "I tagged with a Ninja for a little bit."

O'Brien: "Extreme Ninja?"

Kendra: "Number two. Is he here?"

O'Brien: "I thought I might've saw him. And his little crew is over at the bar."

Kendra: "I'll have to talk to him. I hope he's not mad at me... I wasn't all that nice to him when we were a tag team."

O'Brien: *chuckles* "I believe that."

Kendra rolls her eyes and sighs at one of the many wisecracks she has to put up with on a daily basis.

O'Brien: "Really though, I doubt he'd be upset. This business is crazy and... Well, neither of us have been perfect. He'd probably be happy to see you," *smiles* "I know I always am happy to see you."

Kendra: "That explains that then. I always thought you just had a pencil in your pocket."

Jim gives a hearty laugh, then brings an arm around Kendra's shoulders and bring her a little closer.

O'Brien: "You're bad."

Kendra: "Oh I'm bad? Pot - Kettle - Black?"

Jim plants a kiss against her temple and smiles.

O'Brien: "You're killin' me."

Kendra smiles as she scoots her chair out and stand up.

Kendra: "I'm grabbing a Coke. You want a drink?"

O'Brien: "Yeah, but... Don't leave me here. Call a waiter over."

Kendra: "Why?"

O'Brien: "Cause somebody'll bug me."

Kendra: "Oh noes, you have to talk to someone besides me." [/sarcasm] "Just don't kill anybody, kay?"

Kendra gives Jim a smile then walks off to the bar, leaving Jim all to his lonesome. Jim yanks out his cellphone and checks for any messages, awaiting the worst to happen. And who can blame him? His mortal enemy is within shouting distance, he's surrounded by liquid temptation and there seems to be no sign of catering in sight and he's hungry. And that Prime guy, he's checking out his wife. Or... Jim thinks he is. Or maybe he's not. Jim brings up a hand to rub his eyes and releases a long awaited sigh.

But Jim's solitude is interrupted when he hears someone call his name, and it's not his wife...
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<option style="color:black">THE ROUGAROU</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>"The Rougarou" Silas Bergeron</option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'6"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>296 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>The Bayou</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Led Zeppelin - 'When The Levee Breaks'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Methodical Powerhouse</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Sword of Damocles </option>
<option> - Chokeslam </option>
<option> - Bayou Leg Sweep </option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - Swamp Drop Brainbuster</option>
<option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - 1x Fighting Spirit Champion</option>
<option>Other Cool Stuff:</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Roleplay of the Year (Family Reunion)</option>
<option> - 2014 FIW Segment of the Year (The Rougarou Cometh)</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Mr. GEIST/Deacon DEATH)</option>
<option> - 2014 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ Butch Babineaux)</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Newcomer of the Year</option>
<option> - 2014 & 2015 FIW Manager of the Year (Butch Babineaux)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> Now do you believe in The Rougarou? </option>
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<option style="color:black">#SWAGOLITION</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>"The Condemned" Lucas Bergeron</option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'4½"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>235 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>Kandiyohi, Minnesota</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Black Sabbath - 'Hole in the Sky'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Athletic - Strong Style - Brawler</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Exploder Suplex </option>
<option> - Powerbomb </option>
<option> - German Suplex </option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - The Manhattan Project</option>
<option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - n/a </option>
<option>Other Cool Stuff:</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW ReVolt Match of the Year (vs. Nemesis, 6/6/15)</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Nemesis)</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Babyface of the Year</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ The Rougarou)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> Just Give The Lunatic A Chance... </option>
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<option style="color:black">THE MAN IN BLACK</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>Jim O'Brien </option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'7"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>290 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>Grant's Lick, Kentucky</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Motörhead - 'Line in the Sand'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Strong Style Powerhouse</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Belly-to-Belly Suplex</option>
<option> - Saito Suplex </option>
<option> - Jackknife Powerbomb </option>
<option> - Hells Bells-plex</option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - Hells Bells</option>
<option> - F-Bomb</option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - 2x Fighting Spirit Champion </option>
<option> - 1x co-holder of the FIW Tag Team Championships of the World (w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option>
<option> - 1x Ultimate Endurance Champion</option>
<option> - 1x Spirit Of Honour Champion</option>
<option> - 3x Dual Crown Champion</option>
<option> Other Cool Stuff: </option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Hall of Fame inductee</option>
<option> - 2004 TNT Superstar Of The Year</option>
<option> - 2004 Feud Of The Year (w/ Silent Rage)</option>
<option> - 2004 Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Genocide)
<option> - 2005 1st Runner-Up, TNT Superstar Of The Year</option>
<option> - 2005 Co-Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Anarchy In The UK)</option>
<option> - 2008 & 2012 Lady Luck Tournament Champion </option>
<option> - 2008 Grand Prix Tournament Champion</option>
<option> - 2008 Match of the Year participant (vs. Liam Mortell vs. Kiyoshi Nakahata @ FIW Summer of Sin) </option>
<option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW Feud of the Year participant (vs. Ash Koopa)</option>
<option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW (Face/Heel/Tweener) Turn of the Year</option>
<option> - 2009 ReVolt Match Of The Year participant (vs. Ethan Adams @ ReVolt Against The Champions X)</option>
<option> - 2009 FIW Tag Team Of The Year (The O'Brien Clan, w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option>
<option> - 2009 FIW Duo Of The Year (w/ Kendra O'Brien)</option>
<option> - April 2012 Superstar of the Month</option>
<option> - April 2012 Storyline of the Month ("Dirty Deeds...")</option>
<option> - May 2012 Superstar of the Month</option>
<option> - May 2012 Match of the Month participant (vs. Damien Holburn @ FIW Deadlock)</option>
<option> - July 2012 Co-Match of the Month participant (vs. Mad Dawg @ FIW ReVolt (07/01/12)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> So yeah, Jim was awesome. :-D </option>
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As one might expect from some one called Extreme Ninja #2, he isn't too affected by the Hellcat's surprise in him being behind her. More so, he's visibly takes a hit when the look of disappointment soon replaces the surprise but manages to hide it well. Timidly the FSC brings up his hand to a little bit over his midsection's height in a slight wave to his near-by friend to further greet her & her troubles. So caught up in all of that her compliment almost goes right over his head till his brain kicks itself and it clicks, making him look down at his clothes.

