Post by prozac on May 20, 2007 20:05:18 GMT -5
It is an average night considering the terrible rainfall we had been experiencing the past few days, the wind had certainly died down a fair bit and to say the least I was just happy that I didn't have to worry about grabbing a coat before I left. I had been walking for hours now, not sure what to do with myself. The tag loss last week eats at me, I mean come on The Meds have beaten countless teams and we lost to The Unholy Legion. I sigh heavily, my chest collapsing into itself as I stop on the edge of the sidewalk momentarily. I notice the small flicker of an orange streetlight flicker above me, acting as though it wanted nothing more than for me to move on, disappear from its sight and become dead... dead as I felt at this very moment. Who was I to disrespect its wishes? I wasn't going to argue. I cast my eyes back down toward my size 12 feet, noticing the sneakers which enveloped my toes as a steady beat suddenly fades into sound. I look up suddenly, stopping once more as I cast my attention across the road. I see a large sign win bright blue neon letter that read “BAR”. I figure why not? I could use a few drinks. I look both ways, not a car in sight. I then make my way across the street. I step towards a big green metal door and place my hands on its cold surface to push it open.
Stepping inside, I immediately notice I am indeed a little overdressed for this bar. Sticking out like a sore thumb amid all the leather and cowboy boots in my snug-fitting white short sleeve dress shirt that formed over my muscles perfectly. Rounding out the look was a pair of comfortable light blue jeans which hung limply around my muscular legs, trailing down to the white sneakers on my feet. I sigh gently, taking one last overall view of the crowded bar, two sweaty older men were bent over the pool table, arguing amid the scattered balls and the heavy cloud of cigarette smoke, over to my left is a room separated by a small four foot wall in the room there are a bunch of tables spread out and most of them are occupied. To my right is the very crowed dance tune where people are dancing to Honky Tonk Badonkadon by Trace Adkins which is being blasted over the surround sound system. Now I look straight in front of me where everyone who isn’t playing a game or dancing is standing and mingling. I sigh again suddenly realizing what life was like being a sardine tucked away in a can with several others as we huddle close together by force… I hated it. I turn to notice the bar on the other side of the room, a quick smile presenting itself across my thin lips as I notice the alcohol which mounted itself upon the back wall. Maybe a few wouldn’t hurt, who was I to deny it such pleasure?
I begin to quickly head toward the bar, a task which in itself it easier said than done as I hurdled into several crowds of people, all rounded in a circle as they discuss the facts of life and which person best suited who. Relationships…that’s all I needed to hear. I roll my eyes, pushing past a group which hunched around the bar with their drinks in hand, shrugging off the glares which were soon to stab into my back like a thousand daggers. I try to remain low, attempting to ignore the smoky atmosphere of the compact bar and the stale stench of ale mixed with the scent cigarette smoke which circled in the humid heat of the sweat ridden bodies of its customers. The bar was covered with people when I got there, the stools taken by several different people as they all demanded a drink. I waited for a few minutes before spotting an empty stool on the far end, practically hidden. I rush, grabbing it before anyone was able to beat me to it. I gently place my arms on to the hardened wood of the bar top, my arms soon finding comfort as my legs dangle freely from the stool.
Voice:
Can I get you anything?
My ears tingled at the sound of a female voice as it invaded my ears, grasping my attention almost immediately as I pull my head up to look toward the direction from where it came from. I didn't have to search for long, meeting instantly with those intense auburn eyes, flickering with soothing warmth as she leant her upper body onto the surface of the bar. Her arms were crossed in front of her as her elbows took what weight she had, her perfectly tanned arms left bare by the sleeveless lilac halter top she wore confidently as the V in the neck showed the stunning cleavage of her well endowed chest. I smile, noticing the pearl white of her teeth as she flashed a welcoming grin toward me, a set of dimples finishing her cheeks sweetly as her wisp of dark brown hair swept itself over her right shoulder.
Prozac:
A shot of JD would be nice.
My voice followed with a muffled croak as I held my smile for a few more moments, watching as she nodded, a few rogue strands of hair soon only to sweep onto her forehead as she pushed herself back from the surface of the bar. My eyes watched her with certain interest as she pulled a glass from beneath the bar, her other hand only to follow with a bottle of jack as she poured it quickly into the glass, it wasn’t long before she placed it in front of me, a smile still placed upon her lips as she pulled her hand away from it. I plucked the shot glass from the bar's top quickly, knocking it back with one swift movement as it soon hit the top once again with a 'thud'.
