Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2012 17:50:49 GMT -5
A victory for us....was there any doubt? none on my part. However, My win was soured by the intrusion of Rage and his little sidekick Clash. I don't care how much they hate those two numbskulls they could have waited until we were done with our celebration for god's sake. From what I can remember I've never even met those two shit disturbers, let alone deserve to have them steal my spotlight.
And to top it off, my reward for winning....nothing. No recognition, no new match tag or otherwise. No Adams wants me to sit around and pick my ass all week, while little twerps get matches...who don't even hold a candle to the skill I possess.
I sigh while looking at my appearance in the bathroom mirror. At least in the last couple days I'd managed to tidy up my apartment and put the clothes in the closet but I still needed a few things and I supposed I could go shopping.
I needed a dresser and a couch. I also needed a decent bed...that futon was like sleeping on a bag of rocks for fuck's sake.
Out of everything, the best news I'd gotten was that Electra was gone. Now my brother can do something other than mope over a girl that he can't have, although it was a little dangerous now that she'd said that her and Drake were broken up. What was to stop my doofus brother from going back to Toronto and trying to win her over...'try' being the optimum word here.
I another took a quick look at myself. short shorts because it was damn hot. Tube top that rose enough over my belly button to not only show off my belly bling but also the white play boy bunny tattoo. The one I was the most proud of....new since my ICW days.
If I was going furniture shopping I wasn't going alone. Blaze had complained about my lack of furniture so...he could take me around. Besides I didn't have a car of my own and didn't really feel like taking a cab.
I slipped on my orange flip flops, grabbed the dreaded pink purse and made my way across the hall.
I knocked. it sounded like he was having a party with all the noise. I looked at my phone. It was only 2pm....kind of early.....I guess it was 9pm somewhere. the door opened and I was surprised to see a 'little' person. Actually he was kind of cute.
He looked up at me expectantly.
"So how much do you charge an hour sweetheart?" he asked, pulling out his wallet.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Your the stripper right?"
I suddenly didn't think he was very cute anymore. "Where's Jackson?"
"You'll get your chance with him, but first I'm the one paying so I get first dibs okay?"
"Your about 3 seconds away from being a permanent wall sculpture."
"No need to get nasty..." he smiles and then walks past the threshold to put a clammy hand on my calve. "Don't let my size fool you..."
"Who the fuck are you anyway?"
"I'm Ian Michaels. But you can call me skeezo"
"More like 'Sleezo'. I'm not a stripper, is Jackson here or not?"
He frowns but still doesn't remove his hand from my leg. "Inside...are you like his girl or something cuz last I checked..."
I cut him off. "NO! I live across the hall and I have the misfortune of working with him...now if you'll kindly remove your paw from my leg...."
"What's taking so long? Whose at the door?" I hear Jackson yell from inside and then he appears in the open doorway and I'm blessed with his arrogant jackass smile. He looks at his 'friend's' hand on my bare leg
"You might wanna walk away from him. Next he'll be humping your leg like a horny dog. Then, you'll have to swat him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper"
"I was thinking of power bombing him into the wall."
"So...What can I do for you Miss Goddess?" He moves over and pushes his friend behind him into the apartment. I smile.
"Well isn't that an open ended question..." I put a hand on my hip and his eyes drift momentarily to my exposed stomach and then back to my face. he smiles.
"It could be..."
He's such a flirt. I want to say he doesn't know it but I'm sure he does and the fact that Justin got in his face to tell him to stay away from me only makes it a bigger challenge in his eyes.
"Well I figured since you thought my bed was horrible you could take me to get a new one."
he smirked. "Furniture shopping...."
"You have a car and I don't. It's too damn hot to take a bus and I'm not paying for a cab. Get your ass in gear I'm ready to go now."
~*~
Jackson looks bored as I lay down on another bed that looks and feels the exact same as the last 40 million I've tried out.
"Just pick one already so we can go."
"Why don't you help me decide and stop whining like a little bitch."
He sighs and reluctantly lays down beside me. "It's fine. Why exactly did I need to be the one to tour you around today anyway...where's your douche bag brother at?"
I turn to look at him. Sometimes Justin was a douche but I took offense to Jackson calling him that.
"Busy... now stop bitching. You've done nothing but brag about how your going to get in my pants...so if your so insistent about sharing my bed you might as well be comfortable in it."
He looks over at me with that trademark smile and I don't need to be a mind reader to know what's going on in his head. I was pretty sure that sooner or later, one thing would lead to another but that didn't mean I was going to let him without him having to work for it.
