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Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Feb 14, 2008 13:34:00 GMT -5
Alright, so MayheM... BOMBED. It sucked, it royally did. And, even more amusing? Veranica hasn't been seen since being made a fool of. Guess someone got burned? Nothing Amy really liked doing, but, meh... if some idiot thinks she can outshit talk anybody, she's in for a rude awakening.
Oh well, Amy's bored as hell. Nothing has come up about this weekend yet, so she's still around the GCW Tower. She may head to Miami to have some fun, but for now?
Food.
She's hungry as hell, and just placed her order for a nice, huge salad. Whoever comes in? Are welcome to join her. |
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Post by thebostonstar on Feb 14, 2008 13:58:10 GMT -5
Boston couldn't believe she allowed herself to step into this cafe once more. It had a been a good month since she last decided to step into the business, but nevertheless, things seemed to always happen whenever she allowed her coffee-addiction lead her to this place. She was dressed in classic business attire, complete with a dark navy blue skirt as she graced her way inside the building. Letting out a sigh, knowing that she allowed her temptations to get the best of her again, she took a seat, and waited for the line to get smaller, so she could order her coffee on the go. Resting her head on her arms for a while, she decided to finally take a gander around the place, and spotted Amy nearby. Now there's someone she hadn't talked to in a while, she still had her sweater. Putting on a smile, she left her table, and walked towards Amy's.
"Hello Amy," she replied in a pleasing tone, "May I?"
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Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Feb 14, 2008 14:15:57 GMT -5
"Oh, hey Boston! Yeah, go right ahead... At least there's life around this place now. It's all just fans in here wanting to see if they can get with the wrestlers..."
She sat back up straight, setting her water to the side before looking around...
"And some of the guys that come here are absolute creeps... the fans are so bad..." She whispers in a tone for only Boston to hear. Speaking up now, "So... how's that hoodie holding up? It's been a while since I've seen you playing dress up..." |
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Post by thebostonstar on Feb 14, 2008 14:21:55 GMT -5
Boston laughed as she took a seat. "Well, I suppose you can say I'm playing dress-up at the moment, to make sure people don't really recognize me. This disguise seems a little more plausible, wouldn't you say? Totally not as fetish-y as that maid one was." She does a little pose while sitting down, trying to match that essence of a highly-powered business woman. "Your hoodie is doing just fine. She's sleeping with my clothes at the moment, enjoying herself. Really, really comfortable she is. When would you like her back?"
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Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Feb 14, 2008 14:31:58 GMT -5
"Anytime you get the chance... it isn't like I don't have a ton of them..."
The waitress comes by, bringing Amy a side of bread. Ugh... like she was going to eat that carb trap.
Well... maybe a piece. She's starving right now... and they're still probably grilling the chicken for her salad.
Bastards.
"And can I get anything for you, Miss?"
"Go ahead, Boston... I got it, it's no big deal. I've been dying for somebody that doesn't go absolutely silent after running their mouths. God knows I've dealt with that enough between that roider Colombain, Silvia's pet, and Veranica..." *have to head out, will be back to continue later tonight...* |
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Post by thebostonstar on Feb 14, 2008 16:00:52 GMT -5
Boston got excited. She was going to keep that hoodie forever unless Amy decided otherwise. A token of their friendship. When the waitress arrived, Boston couldn't decide what exactly she wanted. Yes, she came for coffee, but there were so many variations of what she could have. It's like asking what's your favorite color; just too many choices. After a few seconds of humming to herself, she finally decided. "Just a simple cup of coffee should suffice." The waitress writes it down, and nods back before leaving.
She then brought her attention back to Amy. "Well, honestly, I'm using this git-up to hide from a certain someone, just in case he happens to find me in here again. You see, this place has given me the worst of luck when it comes to this certain someone, and I'm hoping this doesn't turn into a re-run. God, I wouldn't mind some bit of silence from him; I consider you somewhat lucky." She sneakily looked towards the entrance, and let out a sigh. Boston was expecting Cameron to come interrupt her peace again. He had a habit of doing this. Hopefully this little coffee trip wouldn't bring her troubles.
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Post by car on Feb 14, 2008 21:46:21 GMT -5
It sure wasn't Cameron walking through the entrance but none other then Nick Jones. He walks in with his sweater on and hood down. His shades on he see's every booth basically empty but one. In there were two of the most beautiful ladies in GCW. Nick walks over as he pulls down his shades.
