On Break

Heather had just come off quite the meeting with Mercy Wrenn, having leaded into challenging someone who was pretty high up on the rankings. Her little confrontation with Angel didn't go so well, and Heather was more than ready to get into a match with the girl and teach her a lesson for messing with her. However, with all that, Heather had felt she caused a bit of trouble for Mercy who was already feeling quite stressed and nervous from her other meetings that she's already had to have.

Because of that, Heather had invited the girl out to eat to a local diner. She got her text, saying that she was ready, and they planned out the location. Heather made her way there soon as she could, going in and getting her seat. She would relax in the chair, letting out a long sigh as she tapped her fingers on the table, going through her phone just to make sure of a few things.

"Haah..so a meeting with Aurelia tomorrow..I wonder what that's going to be like.." Heather said to herself, shaking her head before she let out another sigh, keeping glancing up at the door as she waited for Mercy to arrive. "I wonder who else she talked to? Having to deal with Brittany must have been rough too.." Heather let out, verbalizing her own thoughts to herself as she waited for the girl to arrive.

Mercy had finished up writing down her notes and had given an extensive report to Rally. The woman seemed quite pleased. In general the girl was surprisingly easy to get along with. A woman of her imposing stature as well as her background, which most people did not know and which Mercy was, unfortunately, privy too , should have been, seemingly, a beast and one easily provoked. Rally was, by no means, gentle, but she at least gave off an aura of kindness. And while Mercy knew what lied just under the surface, the pink haired paralegal greedily accepted that Rally was as nice as she presented herself to be and ignored the grit and grime that lied just underneath the surface.

With her report in, Mercy bid a hasty retreat from the offices. She was eager to settle up on her lunch date with Heather. Relaxing would be great and Heather didn't seem so bad, really. Even if they had a bit of an off-putting first impression. Mercy hoped she could change all that and once she freshened up and headed out the door, she sent a text to Heather and met up at the Sunny Diner. The last time she came here, Brittany threatened to do horrible things to her. She knew, thankfully, that this time was different.

When she walked in, she saw Heather was already there. She smiled and waved and slid into the seat across fromt he girl. "Hey." She said and looked over Heather. She set her purse down and fluffed her hair before folding her hands neatly in front of her.

"Thanks again, for all this. It will be nice just to relax and have a decent meal without having to look over my shoulder." Mercy frowned. "I swear I'm not as skittish as I seem to be. I really do have to watch where I go in the AFW facility. I almost got completely fired because of it too, until Rally gave me a job. I'm... really grateful to her." Mercy shook her head.

"Enough of that!" She said, taking the menu in her hand. "How are you doing?"

Heather would tap her finger on the table, sitting back as she waited for the girl to arrived. She was hoping she could give her a nice relaxing dinner, help her out as much as she could when it came down to it. She was patiently waiting for Mercy before she would finally see the door open, Mercy spotting her and smiling and waving. Heather would let out a little chuckle, waving back at her as she came over. "Hey! Glad you showed up." Heather said, a little jokingly as she made herself comfortable finally.

Heather nodded her head, waving it off as the girl thanked her again. "Don't worry about it. I honestly thought today was just going to be a boring normal day, I'm glad I was able to do this." She replied before she would see the girl frown, talking about her problems she's been dealing with. Heather would slightly tilt her head, a worried look on her face before Mercy would decide to change the subject.

As the girl took up her menu, Heather would do the same. "I'm doing just great. I..wish things didn't escalate like they did earlier, but it's whatever. The more matches I can get the better." Heather let out, scanning the menu a bit before she looked back up at the girl. "How many of those have you had to do so far? I-if you don't mind me asking." Heather asked, talking about the meetings.

Mercy nodded and pulled a menu her way. "Ah, yeah... I was hoping I wouldn't be too late. I tried to finish up with my report. Rally is surprisingly lenient though." Mercy wrinkled her nose in thought. "She's a surprisingly awesome boss." Her tone held confusion at the thought. It was not what she had been expecting at all. "Even if she likes to drink on the job..." She muttered and then smiled, looking back up at Heather.

"Yeah, me too." Mercy smiled. "Well.. it never seems boring around here, but yeah. This is nice."

Mercy heard Heather's words and tilted her head a bit. "Yeah, I'd say that too.." She then smiled. "But all things considered, that was probably tame. I've seen harsher promos." Mercy said chuckling a bit. "But.. I was glad it didn't like... spill into a fight or something. I really didn't want to " Mercy sighed."Who am I kidding, I couldn't have broken it up if I tried." She threw her hand in the air and shook her head.

The server came and Mercy ordered a chicken Ceaser salad with lite dressing and a diet soda. When Heather was finished, she looked back at her and answered her. "That was my third meeting so far. Four girls in total. Taylor first, then Brittany, then you and Angel."