A sales assistant comes over with one of those corny smiles and a clipboard.
"So, how did we like this one?" he asks and I feel like gagging.
"It's fine. We'll take it." Jackson says and I give him a dirty look. He was right. They all felt the same so it didn't really matter.
"Excellent. I'll write that up for you. Is there anything else your looking for..."
"Actually..." I suddenly see something out of the corner of my eye a flash of blonde hair and body structure that have my heart beating fast and a panic rises in me. I make a mad dash to a dresser, pulling Jackson by the arm with me. He crashes into me and gives me an odd look.
"Now miss goddess I think we could have waited until we got back to the apartment to do that..."
I clasp a hand over his mouth. "Shut your trap." I peek around the dresser but I can't see the man at all.
"What are you doing?" he mumbles over my hand. "You know that was rude of you to do to that nice young man..." I can see the mirth in his eyes and know he's making fun of me again. I drop my hand and he peeks around the corner and he's suddenly laughing.
"Are you hiding from that poor guy that happens to look a lot like Newman? I'm disappointed in you..." he clucks his tongue and shakes his head. I punch him in the arm. the sales clerk is still looking rather confused. We emerge from behind the dresser.
"Sorry about that. No I think that's it for today. Thanks." The clerk shakes his head, his perky smile returning. He turns to go back to the front desk to write up the sale.
"Why did you have to hide from someone you thought was Newman, Bliss?" he asked, with almost a serious tone to his voice. I think it's the first time I've heard him actually use my name.
"No reason...I just didn't want to talk to him."
It was none of his business why I didn't want a public run in with Kurt. It could be because I still didn't trust myself around him, the man had the touch and he could probably get me back in his bed with a well placed smile. I didn't want that, so avoiding him at all costs was a way better strategy.
"There's easier ways to go about that then hiding behind a cheap dresser you know..."
"Shut up Jackson."
He's still smirking and laughing at me when we get back to the building.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Jacky." I say with contempt obvious in my voice.
"Oh I did, very much. I hope when the new bed is delivered you'll invite me over...."
"Keep dreaming."
"Every night Goddess." he goes into his own apartment and I hear a blast of loud music before he closes the door. I guess Sleezo's stripper had arrived while we were gone.
Damn it. Another point to Blaze. I couldn't let this go on very long. Strategy Bliss....Strategy. I just had to wait for the right opportunity.
And to top it off, my reward for winning....nothing. No recognition, no new match tag or otherwise. No Adams wants me to sit around and pick my ass all week, while little twerps get matches...who don't even hold a candle to the skill I possess.
I sigh while looking at my appearance in the bathroom mirror. At least in the last couple days I'd managed to tidy up my apartment and put the clothes in the closet but I still needed a few things and I supposed I could go shopping.
I needed a dresser and a couch. I also needed a decent bed...that futon was like sleeping on a bag of rocks for fuck's sake.
Out of everything, the best news I'd gotten was that Electra was gone. Now my brother can do something other than mope over a girl that he can't have, although it was a little dangerous now that she'd said that her and Drake were broken up. What was to stop my doofus brother from going back to Toronto and trying to win her over...'try' being the optimum word here.
I another took a quick look at myself. short shorts because it was damn hot. Tube top that rose enough over my belly button to not only show off my belly bling but also the white play boy bunny tattoo. The one I was the most proud of....new since my ICW days.
If I was going furniture shopping I wasn't going alone. Blaze had complained about my lack of furniture so...he could take me around. Besides I didn't have a car of my own and didn't really feel like taking a cab.
I slipped on my orange flip flops, grabbed the dreaded pink purse and made my way across the hall.
I knocked. it sounded like he was having a party with all the noise. I looked at my phone. It was only 2pm....kind of early.....I guess it was 9pm somewhere. the door opened and I was surprised to see a 'little' person. Actually he was kind of cute.
He looked up at me expectantly.
"So how much do you charge an hour sweetheart?" he asked, pulling out his wallet.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Your the stripper right?"
I suddenly didn't think he was very cute anymore. "Where's Jackson?"
"You'll get your chance with him, but first I'm the one paying so I get first dibs okay?"
"Your about 3 seconds away from being a permanent wall sculpture."
"No need to get nasty..." he smiles and then walks past the threshold to put a clammy hand on my calve. "Don't let my size fool you..."
"Who the fuck are you anyway?"
