Rock The House

Once Duffy snapped a few pics of Bonnie and Dixie, she grabbed another beer and began making sure everything was ok since she was supposedly supposed to do that stuff. As she passed by the door, she heard someone knocking and yelling from the other side.

Duffy opened the door and peered at the girl, not even recognizing her one bit. "Oo da fuck're ye, lassie?" The Scot said, scratching her head. She shrugged and handed Feruza the beer she had just started drinking. "This'll get ye started, lassie." Duffy said with a grin and yanked Feruza inside.

Belle squeezed Clyde tightly, pushing her face against his neck, pushing her lips and taking a deep whiff of the Texan's aroma before she was shrugged off.

"I know!" Belle said with a bright grin. "It's ok that you didn't send me a personal invitation." She raised her free hand to her mouth and glanced at the room. "You didn't want me making all these girls jealous. But you shouldn't have put up an open invitation either, Clyde!" Belle bounced on her heels and grinned widely. "I'll tryyyy an be good. I promise!" She chirped, raising her free hand while crossing her fingers on her other hand.

"But, hey! I came prepared!" She said and held up her large bag. "I've got some real good tex mex dip and some chips so everyone can snack a bit. Plus!" She said, raising her free hand. "I got you a house warmin gift!" She said and reached into her bag. She pulled out a simple envelope and handed it to him. Inside was a small slip of paper and two movie tickets for the upcoming Martial Fu Five: Brass Balls! the biggest testosterone blockbuster of the year.

"I've got some other things in case this place needs some action, buuuut...." She just rocked on her heels a bit and grinned.

Feruza gasped as she was forced inside and handed a beer. She stammered. "Uh, thank you, but I am Muslim. I cannot drink." she said, offering the beer back to the domineering Scot. "Uh, where are you from?" she said, in her Uzbek-accented English. It sounded a bit like a mix of Chinese and Russian, with a hint of something Turkish. "The way you talk is..." she didn't want to offend the person she had just met. "...sexy?"

Clyde's whole body went rigid as felt Belle's face push up against his neck, feeling her soft lips pursing against his skin enough to where it felt like a kiss, a lewd whiff in addition. It all had Clyde standing up straight like a board, but ready to melt right there against Belle. The woman was always trouble.

"But... That... Ain't..." Clyde tried to protest each time before Belle cut him off. He then eyed her with a deep frown as she promised to be a good girl. He doubted her very much and didn't budge when she showed off the dip. As thoughtful as it was, he remembered how he instructed her to take care of Ninjette. Not lay her out.

And yet, his stern demeanor faltered when Belle showed him an envelope. Clyde curiously opened it and saw the tickets and his eyes widened. Two tickets to see the hypest, most action packed martial arts movie of the year. [color=#0033ffWow Belle... How'd ya know I like that kinda stuff? T-Thank ya..." [/color] He questioned before hearing Belle out further and Clyde narrowed his eyes dryly at Belle.

"It ain't porn is it?" Knowing Belle it was one of his two hentai matches on loop or something.

"'Course ah don't mind!" Dixie answered back, wrapping her own arm around Bonnie, squeezing the girl close against her side. "Anything fer a fan!"

She looked towards Duffy and her camera and grinned, letting her take a few pictures before turning her attention back towards Bonnie again. "And of course ah've seen yer matches," she continued, adopting a semi-serious look, glancing over Bonnie as if she was inspecting her. "Ah gotta watch everyone's fights. Never know who yer gonna have to fight next, yeah?"

She then grinned, and reached forward, grabbing Bonnie's arm, giving her bicep a playful squeeze and flashing her a quick wink. "Better watch mah back if ah ever end in the ring with ya. Ah can tell from what ah've seen of ya...yer ass would give me hell in there!"

Belle rolled her eyes at Clyde's words. "Please, Clyde..." She said. "I'm supposed ta know the kinds of things ya like." She said. "The slip of paper is somethin that was too big ta drag with me an I didn't wanna show off in fronta everyone but it's a lil somethin ta liven the place up. Somethin ta hang up on yer wall." She said and nodded. "So... I'll have to bring it back the next time." Belle said with a twinkle in her eye.

"And no it ain't porn!" Belle said, raising her eyebrow at Clyde. "That what ya think I'd do? Nah, just a lil game." She said with a soft chuckle. She looked around and then looked at Belle. "You ain't broken the bedroom in yet." She teased, elbowing Clyde in the chest and giving him a sexy look. "No one's gonna miss ya." She said with a giggle.

Duffy looked at Feruza like she was an alien when she said she couldn't drink beer. What kind of horrible thing kept someone from drinking?! She opened her mouth to speak but for once decided to kept it shut. She just took the drink that was returned and began to drink it as if she never passed it along in the first place.

"Ahhhh!" She said with a big grin. "Yer loss, lassie!" She grinned at being called sexy. "A'm from Scotland, Glasgow... A tink." She said, scratching her head. Sometimes she wasn't so sure. "An y'er a might guid a kissin me arse. Ye're a bit o a bonnie lass ye'rself." She said, leaning forward and touching the bottom of Feruuza's chin with her her index finger.

Duffy then wrapped an arm around Feruza and pressed her against herself. She then threw her foot back and closed the door. "So... what was ye'r name again, lassie?" Duffy said and lead Feruza into the house.

"Oi!" She barked to no one in particular. "This cunt, she can nae 'ave a glegg so dun nae be spikin th poonch, ye wankers!"