Prozac:
Can I have another? And keep them coming please.
She didn't hesitate, with a quick wash of her hands she produced the bottle of jack, pouring yet another load into my glass as she pulled herself away from the bar, leaving behind the bottle for me to gauge myself upon. I knocked it back again, feeling the sudden burst of adrenaline as the warm liquid hit my throat, burning a tingling pleasure down into my gut pleasantly as I put the glass back down onto the bar top once again, before, once more I filled it with yet another shot glass full of Jack, knocking it back, before attempting another go.
I could sense her watching me, studying me with her piercing eyes as she leant back on the other side of the bar, her hands tucked neatly beside her as she leaned upon them. It wasn't long before I heard her same wistful voice etch into sound once more, seizing my attention in the palm of her manicured hand as she spoke.
Waitress:
Trouble?
I watched as her perfectly plucked right eyebrow arched toward the emptying bottle of jack, I manage a half hearted gruff before returning to my task of emptying its contents once more. It wouldn't take long before she would be in front of me again; her warming eyes placed but a few inches away from mine as she leant forward toward me. I look up, the full glass of jack sat between my fingers as she held out her right hand toward me.
Waitress:
Alexia!
She smiled, smooth and calmly, waiting for my response. I take a moment to study her fine hands, the length of her feminine fingers as she held it toward me, I wasn’t really in much of a mood to meet and greet anyone new but I didn’t want to seem rude. Taking a moment to find myself, I unwrapped my hand from around my helpless prey, my own fingers soon to coil around hers as I felt the smooth flow of a sturdy shake between the both of us, my own words now mumbling into sound.
Prozac:
It’s nice to meet you, Alexia. I’m Robert, Rob, but most know me as Prozac.
I watched her vibrant eyes widen as my voice uttered my ring name, her body soon rising in formalities as her once warming smile turned into a much more apt one.
Alexia:
I thought I recognized you. Prozac from XVI right? You're apart of the Meds. I watch you guys whenever I get the chance!
I smiled, suddenly feeling a little more comfortable with her company, although she wouldn’t agree as her perfectly sculptured cheeks began to blush.
Alexia:
Well, it’s not like I just watch FWF for you guys... I mean, well... I’ve seen you a few times... and... well...
I felt my smile grow a little wider, watching as I heard her try to find the right words. She just shook her head, sighing for a brief moment as she glowered from the anger toward herself in which she felt.
Alexia:
Ah heck. You know what I mean. I sound like some damn crazed fan now wanting your underwear.
I laughed slightly, secretly wishing that I had worn some. I watched as she fidgeted, trying to find her place of comfort with me once more, my own hand soon only to hold out the practically empty bottle of Jack now.
Prozac:
Pour yourself one, looks like you need it more than me.
I smiled as she glared at me playfully, her hand soon only to disappear for only a moment as she pulled a glass up onto the bar and rested it mere inches away from mine, soon filling her glass with the left over Jack Daniels. I watched as she lifted it, taking it in one go as she placed the glass back on the bar top quickly... not even flinching from the steady warmth of the alcohol. Well, she could certainly handle her drink well. I just smiled once more, this time pouring myself and Alexia another glass as she spoke up once again.
Alexia:
So, what brings you here? I haven't seen your face around this place before.
You can’t really blame a man when he lives a fair distance away, both walking and driving. I look down toward my filled shot glass, fumbling with the smooth object for a moment as a pause of silence separated us.
Prozac:
I was in the neighborhood... just trying to get my thoughts together before my match on Monday.
I picked up the glass, knocking back its contents as I had a few dozen times already as a puzzled look washed over Alexia’s face.
Alexia:
Oh?
I smiled briefly, attempting to knock off the fact that a few customers were now shouting for assistance from her. I suppose she was the busy body type, you know? The ones that try to fix something that doesn’t really need fixing, the type that doesn’t like a guy to wallow in self pity alone for too long. Whether it was her job or not, I humored her and kept the conversation going.
Prozac:
If you haven’t noticed I have been on a losing streak lately..
I watched as a smile formed onto her lips once more, obviously understanding or rather humoring me as I did her by answering as she lifted glass from the bar top, taking yet another gulp of her whiskey before placing the glass down once again and returning back to the topic at hand.
Alexia
So what can’t win them all..