Heather nodded her head, laughing a bit at Mercy's description about her boss, someone Heather's actually only met in that big Elimination Chamber promo. Mercy seemed to be quite fond of her, at least from what she was saying though. As she went on, responding to Heather's words, Heather would shift around a bit at Mercy's mention of being glad there wasn't a fight.

"Yeah um..sorry about that again..If Angel hadn't shrugged me off and if you hadn't said we should save it for the ring..I might have thrown a punch or two." Heather let out, blushing a little at her words as she averted her gaze a bit, still feeling sorry about that whole thing.

As Mercy ordered her food, Heather would order a Tuna club for herself, along with a Dr. Pepper. Nodding her head to the server as she handed her menu over. Hearing Mercy's answer to her question though, she couldn't help but let out a little nervous laugh. "Taylor and Brittany huh? Brittany I know I heard all about but..Taylor..ah..f-forget it, I'm sure those meetings are confidential right?" Heather let out, waving it off as she shook her head. "I'm just..not in the best relations with Taylor...actually..to be honest..there's only really a few girls I seem to be on good relations with..I always end up doing something wrong to piss someone off it seems." Heather continued, shaking her head and shrugging it off again.

"I'm just glad the same didn't happen with you"

Mercy smiled at Heather. She seemed to be a little nervous like Mercy. It was weird. A wrestler should have more confidence but Mercy shrugged it off. Heather was certainly not skiddish, that was for sure. Mercy shook her head. "It's ok, I guess. Most people probably would have loved to see you two throw down. it's sort of exciting, but I just know I would have ended up getting body slammed through the table or something." Mercy said with a small chuckle. She was joking to Heather, but she certainly believed it.

Mercy handed off the menu as well and looked at Heather. She thought maybe the interviews WERE confidential, but then again, she only asked the same sorts of questions she asked to Angel and Heather. It probably wasn't too big of a deal. The real confidential interviews would have been with Rally.

"That's strange..." Mercy said as Heather talked. "Taylor's really pretty cool. I haven't had a chance to make many friends since I moved here, especially with getting fired and all and she's helped me out a lot. Relieved a lot of my homesickness." Mercy frowned. Heather probably didn't want to hear that. It seemed like she had some issues of her own. "I know what it's like. People are so temperamental around here, I swear. I guess that's what happens when you put a bunch of roided up chicks together in an enclosed space." Mercy shook her head.

"Yeah, me too." She said, smiling genuinely and then laughed. "It almost happened though! I really thought you were going to beat me up! Maybe if you didn't look so menacing, you might have problems with the other girls!" Mercy teased with a wink.

"Haah, I don't know Mercy, I think with a little training you could stand a little bodyslam." Heather let out, joking back at her as she heard her words. Inside, Heather was dying to get into the ring with Angel after what had went down in that office room, but she was more than happy that their confrontation was stopped when it was.

"Ah..really.." Heather let out, a little dejected at Mercy saying that Taylor was pretty cool. It sort of made her think that she really did do something wrong. Heather had made efforts to mend the small rivalry that they had, but nothing worked and Taylor still seemed to hate Heather quite a bit for reasons that Heather really couldn't figure out. "Mmn..All sorts of people here though really. Luckily I've..really been able to meet some good people here too. There are a few that really stand out, and I couldn't be where I am now without them." Heather let out, thinking of the help she's gotten from people like Cecilia, Megumi, Natasha, and even her stint with Clyde. All of that she would never give back.

"Hah, well to be honest, as odd as this may sound, I'm much more used to shoving my breasts into other people's faces than people shoving their face into them." Heather let out, teasing Mercy right back in regards to what happened at the start of their meeting.

"I get it though. I'm a little strung up myself to be honest. Like..I put on quite the confident look when it comes to Avalanche and my title match but damn..the whole thought of that and the pressure, it's really just eating at me really." Heather let out, for some reason feeling at ease talking with Mercy about things like this.

Mercy's eyes widened at Heather's words. Why would she want to stand a bodyslam! "Uhhh... thanks?" She said tilting her head a bit. "Hopefully I'm never in need of that kind of training though." She added and looked down. She always had the sinking feeling that eventually she would be forced to enter the ring. Like, the longer she stuck around here, the more inevitable it became. She hated that thought. She wrinkled her nose when she remembered how Angel called her out for saying she was dainty. Didn't that woman LOOK at her!? Mercy had thought that Angel would have been the nicer of the two girls based on first impressions, but Angel seems to have come out as a bit more of a boisterous jerk than she had expected. And Heather seemed nicer than she first seemed to be as well.

Mercy lifted her head up when Heather began to speak again. She smiled at Heather's words and gave a soft nod. "Great... that's good..." Mercy said. Maybe that was starting to happen for her now too?

