If You Do It, Do It Right

"What?" Taylor leaned in to Heather. The music was loud, and Heather wasn't exactly the loudest voice in the room. "Oh, I dunno. Don't you guys, like, bang and stuff? Are you and Natasha serious or are you just hooking up or whatever?"

She shrugged. Whatever. Heather could do whatever she wanted. Taylor looked at the purple-haired girl and bounced up and down idly on the balls of her feet. She wished she had a drink. Heather was less fun than a barrel of monkeys.

She looked over toward the bar where Natasha had gone. "So... Kinda... business as usual then? Just kinda in Friction and doin' your thing?" She was grasping at straws for a conversation. She fussed with her hair a little bit.

"I'm not gonna talk about Clyde," she said, as if it were an elephant in the room and she were putting Heather at ease. She didn't know the details about their sordid affair, but she knew that Clyde had gone George Bailey over it. "So I'm married to Jun-Bug. We got married last winter." She said loudly. She couldn't remember if people knew that or not.

"Wh-what?? N-no we dont!" Heather blushed a little, raising her voice so Taylor could hear her better. "N-Natasha and I are serious..At least that's how I think of it. I'm pretty sure she feels t he same." Heather smiled a bit at her own words, nodding her head.

"Well..yeah I'd say so. Though the whole title t hing put a damper on things. Trying to get back into that position as much as I can. I'm sure you know how it is, with you returning now and all." She shrugged a bit, getting the feel Taylor didn't seem to have much to talk to her about, slightly disappointing her for some reason.

Her next words caused her to let out a long sigh, feeling a bit of a weight off her shoulders, smiling a bit. "Thank you. I appreciate that. That's a complicated t hing anyways." Hearing her next words though, she blinked a couple times. She didn't know much about her and her fiancee but she put a smile on her face anyways, nodding her head. "Th-that's great to hear! Honestly..not even joking..its nice to hear a relationship going that well in this sort of place."

Taylor nodded her head continually while a dreamy smile played across her lips. She was visibly more at ease with just the subject of her husband to fill in the conversation.

"Yeah, man. I'm so lucky." She began to move back and forth to the music while her mind drifted off with thoughts of Johnny. "Like, I had no idea that... like, that sort of thing can happen. I was just out at the club trying to score some tail, ya know?" She laughed loudly. "Hell yeah, you do." She nodded, with a bright grin and a sly look for Heather.

"But dude, like, it had to be us, ya know? I mean, he's so perfect for me, and I think I'm good for him. I mean, he drives me fuckin' crazy sometimes, but that's life, right? Like... every fucking time I buy fruit, if I walk away? By the time I come back to get it, it's fucking juice. It's like a serious problem, man. Juice." She mad a face, and laughed about it. There were worse problems to have than disappearing fruit.

"I just... I don't think I'd be me without him." She said pensively, and looked Heather in the eye. A moment passed in silence while the truth of the words sunk in with Taylor. "I definitely wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have anything to party about tonight, so like, when you're on your back in the ring and I'm up above with my hand raised, and you're wondering what went wrong... the answer is Johnny. You'll have Johnny Higurashi to blame for getting me back in that ring and kicking your ass. Tell ya what, when I pin you, I'll do you a solid and sit on your face. But only for three seconds!" She held up three fingers and bent over with laughter with a hand on Heather's shoulder.

"Ah-nh..I guess, sure" Heather let out a little nervous laugh at Taylor's talk about Johnny, saying what she did about the club. She just shrugged her shoulders and kept that smile on her face, thinking it was kind of nice seeing how happy Taylor seemed. It gave her even more hope in her relationship with Natasha.

"Sure, sure. I know what you mean." She nodded her head with her words before Taylor would direct the next ones at her. She clicked her tongue, blushing a little at that last comment before she shook her head.

"Try me again next time in the ring, I can assure you I'll beat you even more than I did last time." She said with a grin on her face. "And since you talk about it so much, maybe that's how I'll beat you to give you a run of how it feels." She added, though not with any anger or malice in her words, just trying to make a little friendly competitive statement. "For your Johnny, I have Natasha. Don't think you're the only one with something, someone to fight for that motivates."