Extreme Ninja #2: Oh...eh heh, thanks.

His eyes continue to look over his clothes and pulls lightly on the jacket with his right hand's index and thumb fingers. Eventually he realizes he shouldn't be letting himself be overwhelmed by this compliment and looks back up over at his part-time team mate. In one of those happenstance timings, Jaime looks up into his eyes only seconds later and the two friends share a brief eye to eye gaze with each other. Jerking his head a bit in a shake, EN #2 tries to push back his own feelings when the gaze is broken and the champion is back to looking at her phone.

If nothing else at the moment, the two share a common confusion over her situation after she answers the question he posed finally. Luckily that is soon over ridden by another compliment from the young lady that gets Ninja to scratch the back of his head sheepishly. Perhaps just all the red around him, the red scarf included but it looks like there may be a faint red tint to the upper and visible part of his cheeks. Once she sets fourth on trying to explain her situation the Second Generation Extreme Ninja nods his head and forces a determined look.


Extreme Ninja #2: Hmm...

By the look in those crystal blue eyes it looks like the other champion is having his suspicion about who this person she is talking about might be. While FIW's Sweetheart might be unaware of this fact, his eyes shift away from her form momentarily. Confliction starting to enter them over the possibility of who it might be and if it might just be who he thinks it could be that she is talking about. Ninja's chest heaves upward and drops back down when he let's out a deep sigh like exhale & looks back over to her.

Extreme Ninja #2: No one deserves to be wronged and especially on a day like tonight in Christmas, even if they have been far from saints. Those types usually meet what they deserve when justice catches up to them and it almost always does manage to catch up to them.

FIW's O.G. Ninja casts his blue eyes downward and looks down at the floor that divides the two of them, all the few feet or so of it.

Extreme Ninja #2: While I wouldn't hastily rush to their rescue or trust this person that's in trouble if they've wronged you as you are suggesting. I'd at least inform some one else of the situation that I knew could handle it and take care of whatever is threatening this shady person.

A small nod to go along with those words and Ninja let's his head bobble a tad after the nod, and brings his eyes back up to stare deep into Jaime's brown eyes.