Her voice was filled with a dose of affection as she uttered her words toward me, she understood, but what wrestling fan wouldn’t? I smiled, thanking her for her words. I lowered my gaze, throwing it toward the glass before me as I noticed the partially empty glass in which she had filled from the remaining contents of Jack as I spoke to her.
Prozac
Yeah, but it’s my job, well more my life so I am going to put my best into this next match. I am good at what I do and I always make sure I put everything on the line, losing a match is like losing part of my life, because like I said wrestling is my life.
Her smile widens as she inches closer toward me, her eyes piercing into mine as she studied me, her thick sultry lips soon parting their ways once more as her voice marched into sound
Alexia
You have a lot of passion for wrestling. You're an inspiration for the ages, unique from some of the one hit wannabes that are out there.
Her words are like chocolate to my ears, it is true I have a lot of passion for wrestling but I never considered myself an inspiration. At his point I also notice that my cheerful smile that I am always seen with is at its max width.
Prozac
Well I could use some inspiration of my own; my head isn’t in the right mind for this next match..
It would freak me out with how quick she would respond to what I had just said, almost as if expecting what I was going to say to her as she cuts the last of my sentence, quickly filing in with her own voice.
Alexia
What do you know about this match?
Her eyes look at me questionably. It was a good question; I search my thoughts for a minute to find the information she asked for, I guess it wasn’t hard to think about to be honest, Monday Night Rampage had but a fair few wrestlers on its roster, it wasn’t hard to figure out that it could be any number of them.
Prozac
I know that I am facing the current Next Gen champion and the former Xtreme champion will be in his corner.
She was smiling happily again, acting as though she was almost proud of what she said.
Alexia
Well that should be easy to get you mind on. Your partner has experience in the ring with your opponent just have him tell you whatever you need. I don’t know if that is any help.
A small chuckle escapes her half parted lips. Her laugh was a cheerful melody, and when its sweet sound hit my ear drums I couldn’t help but let our a light laugh of my own.
Prozac
You actually are helping, not a lot but you are.
I felt my own grin form onto my lips, evil but playful all the same as my eyes glimmered with amusement. She was still smiling, pretending to be offended by my words as she spoke up once again.
Alexia
Oh, thanks a lot.
We laugh in almost perfect harmony for a brief moment, the scene some how feeling as though it had melted away before forcing its way back into life. I look back down toward my glass, peeling my attention away from her sincere eyes as I note the remaining size of whiskey in it. I kept my eyes lowered for a brief moment, talking in an average murmur as she continued to listen to my every words.
Prozac
I am manly thinking about the match at the next pay per view.
She fell silent as I finished speaking, something which I hadn’t expected. I look up from my lost gaze of the whiskey, checking to see if Alexia had decided to run off with the chance I had just given her… she hadn’t. Leaning back onto the counter in which had done a few moments ago, she pondered, her eyes lost in a deep tunnel of thought as her long finger nails drummed on the bar’s top. She came back with a quick snap, her face somber and poised as a formal attitude smothered her voice.
Alexia
You should concentrate your next match, worry about any others when the time comes.
She had pulled herself from the comfort of the counter top behind her now, her own body standing to attention as a few customers began to push each other at the stools beside me. She would lose her attention from me for a moment or two as she surveyed the men. I spoke quickly, trying to regain her attention.
Prozac
Yeah guess your right.
Alexia
Yeah I know I am!
She would turn once again. I suppose she hadn’t realized that security had already dragged the drunken brutes away from the bar and ushered them out of the building as quickly as possible. I watched as her body relaxed from its rather tensed state she had endured a moment or so ago, her head only to turn slowly back to me once again as she sighed gently.
Prozac:
Busy nigh-
Customer:
MISS!
He had cut me eagerly from our conversation, I could sense Alexia wasn’t all that eager to leave as she turned to face a burly looking man who was waving a right hand, a ten dollar bill clutched between his fingers. She looked back to me once again, a smile of apologies soon to form on her lips as she spoke once again.
Alexia:
I have to…
She cut herself off, noticing the slight smile and waver of my hand as a signal to say there was really no need to explain. She sighed happily, the same smile continuing to churn on her lips as she spoke one final time.
Alexia:
I’ll see you around then?
Prozac
Definitely!
