So, How's Life?

Johnny grinned as he heard Taylor call out. He looked at Clyde and shrugged. "You heard her, man." He said and grinned. "I wouldn't mess with her. She fights dirty." Not in the in ring, biting clawinf and low blow kind of way, but in the way that made a tough guy like Johnny unable to resist her. Maybe the second way a little bit.

He blushes when he heard her words. She liked to tease. If she was serious, Johnny wasn't even sure what he would say or do. Taylor was already more than one woman's worth. "Sounds great babe." He said as he learned in to wink at her.

"We'll have to tell Clyde here to leave though. It'd be weird to have a dude watcin us." He then went over and made some plates, leaving Clydes and his and took Taylor's plate over to her and give her a kiss.

Taylor rolled her eyes. Of course Clyde couldn't take a joke, and never missed an opportunity to be a petty little asshole. In her own house! When they had just cooked him breakfast! Seriously, what the fuck.

Taylor eagerly took her plate and gave Johnny a kiss. She began to wolf down the meal, starting with the rice, then the fish. She used the time when her mouth was otherwise occupied to smolder, silently, where no one would notice. She tried to keep it from showing on her face. She couldn't bear the thought of Clyde having any affect on their happy little life they'd put together. She couldn't bear the thought of him noticing it if he did.

She tried to slow herself down, and let her temper cool off before she did anything. Before she would've ripped into Clyde and gone after him right away, but she was getting so much better at controlling her temper. She took a deep breath and swallowed a small bite of fish, and then smiled at Johnny. She ignored Clyde's question. It would only set her off again.

"Last time I saw Heather..." Taylor said combing her bangs with her fingers while she thought. "I think it was in the park? After they won that match. She came down to try to rub it in my face and make me into some kind of charity case. She said she wanted to 'help me'. With what? Beats the hell out of me, man, she's a mind job. She wants everyone to think she's Little Miss Perfect. I guess she doesn't know that everyone in the world sees right through her." Taylor took another bite, and thought for a moment while she chewed.

"Man, I spent so many nights thinking over and over about what I would do the next time I fought her. I could not think about getting beat. I would have died. Of course, all she really did was take a major ass kicking and then get lucky, so... Whatever. But... I don't care anymore. I feel so... good, man. I feel free. She's got nothing on me now, ya know? I don't... like, I don't live or die by who I can beat up. Fighting isn't who I am. It's not all I am.

"I won't fight to prove anything anymore. Of course, I'd still fight. Ya know, like if someone threatened my family. And I sure as hell wouldn't try to fight fair." She said, gazing coolly at Clyde. "I wouldn't fight to win out here, I would fight to fucking destroy the other person. I would make sure they could never, ever threaten my family again."

She quietly went back to her fish, cut a little piece with the side of her chopsticks and then picked it up with them. She smiled at Johnny again. "Thanks for cooking, Boy-Toy." She said, and went back to eating.

Johnny stared at Clyde as he went on about whatever he was going on about. "Huh?" He said and passed Clyde the plate. "Just eat your breakfast dude." He said with a smile.

Taylor blinked. "Wow." She said. "You could've just said sorry."

She pushed her last bit of fish around her plate on her lap with her knees together while her eyes wandered around the carpet. She took a little bite and chewed it absently. She thought over Clyde's situation. It seemed like every time she saw him he went on and on about how the world was against him and he was destined to be some lone tragic cowboy. What a life that must be.

"Man, you've got issues." She fixing her dark blue eyes on Clyde. After another moment of thought, she added "Maybe you should have a match against Heather. Bamboo cages are pretty cool, I hear, and beating the shit out of someone is the very best way to bury the hatchet."

She stood up and went to the kitchen to scrape and rinse her plate. "And being a toy isn't so bad..." She stood close to Johnny so that Clyde couldn't see them, and slipped her fingers under the waistband of Johnny's shorts, front and center, and gave a little tug. "Is it, Johnny?" She bit her bottom lip and bumped him with her hip.

"I'm gonna get dressed. No one stab anyone while I'm gone." She said, and walked off to the bedroom.

Johnny found a moment to finally have his breakfast and scarfed it down hungrily. He was feeling the urge to workout as he started scarfing his food down but one of his favorite ways of burning it up was being stopped by his guest. It didn't help that Taylor teased him the way she did. "Nah, babe..." He responded to her whens he was so close and grinned at her. Why was Clyde still here again? He shrugged it off as Taylor left him wanting and looked to the guy.

"She's happy now, man. That's all I want for her. And if I the one who's lucky enough to help make her happy, then that's even more awesome. Maybe she'll fight again,but when she does, it'll be because she wants to, not cause she's gotta." Johnny shrugged. Part of him wanted to see her wrestle again just because it was hot, for one and he liked watching her beat other chicks asses. He could be proud of her for sure. Not that he wasn't already.

"I don't tell her what to do man. We just, uh... talk and junk. It's speakin man, not tellin. People who tell, no one wants ta listen cause everyone's got somethin ta say. If ya speak, then ya get ta listen AND talk. So, I guess everyone wins." Johnny shrugged. "I dunno anything about that shit though, man." He said and grinned scratchin his head. 'I got a sweet gig, a roof over my head, a killer set of weights and a hot babe. What else do I need?" He paused. Maybe he should clarify. "And, I didn't always have those things. My bro was always the one with a babe on his arm. He's smarter and all that junk too but who knows if he's happy? Life's too short to get too worked up over things. Workin hard and just doin what ya gotta do will get you a long way to gettin what ya want, man.

He looked at Clyde. "You know... gettin all offended and shit about a joke. "Taylor's cool man. She just likes to tease. And if she knows she gets under your skin, well, that'll probably make her do it more. But it's just cause uh...." Johnny stopped. "Well... I dunno man. She wouldn't go at ya if she didn't care a lttle bit. Worse thing someone can do is ignore ya. If that's happenin, then it's time ta pack up an move on."

Being unemployed had it's advantages. It gave Taylor a lot more time to do things she didn't really get to during her career with AFW, such as... shopping. Since becoming a wife her wardrobe had nearly doubled. While before, when they were dating, Taylor always made sure to look her best when she saw Johnny, she didn't wake up next to him in the morning and go to bed with him at night. She had a lot more Johnny time to worry about, and she was having fun with her clothes, though most of them were just for Johnny.

She flitted about her bedroom in only a black push up bra with a white skull with a bow on top over one breast and a matching black thong with the same skull in the middle of the scant little triangle in front. She laid down on the bed to wriggle her way into a pair of tight, low rise, electric blue jeans and slid a black and silver glittery belt around her hips. She pulled a tight, thin, black Rage Against The Machine t-shirt over her head and worked the hem down over her stomach. It was short enough to leave a sliver of her toned midsection bare, and rode up her back and sides whenever she bent.

She put on a black cord necklace that wrapped around twice and fit flush against her neck, and added a silver chain necklace with a small heart pendant that sat just above the neckline of her shirt. She put on a black leather bracelet, some pink lip gloss, and pulled out the barrette that kept her blonde hair up in a messy bun. She shook her head and tousled her hair until it hung about her face in a wonderfully unkempt way. Then she strolled barefoot back out to the living room.

"Leaving?" She asked with a smile, neither eager nor disappointed. She glanced at Johnny but tried to be cool about it. She always paid attention to his eyes when she showed herself to him. "Did you boys like bond and stuff?"