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“Some people aren’t meant to be loved. Some people are meant to be alcoholics. I think I might be one of those people.”

“You and me both, sister.” Mia took a moment to eye the brunette before she reached into her purse and pulled out a flask full of tequila. She held the container up, shaking it slightly. “And if you want I guess I can fuel your alcoholic needs for the night. Tequila good?”

#{-chat: Chloe}#verse =#main

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“ – you never ask how I get so beat up. you just patch me up and leave it at that. I mean, I’m not complaining, but,” he hissed as the other pressed some alcohol to the gash on his cheek, “fuck.” he took a deep breath, “– I’m not complaining but a normal person would wonder, you know?”

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“What you do to earn these beatings is none of my business. I just create theories in my head and roll with it.” Raising an eyebrow at the boy next to her, Mia smiled softly while she pressed the gash with gauze once more, this time applying some neosporin to help with scarring. “Plus, I have the medical supplies on hand, why not use them? You give me practice for my future residency at Johns Hopkins.”

#{-chat: Jude)#verse =#main

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Noticing the brunette slide over towards her, Rebecca took another sip of her drink, before settling in for a conversation. Company was nice, and this woman seemed nice enough, “Well, sorta. Not…officially, but I am a Diva. Are you a fan of wrestlin’?” She turned to face her new acquaintance. Rebecca had met many people since starting with NXT, and, now, working on the main roster with WWE, but Madonna wasn’t one of them, “Really? I guess I can’t understand why you would ever show up drunk to yer job? Especially if it’s somethin’ ya love doin’.”

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“You’re not officially on the show? I’ve just seen it a few times and I guess you were only shown in passing...Do you just not want to be a regular or something because I can’t imagine them not putting you on there if that wasn’t the case.” The vodka soda in Mia’s hand lightened slowly as she sipped from it, her brown eyes lifting to meet Becky’s as the curiosity shined in them. “I’ll be honest, Madonna seems like one of those people who’s definitely hit their mid life crisis and now has to make up for her desperate albums in an attempt to seem relevant by hitting the bottle. It seems harsh but some people just need to not keep up with the times when it comes to music. You know, she didn’t even play any of the classics, it was all of her new stuff.”

#{-chat: Becky}#verse =#main

lebleuluna

Keep my heart wrapped up in chains, I don’t need it anyway.

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Rebecca sat at the bar sipping on a Virgin Daiquiri waiting for Ashley and Saraya to show up. Drinking for her had been a thing of the past, and she knew wrestling hung over the next night would get her in trouble; the last thing she wanted to do, if there was any risk of her losing her dream job. The soft voice next to her pulled her out of the daydream she was lost in. It had become common for her to be recognized, but backstage at a Madonna concert was new. “Um, no. Although, I’m pretty sure seein’ Madonna was quite excitin’.” Her Irish accent was thick as she spoke.

miatotheriley

Grinning when she heard the accent, the brunette slowly slid over to the bar stool next to Becky Lynch as she pushed her drink right along with her. “That accent...you’re on Total Divas, that’s right. I should have known, you have that toned wrestling look that comes with the sport.” Mia subtly allowed her eyes to run over the woman’s arms before her attention was brought back to the topic she had actually brought up, a soft laugh leaving her lips. “Uhmm, it’s interesting. Madonna’s a real peach when she’s drunk...which is what she was when I met her. That on top of being so late to the concert kind of put me off of the whole experience.”

#{-chat: Becky}#verse =#main

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“You look so familiar to me....I should know you from somewhere, right?” It was an act, of course. Mia definitely knew the beautiful red head sitting next to her at the bar but she didn’t want the woman to think she was an insane fan or something. “Wait, were you that chick I met backstage at the Madonna concert? The one who waited three hours with me until she showed up?”

#{-chat: Becky}#because mia would never admit she watches total divas purely to see them in their wrestling outfits #verse =#main

“I didn’t realize...you thought this was some kind of sleepover type of thing. Tonight was hot but I’d rather not see you in the morning to be honest.” Mia probably should have thought about that before bringing a complete stranger back to her apartment. You’d think a person would learn after past mistakes. “Are you...waiting for cab fare or something....”

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“——LOOK, i can deal with most things. however, his MOTHER walked into his apartment while we were butt naked on the couch. why does she even HAVE a key to his place? my mother isn’t allowed within five hundred feet of me without at LEAST a weeks notice,” she huffed out, laying on the floor of her office as she vented to her best friend. “not only did we not get to finish, but i had to AWKWARDLY search for my clothes while he explained to her that i WASN’T a hooker, because apparently i look like one? — i’m too old for this shit. sometimes i think we should have just gone through with the whole ‘if we’re not married by this age, we should get married’ plot.”

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“I’m honestly still stuck on the fact that this woman thought you were a hooker. What reason would she have to think that? Does her son often hire hookers and get caught in the act by her because that’s a little creepy....and you fucked that.” Mia leaned forward, looking down at the girl from the chair she was currently perched in with her legs crossed underneath her butt. “That ship has sailed, boo. Marriage isn’t even an option for me anymore so it looks like you’re stuck with these lame ass guys a little longer. And to think: we could have been the hottest married couple around but you took your sweet time in deciding that these losers weren’t worth your time.”

#{-chat: Meghan}#verse = main

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“I just left a relationship with a lovely girl named Alyssa Levine. – She was really great, it was all my fault - I just got upset ‘cause she slept with my brother.”

“Is that all? Can’t imagine why you would get upset over a silly thing like that.” Eyes landing on the male, Mia didn’t even try to hide her smile from him despite the hefty subject being discussed. “Look, you gave it a good try, right? Do you know how rare it is for people to actually stay committed to one another these days?”

#{-chat: Jamie}#verse =#main

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+ @miatotheriley

sage’s cheeks darkened as he hid behind the flowers, the colorful petals covering his features as he wanted to hid his shame. the feeling of wanting to curl and hid was coming over him but he took a deep breath and slowly moved the flowers down from his face. he didn’t know he was going to bump into them at the store and here he was in sweats and carrying flowers.

“these aren’t for my mother, by the way.” smooth.

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“Is that so? Huh, you like the type who buy flowers for his mother. Could have sworn that was the reason you were hiding your face.” Mia grinned at his bashful look before plucking one of the flowers from the full bouquet, twirling it between two of her fingers. They were pretty and she hoped that he wouldn’t miss one from the pack as she pushed the stem behind her ear. The pink flower was bright against her dark hair, the aroma of it making her lips lift even more before her curiosity got the better of her..

“So who are they for, stud? Big date tonight?”

#{-chat: sage}#verse =#main

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She’s intimidating and brooding And she scares people away, because She’s not made of sugar and spice and everything nice. But rather fire and lightening and everything frightening. People see the smoldering flames And the raging winds And they think that she’s strong. They think that she’s powerful. But really, she just tends to burn herself down.

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