Prize On The Mind (O2A)

[amy]

It has been awhile since Game Over, APW last pay per view had ended.
It has been awhile since Amy helped Chantell Angel with taking over the company. Amy sat at the bar, staring at the glass of vodka in front of her. Her mind was flooded with ideas on what she would do with reward Chantell owed her.

I could ask for a chance at the Sarah title, but it could be a bit to early for me.........

Amy took a sip of her vodka, and began to think of other ideas. More and more ideas came to Amy's mind, but the rose title kept coming up. Her finger ran around the top of her glass, as someone began to walk up behind her.

[cin]

Michael Xavier walked up to the bar. He wasn't in the mood for alcohol. Infact, it was probably the last thing that he needed right now. It was apparent that Corey Hollows was not in need of friends. That's fine. When he he ended up being alone because he rejected those that actually reached out, he would have no one else to blame, the fucking asshole. Anyways, Michael placed his arms at the bar and waited for the bar tender to arrive. He looked around and a head with some gorgous hair caught his eye. Michael cleared his throat and commented.

[/i]

Those are some lovely locks that you have going on there...[/b]

Ok, hitting on other women was not exactly his forte...but it was a start. Michael never had much luck with women. The last women to walk out on him made him flip out. But love is all about gain and loss. Let's just hope that Michael gains for once instead of always on the loss.[/i][/center]

[amy]

Amy's hand firmly gripped her glass tightly ready to throw the left over liquor over the person over her shoulder. It was often that Amy allowed people to hit on her, especially with those cheesy calls that do no good. Amy slowly turned around in her seat, bring her drink with her. She like to see who was trying to hit on her, before she covered them in Alcohol. Amy started to move her glass, through the air, but she stopped. She looked up at the man in front of her. His facial features and body structure reminded Amy of someone she use to knew. Alcohol spilled all over her dress, but she didn't care. Her eyes still looked up at the person in front of her.

" Um......thanks. "