Feruza watched as the Scot downed the beer at amazing speeds. She smiled, and was suddenly pressed against. "Uh, my name is Feruza Aziznova Nabiyeva." she said, not quite sure how to introduce herself. "Do you have to be so loud, friend?" she said as the Scot yelled into the crowd. "Is loud enough here already, no?"

Diana's eyes had been somewhat latched on the woman who dared touch her ever since she did, occasionally nodding simply out of reaction to her companions conversation, responding with unfocused 'Yeh's' everytime Alaina or Kozue threw words her way. It wasn't just the fact that Duffy had somewhat struck her. It was the fact she did the deed, and quickly walked off, as if it was nothing. Over thinking the action alot more than any sane woman would, Diana would take somewhat of a hefty swig, finishing her drink in hand and slamming it on the counter audibly. She'd rise, placing a hand in a somewhat friendly manner on Kozue beside her, as her own eyes met Alainas.

"See you girls later. Nice meeting you.." She'd mutter, clearly speaking as if her comment was a farewell.

She'd then burst into somewhat of a controlled pace, walking straight across the room where the masses had gathered and formed their own little groups. She'd briefly look back at where she had left her own 'group,' smiling ever so slightly that at least she didn't come off as AFW's resident loner at the party.

As her eyes would begin to turn back to her front, Diana would suddenly latch eyes on the biggest woman in the room. Rebecca Tomko. Having recently fought the giant in a gruelling match in which both women came off looking like a million books, Diana simply nodded in respect to the giant, not at all the sore loser sort.

Continuing her pace, apparently headed to the bathroom, Diana would take somewhat of a scenic route, walking by the group that had gathered by the door. She wasn't particularly interested in the group as a whole, but rather, the woman dead centre of it, apparently greeting a new face in AFW.

Stepping towards Duffy, she'd give somewhat of an obnoxious and rough shoulder barge as she then continued on her way to the bathroom. As she did though, she'd bring her hand down and roughly slap the girls stomach with her own back hand; a repeat of the action Duffy gave Diana earlier.

Turning her head as she began to walk off, she simply gave the girl a glare, eyes fierce and shooting daggers.

Juniper was surprised when she got that sort of response from Eliza. "Well...We'll just have to uh...Set something up. Uh...See ya then." The dancer had stumped the redhead, who was so much more used to someone getting loud and challenging back to her. Shuffling back through the crowd, she saw Clyde talking to another girl. It was much to loud to hear what about...

Jay shook his head. "She tried to recruit me into fighting for her. But I dont need to get mixed up in her world of chaotic neutralness. I already have a bounty on my head and Id rather not get anymore on it..." Jay made a noticeable wince when Duffy yelled out to the crowd with her booming, presumably drunk, voice.

"Jeez...If I didnt value my life, I would've shut out that noise already..." He shook his head and re-attentioned to Ryan. "So whats next for you and..." He dared to say it., although bitterly. "...Your sweet, dear rabbit?"

Seemed like Diana’d grown a little tired of the company and was shuffling off - not that it mattered much. Kozue got the distinct impression Ms. Muscles didn’t care for too much conversation. ”Later, big girl.” She started to look away as Diana walked off. She could get it on with Charlie and Alaina easy enough. They had enough cheer for everyone.

”Awesome seeing you, Chuck.” She gave him a little slap on the shoulder. ”We met, though. Remember back when-”

Kozue’s trip down memory lane was cut short when she heard a very familiar voice coming from the entryway. That Southern drawl. That cheeky laugh. That purple hair.

Her eyes narrowed as she gazed from the bar. Yup. Belle B. Barker.

”’Scuse me, guys. Little business.” Kozue left her drink on the table and hopped off the bar stool, steadily making her way through the throngs. She came at Belle from behind and gave her a little tap on the shoulder.

”Hey, bitch.” There was a long smile on Kozue’s face and a wild gleam in her eye.

"H-How do ya even know the things I like!? I don't remember doin' a 'Q and A', ya know!" Clyde asked, feeling rather nervous and easy. Now he was regretting putting up flyers for his party. He wanted to be nice and allow everyone to come on over and have a good time but... Now his number one fan knew where he lived!

Over Belle's shoulder, he'd nod a thank you to Duffy for bringing in the new guest.

"I think you'd do just about anythin', Belle. But... A game? What, like twister?" He questioned before he heard Belle whisper to him. Immediately she had the cowboy's cheeks flushing, chills going up his spine as she made him stand up straight like a soldier.  

"W-Will you behave!?" He stammered to the sexy sooner as he turned himself to the side"... And Yes! They well." He argued with a stern frown, giving the window a second look outside before flashing Belle a coy smile. "It's the party for the champ after all." He said proudly as he put a thumb to his chest.

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Bonnie, meanwhile, was dying. She was a teenager all over again, just wanting to scream as her idol squeezed her close with her famous biceps before the The Three Count Cowgirl squeezed her own. Bonnie was so lost in her hero worship that the rest of the party was a blur, the only thing she could see was Dixie!!

"O-Oh muh god! M-me you in the ring!? Lord have mercy! I'd be a helluva honor but... D-Dixie! I'd... I'd be so terrible against ya!! I could never even think about hittin' you in the ring! And that's about as good as I am!" Whined the striker who tried to imagine herself striking her idol. She just couldn't fathom it.

"I-I watched your match with that bunny chick, Karen! I-I almost thought she had ya but I knew you'd come around!" Bonnie continued to gush in front of Dixie, never once noticing the amazon that was approaching her lover.