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| Why Double Tequila Chasers Are a Bad Thing.; Jenny, the Morning After. | |
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| Dai | Jul 30 2010, 02:55 AM Post #1 |
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Captain SPARKLE~!!!
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It's interview time! We've got the banner, the interview, a Mr. Tobyard Bostock, a big fluffy microphone, a huge, forced smile, and a nervous glance at the watch. Something's not quite right. We're missing someone. One more glance at his watch, and then he sees who he's supposed to be seeing; and launches into his intro. Toby: Ladies and Gentlemen, Jenny Chennault who's... A few days removed from losing her belts? Looking like death? Both of these would be very true, as Jenny walks into shot with a black hoodie on, hood firmly pulled up. Her face does have a bit of a wax-paper pale quality to it; and her one eye has a solid blear. Toby struggles for a phrase that isn't going to get him killed. Toby: Smelling rather minty, today. This would have something to do with the near-gallon of mouthwash that she gargled before she came out. She started off with something that smelt and tasted like mint-scented meths, but that lost her her breakfast; so she had some of that nifty two layered alcohol free stuff sent up. This is not something she wants to discuss. Jenny: Fuck 'm'Ah doin' here, Bostock? That voice which has occasionally been described as "gravelly" is even hoarser than usual. Toby: Come on, you know the drill. You got a match, you got to promote it. The eye lazily closes , and Jenny sighs. Jenny: An' 'at's why ya dragged me in at'is fuckin' ungodly hour, to listen to you prattle on about shit? Toby's eyes flicker to his watch. It's actually just after noon. Jenny: Jus'... Jus' get on wi' it. Toby: So... You and Havok... Jenny isn't sure she likes where this is going, from his tone. With an eyebrow raised, she dares him to continue; just in case he is. Toby: You two didn't... You know... Jenny: Fuck off. 'Course Ah fuckin' didn't... Naw, couldn'ta done... She starts with indignance, and gets steadily less sure of her self. Casting her mind back through the fog, she tries to piece together the end of the night. Jenny: Naw... Fucker tried to grope me when Ah's gettin' into a cab,1 but... Naw. Got home okay on mah own. Fuck kinda girl you take me for, Bostock? This is about as certain as she can be. In truth, she did indeed get back to her hotel fine on her own. Toby decides not to answer that question. Toby: You sure you're going to be ok for Sunday? Jenny: I swear, you ask me one more fuckin' stupid question, Ah'm gonna throw up all over your shoes. An' right now, Ah can't tell if Ah'd be doin' you a favour... This second sentence is delivered after a slightly unsteady look towards the floor. Jenny: Ah really don' know why he figured Ah'd be a good partner, 'cause let's be honest, Ah don' got de best track record when it comes to tag matches, or tag partners. Come to think of it, neither does he. Toby: Well, that's one thing you got in common. Jenny: You keep watching your feet. After that burst of acid, Toby has no choice but to obey, and stare down at his shoes: a rather snazzy pair of high-tops. Jenny: Only reason Ah'm gonna go through wi'is shit is 'cause Ah still owe Blink a kick in the throat from last fuckin' year when she cost me de Hellcat belt. Ah don' forget 'at kinda shit. Ah don't give a fuck if her partner sets her fuckin' little pink heart aflutter. Ah don't give a fuck if Cathy Neville thinks she's de second comin'a me. Blink is gonna get her fuckin' head kicked in. Prissy li'l bitch is gonna wish she was a fuckin' ghost. And off goes Jenny. Toby: But, uh, what about the team? Tag Team Glory? Gold and Prestige and stuff? Since this isn't really a stupid question [and besides, she's halfway down the corridor and out of shot] Jenny answers. By now she's a little too far away to be heard clearly, even by one of those huge boom-mics. Jenny: We'll fuckin' see... And that, as they say, is that. [size0]1 Someone tried to cop a feel on the way out, but she's not sure2 if it was Havok or the bartender. Also, "getting into" the cab sounds better than "getting poured into" that very same cab. 2 Read: Dai doesn't want to pin something on Havok without talking to Wight first. |
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| Minister Wighty | Jul 30 2010, 08:40 AM Post #2 |
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Opossum Queen of FIW
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Less of "copping a feel" more of "poking her rather pointedly exactly where he assumed her navel would be". Was this sexual? Only Havok knows. Also Havok knows how Jenny's fists taste.* * [size0]They taste like tequila and chicken wings. I suppose this explains his sudden craving. |
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