Her smile grew slightly, something which I guess could be described as a silent plea. Her attention soon filed toward the customer whom had shouted her. I shook my head lightly, unable to understand how only a fan could truly understand what I was going through. I sigh, breaking my contact of thought as I pull the shot glass back toward my parched lips, gulping down the remaining section of whiskey as I dropped the glass back to the bar. I took a quick moment to fumble through my black wallet, pulling out a few crisp twenties from within it and leaving them with another waitress that was coming from the back room. She smiled to me, nodding as I asked her to give them to Alexia. With that, I turned away from the bar slowly, my thoughts returning to how to get out of here and the upcoming match in which approached. I had a lot to do and very little time to do it, but I was going to be ready…
Stepping inside, I immediately notice I am indeed a little overdressed for this bar. Sticking out like a sore thumb amid all the leather and cowboy boots in my snug-fitting white short sleeve dress shirt that formed over my muscles perfectly. Rounding out the look was a pair of comfortable light blue jeans which hung limply around my muscular legs, trailing down to the white sneakers on my feet. I sigh gently, taking one last overall view of the crowded bar, two sweaty older men were bent over the pool table, arguing amid the scattered balls and the heavy cloud of cigarette smoke, over to my left is a room separated by a small four foot wall in the room there are a bunch of tables spread out and most of them are occupied. To my right is the very crowed dance tune where people are dancing to Honky Tonk Badonkadon by Trace Adkins which is being blasted over the surround sound system. Now I look straight in front of me where everyone who isn’t playing a game or dancing is standing and mingling. I sigh again suddenly realizing what life was like being a sardine tucked away in a can with several others as we huddle close together by force… I hated it. I turn to notice the bar on the other side of the room, a quick smile presenting itself across my thin lips as I notice the alcohol which mounted itself upon the back wall. Maybe a few wouldn’t hurt, who was I to deny it such pleasure?
I begin to quickly head toward the bar, a task which in itself it easier said than done as I hurdled into several crowds of people, all rounded in a circle as they discuss the facts of life and which person best suited who. Relationships…that’s all I needed to hear. I roll my eyes, pushing past a group which hunched around the bar with their drinks in hand, shrugging off the glares which were soon to stab into my back like a thousand daggers. I try to remain low, attempting to ignore the smoky atmosphere of the compact bar and the stale stench of ale mixed with the scent cigarette smoke which circled in the humid heat of the sweat ridden bodies of its customers. The bar was covered with people when I got there, the stools taken by several different people as they all demanded a drink. I waited for a few minutes before spotting an empty stool on the far end, practically hidden. I rush, grabbing it before anyone was able to beat me to it. I gently place my arms on to the hardened wood of the bar top, my arms soon finding comfort as my legs dangle freely from the stool.
Voice:
Can I get you anything?
My ears tingled at the sound of a female voice as it invaded my ears, grasping my attention almost immediately as I pull my head up to look toward the direction from where it came from. I didn't have to search for long, meeting instantly with those intense auburn eyes, flickering with soothing warmth as she leant her upper body onto the surface of the bar. Her arms were crossed in front of her as her elbows took what weight she had, her perfectly tanned arms left bare by the sleeveless lilac halter top she wore confidently as the V in the neck showed the stunning cleavage of her well endowed chest. I smile, noticing the pearl white of her teeth as she flashed a welcoming grin toward me, a set of dimples finishing her cheeks sweetly as her wisp of dark brown hair swept itself over her right shoulder.
Prozac:
A shot of JD would be nice.
My voice followed with a muffled croak as I held my smile for a few more moments, watching as she nodded, a few rogue strands of hair soon only to sweep onto her forehead as she pushed herself back from the surface of the bar. My eyes watched her with certain interest as she pulled a glass from beneath the bar, her other hand only to follow with a bottle of jack as she poured it quickly into the glass, it wasn’t long before she placed it in front of me, a smile still placed upon her lips as she pulled her hand away from it. I plucked the shot glass from the bar's top quickly, knocking it back with one swift movement as it soon hit the top once again with a 'thud'.
Prozac:
Can I have another? And keep them coming please.
She didn't hesitate, with a quick wash of her hands she produced the bottle of jack, pouring yet another load into my glass as she pulled herself away from the bar, leaving behind the bottle for me to gauge myself upon. I knocked it back again, feeling the sudden burst of adrenaline as the warm liquid hit my throat, burning a tingling pleasure down into my gut pleasantly as I put the glass back down onto the bar top once again, before, once more I filled it with yet another shot glass full of Jack, knocking it back, before attempting another go.