Extreme Ninja #2: What action you take really depends on what you feel in your heart is right...and how much you care about the person, Jaime. People do a lot of crazy things in the name of love for another.

Seeing as this may be the touchy part of the subject, the FSC tries to say it as soft and as kind as he can to the Hellcat Division Champion. His hands slipping into his pants' pockets while he awaits to see what his advice might have brought about, if any thing.
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As Jaime thinks over the advice Ninja has given her, someone else makes their much-anticipated arrival to the party. Okay, maybe it's not much-anticipated but Kennedy slinks in through the open door, letting it slam shut behind her. If all eyes aren't on her, then her dress isn't doing it's job. Seemingly borrowed from Jessica Rabbit, Kennedy's blood red heels click across the hard floor as she makes her way across the dance floor. The dress itself is a matching crimson color, hugging every curve of her body as it flows down past her knees. Via a slit running all the way up to her thigh, we can also make out a black garter wrapped around her leg.

The Premier Hellcat enters as nothing less than that, her emerald eyes surveying the guest list and all of their chosen activities. One person in particular grabs her attention. And I'm sure you think you know who it is. And you're probably wrong. The click-clack of her spiked heels lead the way to the center of the dance floor, where a visibly irritated Ethan Adams remains after his encounter for the Evolution of Excellence.

No words are uttered as FIW's Leading Lady saunters past the man she physically tortured on ReVolt. Her only acknowledgement of the First Wonder of the World is a twisted smirk mirroring her reaction to busting him up and getting DQed. Yes, folks, she still seems to enjoy her apparent "revenge" on young Ethan Adams. And as quietly as she walked up to him, Kennedy continues past him and ascends the stairwell towards the bar.

Jaime: Love?

Yes, we've switched back to Jaime and she's questioning Ninja's advice. Is her concern out of love? Or did Adam call her out of love? She shakes the thoughts from her head, desperate not to be hurt by the same old lies. Regardless to them though, can she really stand by and not help someone in trouble?

Jaime: I just have to check on him. I just... I'm sorry it seems like we're too busy to talk. And I'm sorry if it feels like I'm always running from you.

Hmm, it would seem this situation with Adam isn't the only thing weighing on her mind. Could the hellcat really feel like her relationship with Extreme Ninja #2 is on the rocks because of her?

Jaime: I haven't been a very good friend to you lately, Ninja. Things just keep getting in the way and it's stuff you shouldn't have to deal with you. Anyways... here.

Jaime produces a small box from her pocket, placing it in Ninja's hands before pulling her BFF into a hug.

Jaime: Merry Christmas, Ninja. I promise I'll call you later.

And with that the Hellcat Division Champion is on the run. Well, more of a brisk walk as she bolts for the door. Her cell phone clutched in her hand the entire time and without glancing back, she makes her exit from the party.
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In her usual mile-a-second ranting, Ninja barely has any time to react to things she's said, let alone respond to them verbally. By the time he is able to there is a small box of a present in his hand from her and he is getting a hug from FIW's Sweetheart. Right when he's about to embrace her back in the hold she pulls away and starts making for the door at a dash and his eyes widen as she zips past him. When she passes completely the camera focuses on the FSC again whose other hand is now out of his pocket and rubbing the side of his neck.

Extreme Ninja #2: Thanks...

Craning his neck around the Second Generation Extreme Ninja watches after her and his eyes seem to be angle low on her body's frame. What at first could be perceived as a perverse glance is cleared up when the camera zooms in on the running Hellcat. Its zoom reveals underneath her right leg's holiday green fishnet stocking sits a small wrapped package against her thigh's tanned flesh that mysteriously appeared. FIW's O.G. Ninja stares after her for a few more moments and a softer aura overwhelms his crystal blue eyes and they proceed to trail down to his gift.

Extreme Ninja #2: And, Merry Christmas.

Gently he turns the gift around and around in his hand, half tempted to open it to see what it is though in the end opts to pocket it for the time being.

Extreme Ninja #2: I think I can let preparation slide for one night to enjoy the holiday season with some friends.

