Post match, Sasha and Makoto

Makoto rested on her gurney in a darkened room. The meds had done what they could for her but since she was ahealthy young girl, all she needed was some rest now. She lay on her back staring up at a the ceiling which was hidden in gloom. She had lost. She was bitterly disappointed and cursed herself for being weak. But it wasn't because she wasn't strong enough.

She realized she had allowed herself to get distracted out there and that was what costed her the match. Chances were she would have crushed that woman but there had been something about her that held Makoto back.

I thought I had left those weak emotions behind me. I swore that even if my former friends in the Rose federation got in my way....even Aigle...I would crush them without mercy. Yet that Russian girl...so attractive in that wild, feral way...

Makoto shook her ehad angrily and wiped the sleeve of her gi across her face to brush away the brief tears of the sudden emotion.

No! I must make myself strong! If I see her again I must destroy her without a second thought...Can I...?

Then she heard the door open and looked over.

It was neither a doc nor a fan of Makoto who walked in but Sasha, roughly an hour after their brutal match and she was dressed in her common boots, camo trews and a plain swear shirt.
The Cosaack Kid leaned to the door frame, one arm holding a tray of some common fast food store with two drink-cups and the other one hanging down in a pose a cool as possible.
She grinned over at Makoto and said:"Hello there.. thought you could use some cold drink..and there is no cold drink as cool as a rasperry milkshake".
She sat down the tray with the shakes on a small table and walked over, then she looked Makoto all over once, her strong little arms crossed in front of her flat chest and waited for answer.
Sasha was rough and a slightly bad loser maybe but no bad winner for sure.

Of course Makoto felt some shock as she entered and she glared darkly at Sasha. However the hot words on her lips to yell at Sasha to get out did not emerge.

She then turned abruptly away.

"What are you doing here," she asked grumpily. Part of her did not want her to go.

Sasha walked closer and said:"I wished to see how you are and to drink this shakes with you".
She smiled a warm and honest smile and got closer.

She hunched up a bit as if in disgust. Not because Sasha was getting closer but because of her training regimen, a shake was the last thing she wanted to drink. If Sasha brought it close enough she would slap it away.

"Get that junk away from me. I don't drink that stufff....and neither should you."

Sasha sighed and shrugged, saying:"Well calm down..if you don't like to drink it..I will ..or you can cool your pussy with it".Maybe a somewhat rude joke but Sasha didn't realy got how any one could dislike milkshakes. They where cool, sweet and so and they where made out of two good things:mild and ice cream.
Well Sasha had other thoughts about healthy food anyway.
She giggled as she held one of the shaked where she expected Makoto's hip to be under the planket.

Inside Sasha was pretty nervous. For her this visit was to show a tough opponent some respect but Makoto seemed to be a rather bitter girl and some arrogant brat but Sasha did her best to be friendly.

Makoto was all tesnsed up but she relaxed suddenly as she felt that hand on her hip. Her own hand slipped down to touch it and she rolled over to eye Sasha uncertainly.

"What...?"

"Calm down honey" Sasha giggled, placing the cold drink cup on the place of the planket over Makoto's crotch.Sasha looked right at her eyes and then said:"I mean if I should go..just say it but this shake is no attempt to poisen you but a small gift".
Then Sasha took a sip from her shake and grinned.

"A gift? Why??"

Makoto sat up slightly.

Sasha looked at her and said:"Yes a gift..a small present..a little something...damm it is nuthing budd a camonnnn mill skake". Sasha's russian accent got a bit stronger as always when she was startled or a bit angry.
She was a bit suprised, most people from Japan had better manners then the small Judi Superstar.
Normaly Sasha did hate arroagnt girls but maybe it was just an error if communication between her and Makoto.Sasha drank more from her shake and looked at Makoto almost innocently.