I could sense her watching me, studying me with her piercing eyes as she leant back on the other side of the bar, her hands tucked neatly beside her as she leaned upon them. It wasn't long before I heard her same wistful voice etch into sound once more, seizing my attention in the palm of her manicured hand as she spoke.
Waitress:
Trouble?
I watched as her perfectly plucked right eyebrow arched toward the emptying bottle of jack, I manage a half hearted gruff before returning to my task of emptying its contents once more. It wouldn't take long before she would be in front of me again; her warming eyes placed but a few inches away from mine as she leant forward toward me. I look up, the full glass of jack sat between my fingers as she held out her right hand toward me.
Waitress:
Alexia!
She smiled, smooth and calmly, waiting for my response. I take a moment to study her fine hands, the length of her feminine fingers as she held it toward me, I wasn’t really in much of a mood to meet and greet anyone new but I didn’t want to seem rude. Taking a moment to find myself, I unwrapped my hand from around my helpless prey, my own fingers soon to coil around hers as I felt the smooth flow of a sturdy shake between the both of us, my own words now mumbling into sound.
Prozac:
It’s nice to meet you, Alexia. I’m Robert, Rob, but most know me as Prozac.
I watched her vibrant eyes widen as my voice uttered my ring name, her body soon rising in formalities as her once warming smile turned into a much more apt one.
Alexia:
I thought I recognized you. Prozac from XVI right? You're apart of the Meds. I watch you guys whenever I get the chance!
I smiled, suddenly feeling a little more comfortable with her company, although she wouldn’t agree as her perfectly sculptured cheeks began to blush.
Alexia:
Well, it’s not like I just watch FWF for you guys... I mean, well... I’ve seen you a few times... and... well...
I felt my smile grow a little wider, watching as I heard her try to find the right words. She just shook her head, sighing for a brief moment as she glowered from the anger toward herself in which she felt.
Alexia:
Ah heck. You know what I mean. I sound like some damn crazed fan now wanting your underwear.
I laughed slightly, secretly wishing that I had worn some. I watched as she fidgeted, trying to find her place of comfort with me once more, my own hand soon only to hold out the practically empty bottle of Jack now.
Prozac:
Pour yourself one, looks like you need it more than me.
I smiled as she glared at me playfully, her hand soon only to disappear for only a moment as she pulled a glass up onto the bar and rested it mere inches away from mine, soon filling her glass with the left over Jack Daniels. I watched as she lifted it, taking it in one go as she placed the glass back on the bar top quickly... not even flinching from the steady warmth of the alcohol. Well, she could certainly handle her drink well. I just smiled once more, this time pouring myself and Alexia another glass as she spoke up once again.
Alexia:
So, what brings you here? I haven't seen your face around this place before.
You can’t really blame a man when he lives a fair distance away, both walking and driving. I look down toward my filled shot glass, fumbling with the smooth object for a moment as a pause of silence separated us.
Prozac:
I was in the neighborhood... just trying to get my thoughts together before my match on Monday.
I picked up the glass, knocking back its contents as I had a few dozen times already as a puzzled look washed over Alexia’s face.
Alexia:
Oh?
I smiled briefly, attempting to knock off the fact that a few customers were now shouting for assistance from her. I suppose she was the busy body type, you know? The ones that try to fix something that doesn’t really need fixing, the type that doesn’t like a guy to wallow in self pity alone for too long. Whether it was her job or not, I humored her and kept the conversation going.
Prozac:
If you haven’t noticed I have been on a losing streak lately..
I watched as a smile formed onto her lips once more, obviously understanding or rather humoring me as I did her by answering as she lifted glass from the bar top, taking yet another gulp of her whiskey before placing the glass down once again and returning back to the topic at hand.
Alexia
So what can’t win them all..
Her voice was filled with a dose of affection as she uttered her words toward me, she understood, but what wrestling fan wouldn’t? I smiled, thanking her for her words. I lowered my gaze, throwing it toward the glass before me as I noticed the partially empty glass in which she had filled from the remaining contents of Jack as I spoke to her.
Prozac
Yeah, but it’s my job, well more my life so I am going to put my best into this next match. I am good at what I do and I always make sure I put everything on the line, losing a match is like losing part of my life, because like I said wrestling is my life.
