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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 11, 2007 21:43:37 GMT -4
Jen looks down too, and comes to the very same realization.
Wow, how did it take me so long to think of something that was staring me right in… well not the eye, but you get the point. Hmm, but are we sure we want to go that route, turning ourselves into a couple of Mae Wests just for a little attention around here? I mean I’d hate to turn into a hypocrite all of a sudden. I mean beyond the acceptable level I can live with right now.
She puts her finger on her chin and looks up trying to brainstorm.
How do the pros sucker people into hanging out with them?
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Post by blizzardkaze on Apr 11, 2007 21:57:33 GMT -4
Blizzard contemplates the new question while sucking another ice cube into her mouth. Crunching away until she comes up with some possible explanations.
Bargain prices?
Hmm.
Secret handshakes?
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Oh, who are we kidding? I was right the first time. It's the cleavage and all that comes with it. I mean, look, intelligent sharp women are scary.
She sets her glass down.
If we really want to be popular we have to make some drastic changes immediately. First, talk like a grade school drop out because that's like the universal language. Second, less clothes.
She looks at Drew and then down at herself.
A lot less I'm afraid.
She sighs, this was getting ugly.
And last but not least. I'm afraid we are going to have to have sex. A lot of it, and when we aren't having it? We have to be thinking about it, and when we aren't thinking about it? We have to act like we just had it and couldn't possibly have anymore. Until we start thinking about it or having it again.
She swirls the drink in her glass.
Unless, of course, we're drunk. That's like diplomatic immunity.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 12, 2007 0:04:37 GMT -4
Jennifer seems deflated, by having to face this reality.
You know I hate to admit it but you’re right. I’ll get my wardrobe to Goodwill tomorrow morning. Then I guess we have to discuss our options.
She looks across the table trying to spitball some ideas.
Hmm, I guess we’ll have to both involve ourselves in sex scandals. Hopefully we can get something beyond the old run of the mill being a mistress deal. I can work the witch angle, if you want to ride that out with me I’m sure we can figure something out. Plus, as many random trysts, sorry hook-ups gotta get used to the education level thing, as we can squeeze in on the side.
She looks back down at her clothes and messes with her shirt a little, seeming disappointed.
Then I guess we have to worry about wardrobe. I’m sure you’ve got it made, but it’s going to be rough for me.
She pulls on the back of her shirt trying to rein everything in.
I mean what can I even wear any more, you know when I’m out in the ring I’m all cinched in, so this is going to be a tough adjustment, but I guess if we want to be popular we have to do it...
Jennifer finishes off her drink and forces a smile, trying to be optimistic about the whole thing.
Well, I guess this could end up being fun. Can we smoke in the bathroom, and shoplift, to go along with our new image?
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Post by blizzardkaze on Apr 12, 2007 0:29:58 GMT -4
Blizzard refuses to give in to the sour grapes of defeat. She tries to turn things back into their favor.
You're a genius Drew. This witch thing could save us!
She pounds her fist on the table, rattling the glasses.
Really, hear me out. So what's better than one witch? Two witches, right? What do they call that? A coven?
She smiles, trying to put a good spin on this thing.
And maybe a few well placed rumors about what we may or may not be doing with each other in our coven, and wham! We are popular, sexy, witchy, and even mysterious.
Or else you and I pack it up for a change of scenery. Because I'm hanging my cards with you babe.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 12, 2007 0:42:10 GMT -4
Through a serious amount of effort and will, Jennifer slams her fist on the table lightly, with a newfound confidence.
Well, that tears it. We’re writing the press release tomorrow morning and we’ll have to start dropping “anonymous” tips all over the place. And then you know, after that people just won’t be able to mind their own damn business and leave us alone. Which is good. Then we get invited to parties and start getting all the press we need, after that the gears pretty much turn themselves.
She leans forward a little and smiles.
See this is why I like hanging out with you. You’re a problem solver.
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Post by blizzardkaze on Apr 12, 2007 0:49:59 GMT -4
And you're a problem. We were just made for each other.
She winks and laughs out loud.
This is going to fix everything. I can already feel it. I mean, what's a party without witches?
She rolls her eyes as if the answer is obvious.
Plus, everybody knows witches are the new ninjas.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 12, 2007 1:09:05 GMT -4
Jennifer nods matter of factly.
Yep, we have plenty of time to be cool, then to be enjoyed ironically, and then we’ll think of something to switch over to before this stops being hot. You know pirates might be retro by then.
She laughs too, she was clearly having a whole lot of fun working out this scenario.
I really can’t wait to be popular again. Air smells sweeter, food tastes better, oh and it’s been waaaayyyyy too long since someone kissed my ass.
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Post by blizzardkaze on Apr 12, 2007 1:23:23 GMT -4
I can't wait for pirates to come back. They had the best shirts and parties.
She smiles, glad their collective spirits had risen again.
But I find it hard to believe.
She pauses for second, daring to order one more round of drinks.
