Post by pete on Oct 6, 2012 16:35:05 GMT -5
"You are in wrestling?! Nooooo!"
Kerry Buckingham threw her head back and laughed, slamming her glass of wine on the table a little more forcefully than she would had she been entirely sober. Nigel[/b] smirked, glancing over at Rupert[/b], but his friend did not even acknowledge him. He had been this way all evening: barely more than a spectator, only stepping in now and then to move events along when necessary. Right now, he dutifully re-filled their companion's cup, causing a flustered, still giggling Kerry[/b] to utter:
"Thank you...thank you, darling..."[/b]
"He's trying to get her drunk", Nigel[/b] realised all of a sudden. Normally, he would have admired Rupert[/b]'s cunning and his perfect grasp of the seduction game, but this time, he actually found himself disagreeing with his partner's approach. Kerry[/b] blatantly did not need to be subtly intoxicated to go for the pair of them; she was already all over his friend well before she had had as much as a drop of alcohol. "She fancies you, you daft cunt"[/b], he felt like telling his partner."Just swoop in for the kill and be done with it!"[/b]
He snapped out of his reverie just in time to hear the journalist relay a surprising bit of information:
"I was in wrestling for a while, you know...just got the taste for it. Mostly I was a reporter, although I did try my hand at being a manager at one point. A tag team, just like you. Such absolute darlings!"[/b]
The blonde drunkenly waved a fork dangerously close to each of their faces, squinting as if trying to see them better. Then, sighing, she concluded:
"Alas, the team split up, the company folded, an' good old Kerry was out of a job once again...!"[/b]
Here, Rupert[/b] did swoop in, and Nigel[/b] had to admire his sense of opportunity. He placed a hand on Kerry[/b]'s leg, leaning in to whisper to her:
"Well, you are not out of a job anymore...!"[/b]
The reporter's features lit up in a smile, and Nigel[/b] almost felt sorry for her. "Poor old dear...doesn't know how badly she is being strung along."[/b]
"Really? Oh, but you lads don't need a *manager*! You'll do fine on your own! I mean, if you wanted someone to boss you around, you would phone your fathers, wouldn't you?!"[/b]
Kerry[/b] giggled again, and Nigel[/b] waited for Rupert[/b] to deal the final blow. When his partner's response came, however, it caught him off-guard.
"Well, maybe not a manager, but those country peasants are unworthy of announcing our name, let alone report on us! I mean, their website looks like it was made by a gaggle of braindead monkeys!"[/b]
Kerry[/b] looked just as surprised as Nigel[/b], frowning at her interloper:
"What are you saying, darling?"[/b]
Rupert[/b] flashed his confident grin, leaning back in his chair before responding:
"What I am saying, Kerry, is...how would you like to be our official, exclusive press liaison?"[/b]
Nigel[/b] started again, studying his partner's face for any telltale signs of a scam. To his surprise, he saw none. "He is serious about this"[/b], he suddenly realised. Well, that was a surprise!
After a moment, however, he understood Rupert[/b]'s plan. "Kerry is British, and already our friend. She is bound to report positively on us each time, regardless of what the truth may be. She will do wonders for our PR."[/b] He glanced at his partner again, and this time he did catch his eye. Nigel[/b] smirked and gave a discreet thumbs up, responded to in kind by Rupert[/b]. Then, refilling his wine glass for good measure, he leaned back in his chair, satisfied that his partner was as firmly in control as ever, and let the rest of the evening unfold.
Kerry Buckingham threw her head back and laughed, slamming her glass of wine on the table a little more forcefully than she would had she been entirely sober. Nigel[/b] smirked, glancing over at Rupert[/b], but his friend did not even acknowledge him. He had been this way all evening: barely more than a spectator, only stepping in now and then to move events along when necessary. Right now, he dutifully re-filled their companion's cup, causing a flustered, still giggling Kerry[/b] to utter:
"Thank you...thank you, darling..."[/b]
"He's trying to get her drunk", Nigel[/b] realised all of a sudden. Normally, he would have admired Rupert[/b]'s cunning and his perfect grasp of the seduction game, but this time, he actually found himself disagreeing with his partner's approach. Kerry[/b] blatantly did not need to be subtly intoxicated to go for the pair of them; she was already all over his friend well before she had had as much as a drop of alcohol. "She fancies you, you daft cunt"[/b], he felt like telling his partner."Just swoop in for the kill and be done with it!"[/b]
He snapped out of his reverie just in time to hear the journalist relay a surprising bit of information:
"I was in wrestling for a while, you know...just got the taste for it. Mostly I was a reporter, although I did try my hand at being a manager at one point. A tag team, just like you. Such absolute darlings!"[/b]
The blonde drunkenly waved a fork dangerously close to each of their faces, squinting as if trying to see them better. Then, sighing, she concluded:
"Alas, the team split up, the company folded, an' good old Kerry was out of a job once again...!"[/b]
Here, Rupert[/b] did swoop in, and Nigel[/b] had to admire his sense of opportunity. He placed a hand on Kerry[/b]'s leg, leaning in to whisper to her:
"Well, you are not out of a job anymore...!"[/b]
The reporter's features lit up in a smile, and Nigel[/b] almost felt sorry for her. "Poor old dear...doesn't know how badly she is being strung along."[/b]
"Really? Oh, but you lads don't need a *manager*! You'll do fine on your own! I mean, if you wanted someone to boss you around, you would phone your fathers, wouldn't you?!"[/b]
Kerry[/b] giggled again, and Nigel[/b] waited for Rupert[/b] to deal the final blow. When his partner's response came, however, it caught him off-guard.
"Well, maybe not a manager, but those country peasants are unworthy of announcing our name, let alone report on us! I mean, their website looks like it was made by a gaggle of braindead monkeys!"[/b]
Kerry[/b] looked just as surprised as Nigel[/b], frowning at her interloper:
"What are you saying, darling?"[/b]
Rupert[/b] flashed his confident grin, leaning back in his chair before responding:
"What I am saying, Kerry, is...how would you like to be our official, exclusive press liaison?"[/b]
Nigel[/b] started again, studying his partner's face for any telltale signs of a scam. To his surprise, he saw none. "He is serious about this"[/b], he suddenly realised. Well, that was a surprise!
After a moment, however, he understood Rupert[/b]'s plan. "Kerry is British, and already our friend. She is bound to report positively on us each time, regardless of what the truth may be. She will do wonders for our PR."[/b] He glanced at his partner again, and this time he did catch his eye. Nigel[/b] smirked and gave a discreet thumbs up, responded to in kind by Rupert[/b]. Then, refilling his wine glass for good measure, he leaned back in his chair, satisfied that his partner was as firmly in control as ever, and let the rest of the evening unfold.