Post by Amy Roucka on May 7, 2008 14:05:02 GMT -6
.:Scene 1:.
Keys To The VIP
Twirling her shoulder-length blonde and brunette streaked hair, Amy Roucka let a lone smirk cross her features. Her dark eyes glanced away from her best friend and over to the cute waiter currently serving another table. The Vixen had called up Sadie DiPietro for only two reasons. One, simply because they rarely got a time to catch up and talk anymore, especially with about a million things going on at once nowadays. And two, to discuss their match this coming week. Unlike last week, Amy wanted this week to go off without a hitch. It had to be absolutely perfect. After all, losing to someone like Anna repeatedly could do horrors to your reputation as a serious competitor. The girl wasn't THAT bad at wrestling, but she defintely wasn't that good. Crossing her legs one over the other, the woman ignored her tiny pink skirt rising up and leaned her elbow on the table, taking the time to twirl her straightened hair around her forefinger.
Sadie, on the other hand, continued to sip at her mysterious blue drink, not having the slightest clue what it was, but at the same time, not in the mood to just stare at it. Her curled hair was pulled back into a low ponytail left hanging over her shoulder and a pair of simple skin-tight blue jeans and a light pink tube top completed her wardrobe. The two young women sat in silence for a bit longer, each thinking over her own thoughts and each trying to figure out how to strike up a conversation. The loud beats of the music inside the local club was enough to deafen any normal person, but Amy and Sadie weren't the typical, and often stereotypical, bleach-blonde trash-bag hoes everyone made them out to be. They were the two-faced, bitchy party-goers that knew everything about everyone.
Clearing her throat, Amy, finally fed up with her hair, tossed it back over her shoulder and looked at Sadie, giving her a tiny half smile.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"So, tell me you've actually put some thought into this match. Even if you're not technically - IN - it."
She cocked a curious eyebrow, eyes still resting on Sadie. The other girl shrugged her shoulders slightly.
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"I don't know. I mean, last week didn't go as planned, so I figured if we went in without a plan we'd do-"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Sades!"
Snapping her fingers irritably, Amy caught Sadie's attention, eyebrow still raised and lips parted almost incrediously.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"I'm stuck going up against Anna again, y'know, the chick with the cotton-candy colored hair and disgusting piercings and crumbling social life? The one we may have, oh I don't know... LOST to last week!? Sades, please, we have to, have to, HAVE TO go into this with a game plan."
Sadie and Amy both studied each other. Sadie almost crazily while Amy desperately. Shaking her head, Amy held up her hands in defense.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"And as if that's not enough, she embarrassed us on national television in front of everyone. If I can't beat her this week, I might as well dip MY head into a package of Kool-Aid and dub myself some silly little fruity name and get stupid piercings."
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"I know, Ames, I know-"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"No, you don't know. You really don't know. I got pinned last week after you completely abandoned me after totally screwing up MY turn in the spotlight-"
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Excuse me? Amy... I got KNOCKED OUT of the ring after Anna completely blind-sided us. It's not my fault, y'know."
Shaking her head slowly, the white-blonde stared at her best friend. Amy drew a sharp breath, watching Sadie for a moment before placing both of her palms face-down on the shiny clear table inside the VIP lounge inside the club.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Okay, look. Sadie, I've been there for you about a bazillion times before. You can't jeopardize this chance at winning for me. It's not that hard to screw up a match. Just... pretend to get distracted if she tries pinning me and take your time. Please... as a co-worker, as a fellow blonde, as a once-classmate, as a bestfriend... as a sister... I'm begging you. Please, don't screw this up for me."
Pouting innocently, Amy clasped her hands together in a begging-like fashion. Sadie closed her eyes, letting out a tiny sigh and frowning. Amy let out a little whine, sticking out her bottom lip even more and reaching over to grab Sadie's hands with her own.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Please? I love you, Sadie DiPietro."
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Ugh, fine! Fine, but only on one condition."
Sticking up her finger as if she were a schoolteacher, Sadie watched as Amy grinned, sitting up straight almost immediately and quickly muttering a "Anything!".
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"You have to get me another one of these blue thingies."
Letting out a soft giggle, Sadie shook her now empty glass. Amy returned the wide and friendly grin before hopping up to her heeled feet, grabbing Sadie by her upper arm and wrapping her arm around her neck.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Sades, darling, by the end of the night you won't want to see another blue thingy for the rest of your life. Now come on, let's blow the roof off of this place."
Leading her best friend over towards the stairs and down to the main crowd of people to dance and gain some attention, Amy couldn't help but keep the smug look on her face. With Sadie, the special referee in this match, on her side, there was possibly no way in hell she could lose this match.