Her smile widens as she inches closer toward me, her eyes piercing into mine as she studied me, her thick sultry lips soon parting their ways once more as her voice marched into sound
Alexia
You have a lot of passion for wrestling. You're an inspiration for the ages, unique from some of the one hit wannabes that are out there.
Her words are like chocolate to my ears, it is true I have a lot of passion for wrestling but I never considered myself an inspiration. At his point I also notice that my cheerful smile that I am always seen with is at its max width.
Prozac
Well I could use some inspiration of my own; my head isn’t in the right mind for this next match..
It would freak me out with how quick she would respond to what I had just said, almost as if expecting what I was going to say to her as she cuts the last of my sentence, quickly filing in with her own voice.
Alexia
What do you know about this match?
Her eyes look at me questionably. It was a good question; I search my thoughts for a minute to find the information she asked for, I guess it wasn’t hard to think about to be honest, Monday Night Rampage had but a fair few wrestlers on its roster, it wasn’t hard to figure out that it could be any number of them.
Prozac
I know that I am facing the current Next Gen champion and the former Xtreme champion will be in his corner.
She was smiling happily again, acting as though she was almost proud of what she said.
Alexia
Well that should be easy to get you mind on. Your partner has experience in the ring with your opponent just have him tell you whatever you need. I don’t know if that is any help.
A small chuckle escapes her half parted lips. Her laugh was a cheerful melody, and when its sweet sound hit my ear drums I couldn’t help but let our a light laugh of my own.
Prozac
You actually are helping, not a lot but you are.
I felt my own grin form onto my lips, evil but playful all the same as my eyes glimmered with amusement. She was still smiling, pretending to be offended by my words as she spoke up once again.
Alexia
Oh, thanks a lot.
We laugh in almost perfect harmony for a brief moment, the scene some how feeling as though it had melted away before forcing its way back into life. I look back down toward my glass, peeling my attention away from her sincere eyes as I note the remaining size of whiskey in it. I kept my eyes lowered for a brief moment, talking in an average murmur as she continued to listen to my every words.
Prozac
I am manly thinking about the match at the next pay per view.
She fell silent as I finished speaking, something which I hadn’t expected. I look up from my lost gaze of the whiskey, checking to see if Alexia had decided to run off with the chance I had just given her… she hadn’t. Leaning back onto the counter in which had done a few moments ago, she pondered, her eyes lost in a deep tunnel of thought as her long finger nails drummed on the bar’s top. She came back with a quick snap, her face somber and poised as a formal attitude smothered her voice.
Alexia
You should concentrate your next match, worry about any others when the time comes.
She had pulled herself from the comfort of the counter top behind her now, her own body standing to attention as a few customers began to push each other at the stools beside me. She would lose her attention from me for a moment or two as she surveyed the men. I spoke quickly, trying to regain her attention.
Prozac
Yeah guess your right.
Alexia
Yeah I know I am!
She would turn once again. I suppose she hadn’t realized that security had already dragged the drunken brutes away from the bar and ushered them out of the building as quickly as possible. I watched as her body relaxed from its rather tensed state she had endured a moment or so ago, her head only to turn slowly back to me once again as she sighed gently.
Prozac:
Busy nigh-
Customer:
MISS!
He had cut me eagerly from our conversation, I could sense Alexia wasn’t all that eager to leave as she turned to face a burly looking man who was waving a right hand, a ten dollar bill clutched between his fingers. She looked back to me once again, a smile of apologies soon to form on her lips as she spoke once again.
Alexia:
I have to…
She cut herself off, noticing the slight smile and waver of my hand as a signal to say there was really no need to explain. She sighed happily, the same smile continuing to churn on her lips as she spoke one final time.
Alexia:
I’ll see you around then?
Prozac
Definitely!
Her smile grew slightly, something which I guess could be described as a silent plea. Her attention soon filed toward the customer whom had shouted her. I shook my head lightly, unable to understand how only a fan could truly understand what I was going through. I sigh, breaking my contact of thought as I pull the shot glass back toward my parched lips, gulping down the remaining section of whiskey as I dropped the glass back to the bar. I took a quick moment to fumble through my black wallet, pulling out a few crisp twenties from within it and leaving them with another waitress that was coming from the back room. She smiled to me, nodding as I asked her to give them to Alexia. With that, I turned away from the bar slowly, my thoughts returning to how to get out of here and the upcoming match in which approached. I had a lot to do and very little time to do it, but I was going to be ready…