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[chelseajackarmy]

[wrestlewriting]

18. “Watch me.” - Bren and Ryan ( the wifey and her Stout )

I am not counting this towards the drabble requests counter mostly because wifey @running-ropes appealed to my babes (aka Adam & Brenna, and Ryan &…whoever lol). 

Consider this a Be Here Now/Nishikigoi off-shoot. ;) ;) ;) Set in the future of these stories. A couple years from now.

Brenna hadn’t taken long to understand what it was that Adam saw in Ryan. She was feisty, driven, closed-off, passionate. A contradiction rolled in a ball of fun. She was many things that Brenna understood, albeit at a toned-down level for herself. Whereas Brenna was one to smile and deflect, Ryan was one to smile and confront. It worked for them, no matter how much it frustrated Adam.

So when they found themselves at the bar together in California, the boys of the Pro Wrestling Guerilla roster lingering around like hawks, Brenna was pretty sure what to expect.

Except, she learned quickly she wasn’t sure enough.

Ryan wasted no time at the bar in ordering shots for the two of them. And after that was consumed, another round was ordered. And then another.

“Hey, sweetheart, you good?” Adam’s voice was tinged with concern, though even Brenna felt it was a bit premature given their only a few drink status. Of course, the alcohol hadn’t kicked in just yet, so what did she know.

“Hey, Cole, why don’t you stop worrying and let us ladies do what we do best?”

“And what would that be, Lion?”

“Well boy, just watch me,” Ryan declared. With a flourish of silver hair, she leaned over and took the newly replenished shot glass in her mouth, no hands, and knocked it back. Only once it was empty did she grab it with her fingers and slam it back down on the bar.

Brenna had to admit she was impressed. It had been a long time since she’d seen such a thing, let alone done such a thing.

“And this is why I worry,” Adam stated with a forward tilt of his head.

“Babe, we’re fine, I promise,” Brenna placated him, looking at him with a sheepish grin.

“Yeah, bro, we good,” Ryan reiterated, handing Brenna her untaken shot. Moving her eyes from Adam’s, Brenna drank down the fiery liquid, setting the small glass down onto the bar after with a shudder.

“Jesus, OK,” Adam conceded. “I’m around though if you need me.”

“I’ve got this,” Ryan declared, all confidence and determination.

“Yeah, that,” Brenna agreed, far less convincingly, pointing towards Ryan. Adam chuckled and snickered, placing a kiss on his fiancée’s head.

“Alright, ladies. Do what you do,” he stated, giving a wink towards Ryan before leaving to go back to the other guys.

“Hey, wanna watch me take a shot no hands?” Brenna asked Ryan once Adam was out of earshot.

“Oh fuck yeah. Blow job?”

“Blow job.”