Stolen Moments (For LARIATO)

"S'okay," Drake replies with a simple exhale. He was freaked out at the time, but looking back at it in the scope of her being protective makes it so much better; even a bit of a turn-on. It's a new experience, having someone run to his defense. The fact that it was his blonde-haired, blue-eyed, beautiful girlfriend means he has a few extra options in how to make it up to her.

...Man, his hips ache. Damn that Reira.

When Julia presses her lips to his cheek, he turns his head enough to gently nuzzle at her cheekbone in return. "M'gonna kill her, y'know," he murmurs before leaning his head back again. "She.. I mean, you all saw that, right? She cheated." God, he hopes everyone saw it. He had that match...

Julia simply smiled as she felt Drake nuzzling against her cheek. His sweat rubbed off against her, but the blonde gave no indication that she’d even noticed or cared. And as Drake leaned his head back again, Julia once again rested hers against his shoulder, nodding as he spoke.

“Everyone saw it but the ref.” she replied. “Don’t think there was a single person out there who wasn’t booin’ when it happened. And you had her beat. She may have the belt, but everyone knows you’re better than that cheating bitch.”

Drake wasn't exactly mindful of his sweaty condition. He's just marinading in it. But it's the furthest thing from his attention. He's aware of his appearance, but right now, it just doesn't matter. Julia's seen him tussled up before. Twice! Both times her fault.

"Might go after a rematch, if she isn't too big a coward. Need to figure out who that other bozo was, though. Won't do me any good to have her beat, only for the peanut gallery to show up and ruin things again."

As for whether or not they should expect anything from Reira or her lackey? Drake has no idea. He didn't even get to see the hit, or see how Reira carried herself afterwards. That sort of thing might've told him whether or not to be braced for repercussions.

Screw thinking about that anymore. It'll just make him angry again, and Julia's here to perk him. Let the perking commence.

Without warning, Drake attempts to steal his arm away from her to loop it around her back, the other arm reaching for her legs to gather her up and sit her across his lap. "I totally heard you all night. I bet the audience knows for a fact that I'm spoken for~..."

Julia’s eyes immediately moved to look back up at Drake when he mentioned going after a rematch, and she couldn’t help but feel torn about it. The pro wrestler in her was screaming “Hell yeah! Go for it!” with more than a little enthusiasm. The girlfriend in her wanted to see fulfill his dream, but didn’t want him put in a dangerous position that could wind up getting him hurt. Not that she doubted him, of course. But after tonight, she knew there were certain risks to challenging Reira that weren’t necessarily present at other times.

“If you do get that rematch, I’ll be right in your corner. And I won’t let anyone interfere.” she said. Though honestly, the blonde wasn’t really positive a Friction competitor like herself would be allowed to stand at ringside, especially considering what had happened tonight. But whatever the case, she’d want to do everything in her power to help.

Suddenly, Julia’s thoughts were disrupted as Drake shifted her to sit on his lap, and he smiled again as he spoke. “They better know~” she replied. Her arms went to wrap themselves lightly around his neck, before pulling her up to kiss her boyfriend again, this time right on his lips.

Drake lets out another laugh, this one more natural as his spirit slowly returns. The kiss is met with a soft kneading of his lips, but he keeps the exchange brief to chirp, "And after you beaned a chick with a chair, I doubt any others would wanna challenge you for that position!"

At that moment, a pronounced, metallic rattling sound comes from his locker. Drake tilts back from Julia to peer in its direction. "That my phone?"

Rattle-rattle.

"That is my phone." He looks to Julia, then the locker, then back to her. "Should I get it?" He's torn. On one hand, it could be anyone. It could even be important. It could be a reversed decision by a judge, or a higher-up who saw the travesty take place tonight. On the other hand, he has Julia on his lap, who so far has been just what he's needed.

Julia couldn’t remember being proud of smacking a steel chair over anyone’s head before, but Drake was making her feel pretty proud of doing it tonight. She even felt her cheeks start to redden just a bit as she giggled and smiled at him.

Her focus then shifted to the locker as she heard the rattling of the phone inside it. And as much as she loved being comfortably perched on her boyfriend’s lap like this, Julia realized whoever was trying to get a hold of him right now most likely had a good reason for it. It was cute that he was struggling to decide between the two, though. “Go ahead. I’m not going anywhere.” she said, momentarily sliding off of his lap so he could get his phone.

Drake nods and quickly leans in to bump his nose to her cheek before she gets away completely. And then he's up on his feet, heading over- wobble - okay, now he's heading over. "Little more tired than I thought, maybe...," he murmurs sheepishly. Tired, worn out, hurting... you know, whatever.

He pops open the locker and rifles about in his belongings until he produces his overtly-expensive cellphone. "Texts," he calls to Julia, in case she wondered. "Frooom... Amy." He thumbs over the screen.

Two messages. The first:

hey, that was fucked up, you had her. let me know if you want to talk

Drake's expression falls to solemnity. He hates like Hell that he didn't come away with the title tonight, especially after she'd given her support before the match. Talking to Amy would probably pick his mood up, too. If nothing else, he appreciates the metaphorical shoulder offered now. He'll take her up on the offer.

But there's a second message. He scrolls it over:

btw your gf’s smokin’

That solemnity is lost in a bark of a laugh. He starts back to Julia, phone in hand, and turns to sit beside her again. The cellphone is offered to her. "Amy thinks you're hot," he summarizes helpfully without explaining who Amy is immediately.

Julia giggled and shook her head when Drake wobbled while trying to head over to his locker. “Hm?” she said, tilting her head a bit in slight confusion when he said it was a text from someone named Amy. Was she a friend of his?

Judging by the sudden change of expression, Julia guessed either the text was some kind of bad news, or something that reminded him of the match again. Probably the latter, though she had no way to confirm it for certain yet.

She was just about to ask if he was ok when he suddenly burst out with a laugh, even further confusing the blonde. But all was answered when he sat down beside Julia again and held out his phone - quite an impressive show of trust on his part. Taking it, she read the texts Amy had sent, and couldn’t help but giggle before she handed the phone back. “Who’s Amy? Friend of yours?”

Drake's aware that he's probably confusing his poor girl. But he'd hoped the text messages would explain. The giggle tells him it does, at least for the most part! When she looks back to him, he's smiling brightly at her. His mood has certainly been lifted.

"Yep. Before I met you, I visited her in the hospital, then beat'er up, then got into an argument with her, made up, and hung out. She's definitely a unique girl, and I think you'll like'er." On top of all that, it turns out Amy's a good friend; supportive and thoughtful. He's so glad they made up.

As for the show of trust? It hadn't even crossed his mind. He's got nothing on his phone worth hiding - not even any racy selfies of his girlfriend! Besides, Julia's his girlfriend. She has VIP access to his life at this point.

"I might've talked you up to'er. A lot."

“Wow.” Julia said, lifting an eyebrow as Drake summed up his history and friendship with Amy. “Sounds like you’ve been through quite a bit.” His words made her more than a little curious as to the specifics of the story. Not out of suspicion, but because it genuinely sounded like it’d be an interesting story to listen to.

But she decided against asking about it, feeling it would be better not to pry. After all, Drake’s mood had drastically improved by now, and that’s what was important. And as he spoke, she gave him a smile and leaned up against him again. “Oh really? What’d ya tell her?”