[glow=White,2,300]"Do you mind if I take a seat?"[/glow]
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Post by logansteel on Feb 14, 2008 22:17:58 GMT -5
Logan walks through the door he shakes his head as he sees Nick Jones standing there waiting.
"Eh Logan what a putz, like a chump like that stands a chance with either of those ladies!"
he laughs
"Quiet Nick we are in public, a man talking to himself is something that attracts attention and we don't want that do we!"
he snarls as he hates Logan putting him down in such a way, but Logan has a point a grown man talking to himself is somewhat disturbing. He notices that the staff are giving him funny looks was because he was talking with his dead brother or because he remorselessly destroyed his wife and stole her championship belt on the last MayheM show.
"Now why is a LockUP! Superstar who has a great way with words talking to two of MayheM's hottest stars?"
Logan looked over at the two women, maybe they need saving from Mr Jones, Maybe they'd eat him alive. Logan laughs and thinks that they might eat him alive too, maybe he would need to save the other Nick in the room. It felt good to bring a smile to his face and feel a little at ease with himself through the recent times a smile was looking like a distant memory. Logan looked at both of the ladies and both were sure mighty fine, but what would they be interested in a psycho like him for he didn't know if he should say hello or not.
"Nah forget it for once in my life I'm getting wasted!"
Logan walks up to the bar but keeps looking back at Boston* and "Sapphyre" and gets a warm feeling...
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Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Feb 15, 2008 12:57:58 GMT -5
"Well, Bos... you may consider me lucky, but look what we have here..." she whispers over to Boston. Finally, looking up at the guys, she smiles.
"Hi... um... we're not going to get any type of macho fight with you two standing over us are we? Cuz, I kinda have lunch on the way, and her a coffee... so..."
She reaches into the bread basket, tearing off a piece and offering it forward...
"Bread?"
She puts her piece in her mouth, offering it to the strangers. Maybe she'd get a chance to talk to Boston about a wicked, seat of her pants idea she just had like, two seconds before these guys showed up... |
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Post by thebostonstar on Feb 15, 2008 13:19:08 GMT -5
"Aye," Boston thought to herself as she dumped her head into her arms before looking back up at the two men who seemingly had the hots for the two. "I suppose more company would be nice." She scoots herself over in the seat, to invite one of them to sit along with her as she gives a look to Amy, a look that just screamed "God why! I don't want anymore guy problems!"
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Post by car on Feb 15, 2008 13:40:04 GMT -5
Nick looks over at Boston*.
[glow=White,2,300]"Thanks."[/glow]
Nick says that as politely as he could think of. Then he looks over at Amy.
[glow=White,2,300]"No Mrs.Rhoades no trouble to be caused. Just wanted to sit and enjoy myself with you two ladies."[/glow]
"Nick then sits down and waits for a response. |
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Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Feb 15, 2008 13:45:06 GMT -5
"Oh... well, Kay.  "
She guesses? Boston didn't look too thrilled. She sorta wasn't either... just wanted some lunch and to share her super-cool idea she had... so...
"And what about you, Logan?" |
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Post by thebostonstar on Feb 15, 2008 13:57:50 GMT -5
Boston rolled her eyes at Nick's comment. "Typical penis-thinking," she thought to herself as she sat, and waited for her drink. Service couldn't be any slower, she needed something to distract herself from this situation. She needed something to sip, and feel good about. But no! Stupid cafe place had to take forever. She politely crosses her arms, trying not to voice her concerns over this new situation, and dang was it hard without something to distract herself with.
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Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Feb 15, 2008 14:04:20 GMT -5
Before Logan can speak up, Amy catches glance of the waitress behind him with her hands full. The tray with Amy's salad and Boston's coffee... oh thank god. Amy was starving... and, half thought about eating like a pig to see if the guys notice and run away. It would be worth a shot...
"Excuse me..."
The waitress brushes Logan standing there still slightly, setting down Boston's coffee and Amy's salad, before asking, "Do you need anything else?"
"I think we're all set..."
Amy didn't look up from her salad, giving Boston time to answer. She, in the meantime, was pouring some of the fat free Italian dressing over the chicken and moving aside some of the tomatos. She hated those things. |
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Post by car on Feb 15, 2008 14:04:55 GMT -5
Nick sat there wondering if he had interupted something. He looked over at Boston first and saw she wasn't so thrilled and then he looked over at Amy. She was ok but maybe he had cut into a discussion.
[glow=White,2,300]"Is there something wrong? It seems you two might of been having a discussion. If so then I am very sorry and I can leave."[/glow]
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