It took longer than Natasha liked for the bartender to prepare their drinks but she supposed she couldn't blame the guy when she had ordered quite the elaborate cocktails, looking on she could have sworn he had used no fewer than four different liquors, some kind of juice, and what looked to be lime shavings. She didn't question it though when he finally handed her a tray with the three glasses on it, Natasha giving each of them a quick smell only to suddenly feel a wave of light headedness come over her. These drinks were definitely strong and from their scent would likely taste great too, she almost didn't want to wait to get back before drinking hers but she remained strong, denying her immediate gratification as she turned away to head back through the crowd.

Thats when she realized she was never making it without spilling her drinks, fortunately the edges of the club weren't so filled with clubbers but it meant taking a much longer route to get back to Heather and Taylor, at least she would be able to get there with drinks in hand though.

Eventually the two women came into sight and much to her surprise, and delight, neither looked like they had just gotten into a fight. She had been a little worried that in her absence the two would have let their problems with each other from past resurface, but it seemed Heather had kept a cool head despite the jokes Taylor was making at her expense, Natasha feeling a wave of relief wash over her.

"Alright ladies the drinks have arrived!" Natasha called out as she approached from the side of both women, grabbing the drink from the tray with a slice of lime in it as it was the one prepared especially strong just from Heather, handing it to the woman with a wide smile upon her face. "This one is yours Heather, since I know you don't like to drink I figured the lime would make it taste better for you. And Taylor here you are." She said before handing one of them to Taylor, only then did she place the tray down on a nearby table and finally get her chance to enjoy her own drink.

She held it up to her lips for several seconds but that was all it took for Natasha to finish off the drink, she had intended to go slow with it, to savor the taste, but the moment the fruity yet powerful liquid touched her tongue she was too entranced by its taste to stop. Once she was finished she frowned, sighing as she stared down at her glass before placing it over on the same table as the tray. "Well what did you two talk about while I was gone?"

"BOYS!" Taylor answered. "Like you and Johnny!" She poked Natasha in the belly.

"Aww, thanks, man!" She grabbed her drink and quickly downed half of it. She shuddered, but it went down much easier than the ones before. Maybe she should look into fruity girlie drinks, or maybe it was just the four drinks before it that helped it along. "Awesome."

She looked back and forth between the pair and found it funny that after meeting them out like this, in the club with dancing and drinks, that she could next see them from across the ring. What a weird job it was. It was like living in two totally separate worlds.

She flashed a drunk grin at them, and gave an exaggerated wave. "Well, I'll leave you guys alone so you can, like, sneak off to the bathroom and do it, or whatever. All this talk about Johnny, now I'm drunk and horny. I gotta find him before I end up making out with some random dude." She paused. "Or chick." She eyed them suspiciously, and then leaned in to try to give Natasha a hug, but she had some trouble getting close enough.

"How the fuck are you supposed to hug a chick with a rack like that?" She laughed. "Later."

She turned and worked her way through a crowd of people toward the bar, in hopes of finding Johnny. Of course, if he wasn't drinking, he could be anywhere. "Jooohhnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyy!" She called like a child calling for her parent. She looked around. No Johnny.

Hrm. She threw back the rest of her drink and passed off the glass on a stranger by the bar. She began to make a slow circle around the outside of the crowd, along the wall, singing to herself while she walked. "And together, we will move..." All she wanted was to rub up against her big, muscley husband, was that too much to ask?

A door opened on the wall up ahead, and someone walked through. Not Johnny. But... Was that...

"Oh..." Taylor blinked in disbelief. "My..." She took off to catch the person before she disappeared into the crowd. "GAWD! Shut UP!" She gave the girl a shove with both hands.

"No way!" She gushed, and marveled at the crimson haired girl and her sleek black dress. "Taliaaaa! Holy shit, dude, you look awesome! What did... are you, like... you're here!"

Talia contemplated texting Taylor to ask where she was in the club. At least then she could find her without having to risk bumping into Cassie. But it also seemed like a lame thing to do. Text? At a club? Then again, she did manage to bump into both Johnny and Akashi already. Maybe it was worth it after all. She pulled out her phone and began texting as she walked out into the main room of the club. Before she finished the question, however, somebody shoved her. "What the-" she started as she fell backwards three steps before catching herself.

