Seven Days for Evil's Sake

Mamouru waited patiently for Taylor to finish up. She was quicker than he had expected her to be when she threw opened the door and zoomed past him. Of course she didn't want him to say she looked good. He would have, in a courteous manner as was obliged to someone like him but instead, he gave her an indication that she would undoubtedly be able to understand as he watched her with his eyes, taking in her lovely form, almost to the point where it was obvious he was doing so, just so she would see him. That would suit both their needs. Plus, she could probably get a few extra kicks out of calling him a scumbag sleazoid or whatever dig she thought was good at that moment.

Mamouru followed Taylor towards the door, giving one last glance around the place before looking back to Taylor. "Twenty minutes. Should be plenty of time. The tickets should be ready for us when we arrive at the station." He said and followed Taylor out of the apartment.

Taylor rolled her eyes as she passed Mamouru again on her way out the door. Once she was facing away from him she cracked a little smile, but quickly got rid of it before Mamouru saw. She stopped and put a hand on her hip, cocking them at a jaunty angle while she waited for Mamouru to leave so she could lock the door.

She thought to say something sassy to him, but she stowed it. She didn't want to seem too eager. Once she had locked the deadbolt she started for her car,

"Man, fake breasts are soooo overrated." She mused, out of nowhere. "High and tight, mothafucker." She couldn't help thinking about Johnny and whatever slutty chick he was going up against that night. She wasn't jealous, she just thought she looked better than them, with their giant breasts and everything.

Mamouru got int he car and remained quiet as Taylor sped off. Her remark caught him off guard but he could figure out what she meant after a moment. He smiled. Now would be the perfect time to try and dispirit her by extolling the virtues of the proud and regal fake bosom. She deserved to be harassed for her own unceasing brand of torture she laid on him.

Instead he lifted up his hand and cleared his throat. "I'm sure you'll be getting a call from Johnny-kun soon enough, Taylor-san. Believe me when I tell you that the thought of other girls is practically non-existent in my brother's head. Mamouru then laughed. "If you're so concerned, then why not ask him to fight men? All things considered, without the weakness of the fairer sex being used against him, he would be a very excellent wrestler. Career-wise, it would make perfect sense."

Taylor made a face, but waited until she'd pulled out into traffic to respond.

"Fuck that, man, I'm not gonna tell Johnny what to... oh." She realized that Mamouru had figured her out. She blushed. "Man... No, I'm not that girl. Not gonna happen. Johnny can nude up and roll around with all the busty sluts he wants if... whoo, I'm, uh, I'm overcompensating a little here." She took a breath. "Okay, well, if Johnny decides to give up mixed wrestling, then great, I think he'd do great, but if not then great. He was doing this before he was doing me, right?"

She was silent for a moment. She poked the stereo and [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6XZsau7CSk:2twwdzk6]uncharacteristic music[/url:2twwdzk6] came out. Her shoulders sagged, and she would've put her forehead to the wheel, but the necessity of self preservation kept her from deflating far enough. The guilty pleasures that she indulged in on her own time were no one's business but her own! And certainly not for Mamouru's ears, but there they were, and it was too late to put the music back in, so there it was, Taylor's penchant for touchy-feely sissy acoustic music out in the open.

"I was gonna say something about your crack about the weaker fairer sex and shit, but this doesn't really help my case..." Whatever. She left it on.

Mamouru smiled at Taylor. She was really cute sometimes and this little bit of time together was really letting him see into her. "Technically he was." Mamouru said. "But he hadn't had a match before he met you, thankfully." He was thankful. Johnny shouldn't be the kind of guy that Mamouru was. He was much more innocent than that. "Johnny-kun doesn't really want to do that anymore." He added, trying to comfort her a bit. "I also think that he might feel like he has no right to wrestle men if he can't wrestle women." He paused. That might have sounded bad...He shrugged it off. If Taylor had a problem with it, she could take it up with Johnny.

Mamouru wasn't aware that there was uncharacteristic music so when her song came on, he really had no clue that Taylor was a little embarrassed. "Taylor-san..." Mamouru said with a smile. "If there's one thing I could never question you on, it's what you listen to. I barely listen to music myself. I have very little interest in it beyond background noise so any will do for me, really. And... I wasn't saying that women were weak!" He defended. "I was saying that someone like Johnny-kun is at a disadvantage because he doesn't know how to deal with a women's body in the ring and ..." He paused as he was about to make this analogy and laughed a bit. "If I were a girl, I'd certainly exploit his pitiful attempt at chivalry in the ring."

"He doesn't, huh?" Taylor said under her breath. That'd be nice if everything could just resolve itself. If she was just a skank looking for a purely physical fling, if Johnny was just a good time, she wouldn't be worried at all about it. Granted, she was a little bit of a skank, and their relationship had a massive physical component, but still. That wasn't the whole show.

"Dudes don't fight the same way girls do." She remarked. "It's different. Guys are like fellow athletes competing to be the alpha dog. When girls aren't scared to get their hands dirty, they're meaner. It's just different." She didn't really know how to explain it. "I dunno, man, I really don't care what he does, as long as like, I'm... I dunno. Something."

She sighed, furrowed her brow and glanced over at Mamouru. "Maybe, like, music's like girls to you, and you just want, like, any given hot girl, or whatever music... It's like you want nice things but you have no taste. Not for nothin', but I coulda guessed that with you being with Cecelia and everything. Is that still going on?" She asked offhandedly.

"Man, I always try to be, like... somebody you don't mess with. Ya know. I try to keep up some bad ass with everything, and it doesn't really work very well, and... I don't like the idea of people knowing what a pussy I am underneath. Like, I love punk and rock and just fuckin'... yeah, but this too. I mean... this song is so goddamn romantic... Well, here." She said, and reached for the volume knob. She turned up the music until it would be difficult to talk over it, and she became quiet and withdrawn. She let herself be absorbed into the music and drift off for a while. She'd have plenty of time to avoid talking to Mamouru on the train.

Mamouru listened as Taylor began to speak. About wrestling, he knew all that. Aside from the obvious reasons, it was why he liked wrestling females. They were mean, vindictive and stubborn. Breaking them in the ring was that much more fun than trying to do that to some dumb oaf of a guy.

And once again, Mamouru had to smile at how Taylor acted. Allowing herself to be vulnerable long enough to not let him do anything with it, good or bad. He turned his head and looked out at the city that zoomed by him when she turned the radio up. He folded his arms under his chest and let out a content breath through his nostrils. It probably wouldn't be too long before they were at each other's throat again, but maybe... maybe they had come to some sort of agreement? He couldn't be sure really but things were looking up as far as today's mission went. He could definitely report back to Cassie that he had succeeded. That would ease a lot of her troubles for her upcoming match. Hopefully she was relaxing as he told her to.