That no one has kissed your ass, that is. I mean, you poor child.
Service was quick fortunately, as they seemed to rule the entire restaurant and lounge at this point. If she ignored several key facts, the two of them actually seemed pretty important. She picks up her fresh drink, swirling it with a neon straw.
I don't see how the drinks could taste better.
She grins, taking a healthy sip before setting her glass down again and focusing her attention back to Drew.
What is that 3? 4 drinks?
She was obviously working towards something, vodka always made work easier.
Do you remember when I told you our third meeting, all bets were off, and embarrassing questions were inevitable?
She stirs the ice.
Well, I'm afraid my prophetic abilities are on fire. Because that time has come Drewz. Are you ready?
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 12, 2007 1:30:53 GMT -4
She looks at the drink for a moment and decides another one can’t hurt. Especially now.
That was a pretty nice misdirect you threw me there. Wow, I thought we were just going to keep going on and on for a while, then I was confused, and then wham you hit me with this.
She takes a long drink from the straw trying to loosen herself up just a little bit more.
I’m not saying I’m scared or anything. In fact I’m pretty sure I’m up for this now. Alright Blizz, your charm has won me over and led me into a sense of security so I’m willing to do this. Just be forewarned I may have to turn it around on you every once in a while here. So, fire away.
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Post by blizzardkaze on Apr 12, 2007 1:42:42 GMT -4
I told you the first day we met that I was tricky.
She takes another drink, dragging things out because it was fun and gave Drew an equal chance to get liquored up.
Plus now that we've solved one problem, I'm lost and must simply create another one so that my life has meaning.
But don't worry, your answer won't change the fact that you're absolutely stuck with me. There's no penalty phase.
The final, ominous sip graces her lips. She makes sure to stare at Drew without saying anything for a few seconds, adding to sense of foreboding importance of her question.
So Drew, which is it? Men or women?
She couldn't resist a short addition, preempted by an airy sigh of a bored, wealthy, middle aged woman sipping Mai Thais.
"Him" or me?
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 12, 2007 2:10:05 GMT -4
The question was a bit of a shock, but she figured it was a good one to ask. In this environment one couldn’t assume that it was one way or the other
So, we’re going to go hard-hitting? Alright.
She had to stop and think about the question for a long time. All the memories of the problems she had so many months ago flooded back in vivid detail. Time hadn’t made any of it clearer and some of it still hurt her to talk about, mostly because she was the one to blame for almost every bad thing that happened back then.
Well, actually it’s kind of tough to say for me. I’ve, uh, kind of tried it all. The last guy I was with, well let’s just say it ended badly. And well the first and last woman I was with, started badly and ended badly. It was… a really strange time and I really had no idea what I was doing or what would come of it all. If you knew what it was like there you’d understand. Bad news all around, kind of the reason I’m such a mess today. Believe it or not there was a time before I became cynical and embittered.
Jennifer takes another drink, it almost felt better putting it out in the open.
I guess to answer the question, I really don’t know what I want any more. I’d say I’m whatever Morrissey is but that’s kind of a cop out, but before all this I was into men. So, um are you, uh…?
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Post by blizzardkaze on Apr 12, 2007 8:50:28 GMT -4
For as long as I can remember.
Blizzard answers her return volley rather easily.
I guess I figured it all out in High School. Tried to be a good little girl and do the "normal" thing. But that made me miserable and bitchy, so I kept everything under wraps until I graduated. I mean, a lot of girls experiment or whatever. But I just kind of knew.
She had a lot of compassion for Jennifer, and her situation. It wasn't easy not being for sure.
Anyways, started working for the Joshi companies in Japan. I guess you can imagine that I kind of finally found myself there. Forty women travelling the country together, trusting each other. Well yeah, you can paint by numbers.
The restaurant needed bigger glasses, as Blizzard was about hit bottom again.
Anyways, that was ten years ago, and I never looked back. Not to say it's all some magical lesbian dream of perfect relationships, connections, and sharing wardrobes.
She laughs at the thought. She was just like anybody else. Most of her relationships had gone south for the exact same reasons as anybody else on the planet: cheating, growing apart, schedules, lies and secrets. She looks from the bottom of her glass and back to Jennifer.
Morrissey huh? Ouch.
She studies Drew for a little longer.
That really doesn't answer the question at all now does it. But I understand where you're at Drewz. Sorry I had to ask, but if we keep meeting like this, having such wonderful times mixed with two or three more drinks? Well, it was bound to come up in a much more shocking way. I'm really trying to cut back on the kissing young girls and making them cry as I get older.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 12, 2007 23:13:21 GMT -4
She gives her a smile.
Thanks…really.
Jennifer looks down at her glass and turns it around a little as she speaks.
I was a little worried about that after you told me and I’m glad you understand where I’m coming from on this. I just wish things were different, that things were cut clear one way or the other again, but after the things I did, I don’t really know any more. It all just kind of shut down and things really haven’t made sense for a long time.