The redhead adjusted her eyes to the bright lights and dark room and after a moment realized who it was. "Taylor!" she had to shout back over the loud music. "Hey!" Talia got closer so she wouldn't have to scream. It was one of the several things she hated about clubbing. She never was a loud speaker. But that didn't matter when Taylor's compliment registered in her head. An involuntary smile forced across her face. It was one of the few times it had happened over the past year. "Yes I am here!" She looked around, suddenly afraid of Cassie bumping into them. "Let me buy you a drink."

Talia gripped onto Taylor's wrist and pulled her towards an empty part of the bar. "Thank you by the way," she added with that smile still planted across her face. "I thought it was time for a different look, you know?" She motioned for the bartender to come over. "You look great too, by the way!" When the bartender showed up, Talia looked back to Taylor. "What do you want, Taylor?" She wasn't just interested in evading Cassie or buying Taylor a drink. She needed some liquid courage as well. "How about a jagermeister?"

Taylor stumbled along after Talia, back once more to the bar. She would've declined a sixth drink, but she was too drunk to say no. Her body would likely take care of that soon enough...

"Aww, thanks, maan!" Taylor grinned and gave Talia a quick hug. "Oh, I don't- perfect!" She laughed. All the Jagermeister!

She smoothed her dangerously short skirt behind her as she sat down on a stool at the bar, and looked Talia up and down. She looked so different! It was so crazy. She couldn't remember for the life of her why the two ended up hating each other so much. "Hey," she said, leaning one elbow on the bar, as much to steady herself as anything else. "Why did we ever fight before? I don't know why we didn't just like say 'fuck it' and like... not do that. You're alright, ya know? I always liked you."

Talia was surprised by Taylor's little hug. That wasn't what she expected. "Two jagerbombs then!" Talia shouted to the bartender. She was legitimately happy at that moment for some reason. She wasn't really sure why. "I don't know man..." Off to a great start with another lie. She knew exactly why and who was to blame. And that was exactly why she lied about it. "Whatever, it's water under the bridge now, right?" Talia smiled. "But yea, I'm thinking...you know...something fiery, bold...like this for my return," she continued by rushing her hand through her crimson, flowing hair. "I want to make an impact in Tension...be memorable and not just some nobody jobber anymore." The bartender brought the two glasses of red bull and two shots of jagermeister.

"Kinda like you...just red instead of blue, ya know? But you're kinda blonde now so that doesn't make any sense." Hopefully that wasn't a weird thing to say. Before she snapped at the then blue-haired girl, she use to think of Taylor as a good role model for her. Talia pushed Taylor's two glasses toward her and tilted her head towards them. "Let's do this!" she shouted excitedly and picked up her own glasses. She dropped the shot glass into the red bull and proceeded to chug the whole thing. It tasted better than she thought it would. And worse. It looked awesome when someone else ordered it and that was the only motivation she needed. As she finished, she placed the glass back onto the bar with a loud and relaxed sigh. "Wow..."

Talia tilted her head to the side as if leaning on her own shoulder. "Have you been having a good time here?" she asked as she slid the empty glasses away from her. "Got a good amount of dancing in yet? I haven't yet...you know just mellowing out a bit before going out there." Also, she couldn't dance. At least, it looked awkward when she did, like a stereotypical white girl. "Hey, oh my god, we should like train together sometime. I'm fast, you're fast...you know I...I need a trainer partner and you...you may need practice, or something ya know?" Weighing so little had its perks. But getting drunk easily after only a few drinks may not have been one of those.

"Oh, that's right. You're in Tension. Too bad, it would've been cool to get in the ring with you." Taylor said coolly. She plopped her shot into her glass and threw the drink back on Talia's cue. She took the whole thing at once, just to keep up with her.

"Ohhhhh..." She groaned as she slapped the glass back on the bar. Suddenly she felt like her brain had been hit by a truck. How many drinks was that? She just knew that she was drunk. No two ways about it. Her eyes lazily floated over to Talia and she leaned back on the bar for more support.

"Yeah!" She exclaimed, much louder than she intended. "It's so awesome, I danced with like, everyone in Friction. They're all here. You should totally get out there, though! We'll, like, we'll get out there." Then her face brightened like it was Christmas morning.

"Totally! Ohmigawd, that would be so awesome, like, to train with someone like me. Not like Akashi and Pants, they're not like me. They don't have the skills. And they're not super hot like we are!" She said with a flip of her hair, and then was overtaken with an infectious giggle fit.