Post by Mike Ragnal on May 12, 2007 11:13:35 GMT -5
In the hotel hallway, Sasha Pehl is walking ahead of her boyfriend Mike Ragnal, just walking out of the elevator, with Mike dragging along two suitcases. "Ya wanna know something?" He asked.
"What?" Said his belle, continuing to walk towards their hotel room.
"I think I saw Reckless Jack taking some beer upstairs while we were checking in."
"Are you serious?" She asked, stopping in front of Mike, turning to him.
All Mike can do is let go of the bags, crouch and try to regain his breath. Sasha's suitcase is fucking HEAVY, yanno. Anyway, he catches his breath, and says , "What, you think if I wasn't, I'd be telling you this?"
"Well, I suppose so."
Sasha turns back around and walks, with Mike still dragging the suitcases. "Yeah, I dunno where he'd be going, though. I mean, how the hell could the dude afford a snazzy place like this?"
Sasha, looking down the hall for their room number, answers without skipping a beat. "I remember a while back the two formed a team, him and Jay Williams."
"For real?"
"For real. AH, here we are!" Said the Aussie, finding the number 314 on a typical white hotel door.
Mike soon follows behind her, dropping the suitcases and sitting on the floor. "Good GOD, woman, what do you carry with you?!" He asked, pretty peeved.
"Just the essentials." She said, laughing to herself. She sits down next to him, patting him on the shoulder. "You know, maybe that's not such a bad thing."
"What now?"
"Teaming with someone."
"What, are you crazy? Sasha, I told you, I'm trying to make a name for myself! And the only way to do that is-"
"To get a foot in the door."
"Wha...?"
"Look...so you faced Logan, had a great match...and you lost. But since you actually held your own in the match, people know who you are. They recognize you. And the same goes with Cairo after that match in the TV tournament."
"Well...you're right..."
"Maybe...maybe if you joined up with some of the vets, you'll be more up and out there.""
"Hm...it's something to think about, Sash."
"Good. Now, let's get those bags in the hotel room." She pats him on the back, and stands on her feet, grabbing the key card out of her pocket.
"Hey, by 'we', you mean me!" Mike yelled, quickly getting to his feet.
"If you do, I'll give you a reward." Sasha said, winking at her beau before entering the room. Mike...Mike simply looks at the bags, picks them up, and mumbles under his breath before getting inside...
"The things I do for sex."
"What?" Said his belle, continuing to walk towards their hotel room.
"I think I saw Reckless Jack taking some beer upstairs while we were checking in."
"Are you serious?" She asked, stopping in front of Mike, turning to him.
All Mike can do is let go of the bags, crouch and try to regain his breath. Sasha's suitcase is fucking HEAVY, yanno. Anyway, he catches his breath, and says , "What, you think if I wasn't, I'd be telling you this?"
"Well, I suppose so."
Sasha turns back around and walks, with Mike still dragging the suitcases. "Yeah, I dunno where he'd be going, though. I mean, how the hell could the dude afford a snazzy place like this?"
Sasha, looking down the hall for their room number, answers without skipping a beat. "I remember a while back the two formed a team, him and Jay Williams."
"For real?"
"For real. AH, here we are!" Said the Aussie, finding the number 314 on a typical white hotel door.
Mike soon follows behind her, dropping the suitcases and sitting on the floor. "Good GOD, woman, what do you carry with you?!" He asked, pretty peeved.
"Just the essentials." She said, laughing to herself. She sits down next to him, patting him on the shoulder. "You know, maybe that's not such a bad thing."
"What now?"
"Teaming with someone."
"What, are you crazy? Sasha, I told you, I'm trying to make a name for myself! And the only way to do that is-"
"To get a foot in the door."
"Wha...?"
"Look...so you faced Logan, had a great match...and you lost. But since you actually held your own in the match, people know who you are. They recognize you. And the same goes with Cairo after that match in the TV tournament."
"Well...you're right..."
"Maybe...maybe if you joined up with some of the vets, you'll be more up and out there.""
"Hm...it's something to think about, Sash."
"Good. Now, let's get those bags in the hotel room." She pats him on the back, and stands on her feet, grabbing the key card out of her pocket.
"Hey, by 'we', you mean me!" Mike yelled, quickly getting to his feet.
"If you do, I'll give you a reward." Sasha said, winking at her beau before entering the room. Mike...Mike simply looks at the bags, picks them up, and mumbles under his breath before getting inside...
"The things I do for sex."