Keys To The VIP
Twirling her shoulder-length blonde and brunette streaked hair, Amy Roucka let a lone smirk cross her features. Her dark eyes glanced away from her best friend and over to the cute waiter currently serving another table. The Vixen had called up Sadie DiPietro for only two reasons. One, simply because they rarely got a time to catch up and talk anymore, especially with about a million things going on at once nowadays. And two, to discuss their match this coming week. Unlike last week, Amy wanted this week to go off without a hitch. It had to be absolutely perfect. After all, losing to someone like Anna repeatedly could do horrors to your reputation as a serious competitor. The girl wasn't THAT bad at wrestling, but she defintely wasn't that good. Crossing her legs one over the other, the woman ignored her tiny pink skirt rising up and leaned her elbow on the table, taking the time to twirl her straightened hair around her forefinger.
Sadie, on the other hand, continued to sip at her mysterious blue drink, not having the slightest clue what it was, but at the same time, not in the mood to just stare at it. Her curled hair was pulled back into a low ponytail left hanging over her shoulder and a pair of simple skin-tight blue jeans and a light pink tube top completed her wardrobe. The two young women sat in silence for a bit longer, each thinking over her own thoughts and each trying to figure out how to strike up a conversation. The loud beats of the music inside the local club was enough to deafen any normal person, but Amy and Sadie weren't the typical, and often stereotypical, bleach-blonde trash-bag hoes everyone made them out to be. They were the two-faced, bitchy party-goers that knew everything about everyone.
Clearing her throat, Amy, finally fed up with her hair, tossed it back over her shoulder and looked at Sadie, giving her a tiny half smile.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"So, tell me you've actually put some thought into this match. Even if you're not technically - IN - it."
She cocked a curious eyebrow, eyes still resting on Sadie. The other girl shrugged her shoulders slightly.
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"I don't know. I mean, last week didn't go as planned, so I figured if we went in without a plan we'd do-"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Sades!"
Snapping her fingers irritably, Amy caught Sadie's attention, eyebrow still raised and lips parted almost incrediously.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"I'm stuck going up against Anna again, y'know, the chick with the cotton-candy colored hair and disgusting piercings and crumbling social life? The one we may have, oh I don't know... LOST to last week!? Sades, please, we have to, have to, HAVE TO go into this with a game plan."
Sadie and Amy both studied each other. Sadie almost crazily while Amy desperately. Shaking her head, Amy held up her hands in defense.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"And as if that's not enough, she embarrassed us on national television in front of everyone. If I can't beat her this week, I might as well dip MY head into a package of Kool-Aid and dub myself some silly little fruity name and get stupid piercings."
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"I know, Ames, I know-"
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"No, you don't know. You really don't know. I got pinned last week after you completely abandoned me after totally screwing up MY turn in the spotlight-"
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Excuse me? Amy... I got KNOCKED OUT of the ring after Anna completely blind-sided us. It's not my fault, y'know."
Shaking her head slowly, the white-blonde stared at her best friend. Amy drew a sharp breath, watching Sadie for a moment before placing both of her palms face-down on the shiny clear table inside the VIP lounge inside the club.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Okay, look. Sadie, I've been there for you about a bazillion times before. You can't jeopardize this chance at winning for me. It's not that hard to screw up a match. Just... pretend to get distracted if she tries pinning me and take your time. Please... as a co-worker, as a fellow blonde, as a once-classmate, as a bestfriend... as a sister... I'm begging you. Please, don't screw this up for me."
Pouting innocently, Amy clasped her hands together in a begging-like fashion. Sadie closed her eyes, letting out a tiny sigh and frowning. Amy let out a little whine, sticking out her bottom lip even more and reaching over to grab Sadie's hands with her own.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Please? I love you, Sadie DiPietro."
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"Ugh, fine! Fine, but only on one condition."
Sticking up her finger as if she were a schoolteacher, Sadie watched as Amy grinned, sitting up straight almost immediately and quickly muttering a "Anything!".
.:Sadie DiPietro:.
"You have to get me another one of these blue thingies."
Letting out a soft giggle, Sadie shook her now empty glass. Amy returned the wide and friendly grin before hopping up to her heeled feet, grabbing Sadie by her upper arm and wrapping her arm around her neck.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Sades, darling, by the end of the night you won't want to see another blue thingy for the rest of your life. Now come on, let's blow the roof off of this place."
Leading her best friend over towards the stairs and down to the main crowd of people to dance and gain some attention, Amy couldn't help but keep the smug look on her face. With Sadie, the special referee in this match, on her side, there was possibly no way in hell she could lose this match.