She sighs thinking about how it all just built up and built up over the last few months, how she had to come back into this environment because she couldn’t stand it any more.
But I’m hoping I’ll figure things out here. I don’t know this place seems, different, like in a good way, you know? Healthier, if you can believe that, and most of the time I feel like I’m doing the right thing, so I’m sure I’ll find the answer sooner or later.
She leans back a little and seems a bit looser. It was all over, she had really come clean.
Just glad we could be honest about all this. I haven’t really discussed it with anyone since then, well without it involving some kind of revenge.
She felt a burden lifted off of her now that at least part of her story was out in the open for someone to hear, and that makes her perk up a little bit.
Alright, I’m up for whatever you’ve got next.
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Post by blizzardkaze on Apr 12, 2007 23:46:27 GMT -4
Well now that we've solved our popularity and sexuality issues. There's really nothing stopping us from taking the top spots in this Rose Garden. Except, of course, getting our butts handed to us by a cookie elf and a the 'good' Blizzard. But I'm sure we can put a positive spin on that if, heaven forbid, those two things come to pass.
Blizzard contemplates some plan of action in her head, while playing with one of the white locks of hair that keeps falling over her shoulder. She inspects for damage, and fins plenty.
The way I see it. The Rose division is filled with a bunch of part time wonders. They show up once a week with a microphone and a questionable wardrobe, cut their little skit, get a match and repeat.
Her chair seemed to wobble briefly, but it was actually her. She quietly places a coaster over the top of her drink. That was enough of that. The wobbles were ill omens.
I mean, the APW has everything right? Cameras, studios, state of the art stuff just sitting there.
She lost her train of though almost instantly, and it took a little longer than usual to find it.
Uhm, did I say State of the Art? Yeah? Great. So we break the mold. I mean really. We are professionals the last time I checked. Veterans even. Why are we doing what everyone else is? That never works.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 13, 2007 0:00:55 GMT -4
Jennifer buries her face in her hands as she groans thinking about getting beat at Full Throttle.
Ugh, don’t remind me. I might have to lay low for a little while if I embarrass myself out in the ring there. I might like have to head to Mexico or something for a while You know, I’m just going to think positive on this one. The power of intention, The Secret if you will. I’m picturing myself as the winner of the match.
She stops suddenly and looks completely disoriented, in every way imaginable.
Wait what were we talking about? Oh yeah, right we were saying we’re like ten times cooler than everyone else and there’s just a bunch of awesome toys sitting around that no one’s using. Except, you know, like tech guys and stuff. But they don’t count. And then I think you might be having a radical idea. Do tell.
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Post by blizzardkaze on Apr 13, 2007 0:22:02 GMT -4
I think.
A rather blank look crosses her face.
I think the vodka is making me think out loud. Or maybe it's actually thinking out loud through me. But it just seems like we should be kicking in doors or something. You know? A real in their face, grab their throats kind of dance.
She was growing frustrated with her rebellious mind. It was refusing to work as she kept saying more. It was a horrible combination.
Maybe we should really start some type of coven. The two of us, maybe a third woman to round us out?
She was just throwing ideas out at random. Seeing if anything actually stuck or more importantly if she would remember them the next day. That was the true test.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 13, 2007 0:50:44 GMT -4
She isn’t able to control the velocity of her fist as it hits the table this time around, but still she hits it, glasses be damned.
Now, see there’s an idea. Get ourselves a bunch of like minded individuals to really shake things up. Crack skulls and what not. Could be a whole lot of fun if things work out right.
Suddenly the ideas start flowing, and flowing and flowing… out of her mouth.
Then, like, we throw our own parties. And we turn people away at the door, which makes them want to see what’s going on even more, and it turns into a whole circle. I think. Maybe. Anyway, did I mention I love it?
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Post by blizzardkaze on Apr 13, 2007 1:01:58 GMT -4
That's exactly it. We take the stage, the ring or the studio? We take it together and we don't play nice.
Little devious wheels turn somewhere inside of her.
Three or four people with the same kind of thinking could take this Rose garden by the roots.
More plant metaphors? What is wrong with me?
Forget I said that, and just go with the spirit, okay?
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Apr 13, 2007 1:37:09 GMT -4
She waves her hands a little indicating that she was in fact going to drop any comment that she had (well she probably wouldn’t have been able to form anything really witty at the time) about the imagery she chose.
Right, forgotten, going with it. We’re going to have to train ourselves to stop thinking Rose, but I think we can do it. OK. Alright, let’s really do this, and do it huge. We’re talking earth shattering here Blizz. This could be the start of something, as long as we don’t decide this is a huge mistake tomorrow morning.
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Post by blizzardkaze on Apr 13, 2007 1:53:11 GMT -4
It's settled. No more roses!
The poor table was pounded on again.
No, wait. We didn't decide that. We decided the other thing. Alright, well this Full Throttle is already wrapped up. But the next one? We take it. Plus that will give us time to sleep this off and think of a fear inducing, popularity increasing name.
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