Before she could think about it, Heather spoke again and Mercy's face went beet read. She arched her back and pushed her finger into the table like she was trying to crush a bug. "Uhh... well!" She exclaimed. "That's uh... really?" She asked. AFW did seem to be quite rife with breast to face action. Mercy leaned in and looked at Heather, her face still quite read as she spoke in a lowered tone. "A-Are you sure you want to say that so... loudly?" She asked. "That is... I saw.. some things like that." She turned her head and pressed the top of her clenched fist into her mouth and coughed a bit.

Mercy tried to pass off her embarrassment by encouraging Heather when she spoke of how anxious she was. "You'll be fine!" Mercy said waving a hand at Heather. "I mean, as long as you don't die, right? That Gatt lady's only beaten, stripped, tied up and humiliated a FEW of her opponents. The odds of that happening are pretty slim, aren't they?" Mercy said as she looked back at Heather with a serious look on her face. By carefully pointing out how slim the odds were, she would definitely bolster Heather's confidence!

"Mn, I'm sure no one's forcing you into it. You have your own job in the company, if you reaally don't ever want to start any sort of wrestling, I think you'll be fine in staying where you are." Heather let out, her little joke not really working the way she meant it for. The girl really didn't want any part of getting in the ring it seemed. That was something that baffled Heather a bit, but she could understand, the girl not really being nearly as fit as she and the rest of the wrestlers were.

Then though, as Heather went to tease Mercy about the whole bumping her face into her breast thing, when she pointed out that Heather shouldn't say it so loudly, Heather would blush deeply as well, clearing her throat and readjusting herself. "I-I was..just.." She let out, raking her brain to try and shake it off. "I-I guess..I'm..so used to the AFW atmosphere...that..sort of thing seems almost normal now." Heather said, half not believing her own words with how ridiculous that concept is.

Mercy's reaction to her next words though hit Heather quite hard when it came down to it. She appreciated the girl trying to cheer her up and boost her confidence, but the way she did it did exactly the opposite. Heather would slump back in her chair, letting out a long sigh as she nodded her head. "Right.." She said, looking down a bit. "Heh..there's...really not anyone who thinks I can win is there." She let out, biting her lip a bit after saying that. "I'm just..the girl who goes out there and gets raped and humiliated aren't I?...I'm sure everyone thinks that me even getting a shot at that title is some kind of joke.."

Mercy grimaced a bit and turned her head. "You don't know these people very well, do you..." She muttered dryly. Everyone was out to get her. She knew that much pretty well. Mercy probably wasn't as paranoid about it as her words and body language.

Mercy frowned at Heather's words. As the girl suddenly became morose. Mercy's eyes widened and she shook her head fervently at Heather. "H-Hey hey! Come on, now! It wasn['t like I think it's impossible for you to win! But... I think some people think that Sarah actually is a MAN!" Mercy nodded. "N-No one thinks that you're a joke! I mean..." Mercy waved her hand, dismissing those rumors. "S-So you like things to be a little sexual int he ring." Mercy tried to play it cool. "So does Natalia and no one thinks that way about her. It's not like they are saying she's some kind of sex toy when she's obviously just a huge slut..." Mercy blushed. She was glad that Natalia would never find out how Mercy thought of her. since she was pretty sure even that giggly vixen could break her in two. In more ways than one!"

Mercy threw up her hands in defeat. she didn't think she was gettign anywhere. "I.. I don't know!" She said. "I spend half the time running away from people in this league. Honestly, I sort of thought it was just noraml too. And.. that's pretty messed up. I should have to think like that." Mercy turned her head. 'I ... if I were you, then I wouldn't put myself in those kinds of situations. You're asking for people to talk about you the way Angel did. I've seen those matches..." Mercy blushed and then cleared her throat. She looked at Heather and spoke evenly, almost seriously. "What kind of reputation do you want?" She asked. "Because perception is reality. Taylor's been on a losing streak lately but no one thinks she's a loser. Natalia is a glorified whore and people take her seriously. Ahh, well... they don't think she's a slut at least."

Mercy frowned. "I'm probably messing this all up or something. Usually dealing with people is something I am good at but... if you don't want to be known as something, then you don't have to change who you are, you just have to change how people think about you. That's tough though... " Mercy bit her lip. She then looked at Heather and smiled. "If you had more confidence, genuine confidence, then it wouldn't matter how much people sat on your face! No one would think you wanted them to! But people don't want to be around girls that are snippy." Mercy waved a finger. "No one likes a guttersnipe, you know. That is the opposite of confidence!"

Mercy stopped and looked at Heather. "Um... how am I doing?" She asked nervously. She had gotten the sinking feeling that all her attempts to help Heather had the entirely opposite effect.