God this place is freaking dead... (o2a)

[Jack McArthur]

The doors swung open, as Jack tumbled in to the cafe. What a grand entrance for the Aussie. Yet, what was that object right next to him? It reflected the light, it was round, and it was leaking out some sort of liquid. You didn't really need to think about it. It's pretty obvious what the object was. It was a can of Fosters, and it seems that Jack had a few to many.

Jack tried to pick himself up from the ground, but failed. Over and over again, Jack tried to do the same thing, but again he failed. At the tenth time, Jack was able to pick himself up, by using an empty chair. He swayed side to side, as he began to make his way through the cafe until he stopped at a table.

This table wasn't empty, there were plenty of people who were seated there. People like Amy Rhoades, Logan Steel or Nick Steel, and The Boston Star. Their eyes stared right up to the drunken fool, who stood right in front of them. What made Jack stand in front of them? Well maybe if was the familiarity of their faces. Even though Jack didn't know them personality, but he still knew their faces. How does he, you may ask? Well Jack usually watches that matches at each show, scouting the talent. Anyways back to the cafe.

" Yoush peoples....thinksh you're.....greatsh... Wells...."

Bang! There goes Jack, passed out in front of his fellow wrestlers. His head and arms rested on the table, as the rest of his body slouched over it. There is a lesson in this kids, don't drink....a lot

[thebostonstar]

"Well, I suppose that's my cue." Boston playfully says as she gets up from her seat, and straightens out her skirt before grabbing her purse, and getting ready to heard towards the door. "I suppose I'll see all of you at Miami." She gives the group a wink before heading out, finishing the last of her coffee as she puts the container in the garbage, carefully walking around a fallen Jack McArthur.

[Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades]

"Don't see that everyday..."

She drums her fingers on the table, watching Boston walk away. She'd have to catch up with her later...

[logansteel]

Logan looks at Jack McArthur and then down at the empty beer bottle on the table, thoughts racing through his head about that. The thought of being that drunk was more scary than shopping with Bordeux.

"Erm, I think I will pass on that beer!"

Then realising he hadn't answered Amy's question he turned to her and said

"Well I know you more than Jean, so if you didn't mind plus it gets me out of the apartment. As you can see I need some new clothes and I always thought a girls opinion is more honest than a guys!"

Logan looked into Amy's eyes he was mesmarised by them and he said.

"With all that my wife has put me through I just want to know that there are still some good girls out there... Ah man that sounded desperate and I am just looking for a few friends just to have fun with. I saw you and Boston sitting here so full of life I thought it was worth talking to you girls!"