"I'm Ian Michaels. But you can call me skeezo"
"More like 'Sleezo'. I'm not a stripper, is Jackson here or not?"
He frowns but still doesn't remove his hand from my leg. "Inside...are you like his girl or something cuz last I checked..."
I cut him off. "NO! I live across the hall and I have the misfortune of working with him...now if you'll kindly remove your paw from my leg...."
"What's taking so long? Whose at the door?" I hear Jackson yell from inside and then he appears in the open doorway and I'm blessed with his arrogant jackass smile. He looks at his 'friend's' hand on my bare leg
"You might wanna walk away from him. Next he'll be humping your leg like a horny dog. Then, you'll have to swat him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper"
"I was thinking of power bombing him into the wall."
"So...What can I do for you Miss Goddess?" He moves over and pushes his friend behind him into the apartment. I smile.
"Well isn't that an open ended question..." I put a hand on my hip and his eyes drift momentarily to my exposed stomach and then back to my face. he smiles.
"It could be..."
He's such a flirt. I want to say he doesn't know it but I'm sure he does and the fact that Justin got in his face to tell him to stay away from me only makes it a bigger challenge in his eyes.
"Well I figured since you thought my bed was horrible you could take me to get a new one."
he smirked. "Furniture shopping...."
"You have a car and I don't. It's too damn hot to take a bus and I'm not paying for a cab. Get your ass in gear I'm ready to go now."
~*~
Jackson looks bored as I lay down on another bed that looks and feels the exact same as the last 40 million I've tried out.
"Just pick one already so we can go."
"Why don't you help me decide and stop whining like a little bitch."
He sighs and reluctantly lays down beside me. "It's fine. Why exactly did I need to be the one to tour you around today anyway...where's your douche bag brother at?"
I turn to look at him. Sometimes Justin was a douche but I took offense to Jackson calling him that.
"Busy... now stop bitching. You've done nothing but brag about how your going to get in my pants...so if your so insistent about sharing my bed you might as well be comfortable in it."
He looks over at me with that trademark smile and I don't need to be a mind reader to know what's going on in his head. I was pretty sure that sooner or later, one thing would lead to another but that didn't mean I was going to let him without him having to work for it.
A sales assistant comes over with one of those corny smiles and a clipboard.
"So, how did we like this one?" he asks and I feel like gagging.
"It's fine. We'll take it." Jackson says and I give him a dirty look. He was right. They all felt the same so it didn't really matter.
"Excellent. I'll write that up for you. Is there anything else your looking for..."
"Actually..." I suddenly see something out of the corner of my eye a flash of blonde hair and body structure that have my heart beating fast and a panic rises in me. I make a mad dash to a dresser, pulling Jackson by the arm with me. He crashes into me and gives me an odd look.
"Now miss goddess I think we could have waited until we got back to the apartment to do that..."
I clasp a hand over his mouth. "Shut your trap." I peek around the dresser but I can't see the man at all.
"What are you doing?" he mumbles over my hand. "You know that was rude of you to do to that nice young man..." I can see the mirth in his eyes and know he's making fun of me again. I drop my hand and he peeks around the corner and he's suddenly laughing.
"Are you hiding from that poor guy that happens to look a lot like Newman? I'm disappointed in you..." he clucks his tongue and shakes his head. I punch him in the arm. the sales clerk is still looking rather confused. We emerge from behind the dresser.
"Sorry about that. No I think that's it for today. Thanks." The clerk shakes his head, his perky smile returning. He turns to go back to the front desk to write up the sale.
"Why did you have to hide from someone you thought was Newman, Bliss?" he asked, with almost a serious tone to his voice. I think it's the first time I've heard him actually use my name.
"No reason...I just didn't want to talk to him."
It was none of his business why I didn't want a public run in with Kurt. It could be because I still didn't trust myself around him, the man had the touch and he could probably get me back in his bed with a well placed smile. I didn't want that, so avoiding him at all costs was a way better strategy.
"There's easier ways to go about that then hiding behind a cheap dresser you know..."
"Shut up Jackson."
He's still smirking and laughing at me when we get back to the building.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Jacky." I say with contempt obvious in my voice.
"Oh I did, very much. I hope when the new bed is delivered you'll invite me over...."
"Keep dreaming."
"Every night Goddess." he goes into his own apartment and I hear a blast of loud music before he closes the door. I guess Sleezo's stripper had arrived while we were gone.
Damn it. Another point to Blaze. I couldn't let this go on very long. Strategy Bliss....Strategy. I just had to wait for the right opportunity.