These words half mumbled to himself as he pats his pocket and looks up towards the second floor where the bar is & where he left the other two Extreme Ninja. At a casual pace the champion strolls over into the shadows and seemingly like magic he reappears out of the shadows back on the upper floor. His fellow Extreme Ninja waiting up there for him and the trio share a group hug as they walk back over to the bar. The Third Generation and Fourth Generation Extreme Ninja looking like they are ready to burst they are so eager to hear how it went, EN #3 even bouncing a bit.
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Shaun Wilson stands by the bar swishing his glass letting the light brown liquid form some kind of whirlpool effect before bringing it up. His eyes are set to the dance floor but soon change when he notices someone coming toward the bar. A Geisha girl. Well, one in attire because the rest is clearly Roxie. Still though, it appears that Roxie is taking this Japanese tour a little seriously as she tightens her sash before approaching Shaun.

"Excuse me, would you mind tightening this thing?"

Roxie turns her back to Shaun but not without looking over her shoulder down toward the back of her sash. Shaun, a little surprised by the sudden request, lowers his raised eyebrows before placing the glass down on the bar. With the best adjustment he can make, he tightens the sash...at least he thinks he does. Tightening Geisha gown sashes isn't really on his resume of skills and hobbies. It's usually the other way around. Shaun is usually helping take the sash off. But it seems to have worked as Roxie turns around with a fair sized smile on her face.

"Thanks."

Shaun: You know,

Shaun reaches over for his glass after noticing that he's kept Roxie's attention.

Shaun: Most Geisha's carry a Kodachi in those.

Roxie stands there silent as Shaun makes some sort of toasting gesture before downing the remaining portion of his drink. Which really, isn't all too much. He places the glass down just as Roxie catches up with the discussion.

"Oh! Well, looks like you did a good job without the help of one. Bye."

Roxie waves lifting up the huge portion of material that is her sleeve. Her hand,. of course, remains hidden underneath it all but the gesture still remains the same. Shaun though doesn't seem finished.

Shaun: You don't know me, do you?

Standing there, again dumbfounded, Roxie really searches her memory for a name. However, there's really only been one name that's been up there recently. Her own, hopefully.

"You're not...Jaime..."

Okay, let's hope it's two names. And it becomes clear that all she's doing right now is bouncing off between the two of them until finally, she gives in.

"No...I'm sorry. I don't."

Shaun doesn't seem too upset. I mean after all, it's just one person who doesn't know his name.

Shaun: It's Shaun. Shaun Wilson.

Pouting out her lower lip, Roxie seems to know that name but can't figure out how. Shaun takes quick notice of this and eases her mind of too much thinking.

Shaun: We're both members of the same group.

"Are you a dancer too? 'cause if so, that'd be great! Because I'm on my way to a job inter--"

Shaun: No.

It's clear that Roxie was on the way to another long winded speech that would go nowhere. Luckily for us, Shaun is there to save the day.

Shaun: The Zaibatsu?

Suddenly, alright not suddenly, all of the pieces begin to fit together as Roxie's mouth gaps open and she points toward Shaun.

"Oh my god! I need a camera!"

Roxie quickly begins to swivel around looking in all directions as Shaun huffs a small laugh at not quite the obvious.

Shaun: Aren't autographs more customar--

"I've never seen a black Japanese man before! Do you guys hibernate year 'round or what?"

Shaun stares at her quizzically, he's never been called a black Japanese man before. And by the look on his face he's thrown for a complete loop. He reaches down and finishes the last of the contents. Mr. Wilson sits the glass back on the bar, before focusing on the new member of the Zaibatsu.

Shaun: What? Black Japanese man? I'm African American.

That last little bit comes out as more of a laugh as Roxie looks sooooo apologetic all of a sudden.

"Oh no. Oh no. I'm so sorry. I'm going."

Shaun: Hey, wait.

Roxie turns around but as she does, she catches her sleeve on the bar ripping it a little in the forearm area.

"Oh no. Great, now I really have to go."

With that, Roxie continues on forward leaving Shaun behind at the bar. Shaun is left but all to stare at Roxie, but a sly smirk appears on his face.

ShaunI'll tap that. As long as she doesn't open her mouth. Black Japanese guy, I've heard it all. Talking about she doesn't know my name. We're in the same group, and she doesn't know me. But..........I'll still tap that!

Shaun turns around to the bar after his low toned rant to himself ordering another shot of Hennessey and Coca-Cola.
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