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[indent]Barbara sat curled up in her favorite fleece blanket on a pillowy couch in Claire’s hotel room. The fuzzy covering depicted Belle - the best of all Disney Princesses, as labeled by Barbie, for her love of reading. Beauty and brains is the best combination, aside from having all three: beauty, brains, and brawn, Only the most top tier of people possessed all three, and one such individual was waiting on her friend Claire to return with a bucket of ice.
 
The girls had prepared [i]almost[/i] everything in their planning of this impromptu slumber party. They had popcorn, fried chicken, movie-theater style candies, a bottle of rosé, clean wine glasses… all that they needed now was some ice, and the festivities could begin. With a clicker in hand (her word for a remote), Barbie scanned through the guide of pay per view movies on the hotel’s cable network. There were a few new releases, and contenders for tonight's movie showings, namely, Captain America: Civil War, Finding Dory, and Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates. They were three completely different films, which made making a decision on just one of them a little bit weird. Hell, maybe they should just get drunk and watch all three! Barbara was depressed, she could be into that right now.
 
A soft knocking on the door drew Barbara’s attention. The blonde pulled her blue eyes from the TV screen - which was showing a preview of the new live action Tarzan movie at present - and looked to the door. Who could be knocking? Maybe it was Claire, and her hands were too full to deal with using the keycard. Barbara pulled her blanket off to the side and stood up to answer the knocks. For whatever reason, she opened the door without looking through the peephole, even though this wasn’t [i]her[/i] hotel room.
 
On the other side of the now-open door, was the absolute [i]last[/i] person that Barbara expected or wanted to see standing before her. Having let go of all of her acting abilities and wrestling persona, as this was meant to be a night of relaxation, Barbie’s emotions showed true on her face. Unamused. In-character acting or not, Barbara was put in a mood by the words in Morgana’s promo earlier today. The girl who stood before her was Mileena, not Morgana, Barbara wasn’t petty or stupid, she knew that there was usually a difference. In this case, however, the difference wasn’t easy to distinguish, as Mileena is all but mute backstage. As such, Barbie’s lips only parted from tight, thin line that they had formed, long enough to speak one quick phrase.  
 
[color=e0218a][b]“Claire stepped out for ice.”[/b][/color] That was it. Terse and to the point, verging on rude. No long, drawn out southern [i]”Hiiiii sweetie”[/i] greeting, as she used with many of the other wrestlers, especially the particularly adorable ladies, like Trinity. Barbara was an emotional, moody mess right now, and she was acting like it. Who cares anyway? She was done impressing people, done pretending, at least for the day. It was her week off and working for AWE was exhausting, especially being at the top of the card. Of course, the fame and fortune was awesome, and the achievement meant the world to Barbara, but having the title shouldn’t mean that she couldn’t have a cozy movie night to eat her feelings at without having drama [i]literally[/i] knock on her door. Claire’s door. Whatever…
 
Ah. Everything made sense now. Claire deliberately went out of her way to pester Mileena for the past week so that they could spend time together, using the excuse: [color=#e4717a][i]My pudding pie is always so busy. I’M LONELY! HALP.[/i][/color] And because she wasn’t completely shallow and she actually liked how Claire constantly tried to be an important person in her life and everyone’s life for that matter. 
 
With a deadpan stare, the usual goth dreamboat silently watched the blonde, who was most definitely PMSing. Her pink hair was in two french braids, her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/0c/97/8e/0c978e88b027492478690e946c8eb85e--hipster-girls-gothic-models.jpg]makeup[/url] was a lot lighter than her stage act would have it, and she wore an elegant, [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b3/75/02/b3750240abf5f66af4046a855900648b--women-sleepwear-summer-sleepwear.jpg]floral[/url] pajama outfit (a silk tank and shorts), with a cream sweater. There wasn’t as much black as people were use to seeing on her. 
 
Crossing her arms closed the sweater to give her warmth, but also shyly hid her pajamas from the person she did not expect, as Mileena simply nodded in reply and entered the room. Not really knowing if she should ask Barbara’s permission or not to enter Claire’s room. 
 
Barbara watched wordlessly as Mileena walked passed her and into the hotel room. Did she just? Claire… Claire, that little shit, she planned this all along! Well, Barbie wasn’t about to be the dramatic one. Life was too short, she’d just eat more fried chicken if this got uncomfortable. At least then [i]something[/i] good would come of the evening, she can’t remember the last time she indulged in such a sinful snack.
 
After a moment of awkward silence, while Mileena sat herself on Claire’s king bed, the goth wrestler looked around the room to see all that was provided. If she didn’t go out with JP, she could’ve brought something too. Rubbing her thumb against her other thumb, a subtle tick she had when anxious, she glanced up at the other guest, who on screen she had a major feud with. She didn’t really know how to start a conversation with this woman. They never really talked. How long was Claire going to take? 
 
A heavy sigh escaped her lips, as Mileena attempted to strike a conversation with this girl, someone she didn’t necessarily understand and neither did her stage act, [color=a020f0][b]“Finding Dory is a cute movie.”[/b][/color]
 
The blonde, who was also wearing her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ac/b0/74/acb074d740b5f410dc3cb25fc1147a45.jpg]pajamas[/url], looked over to Mileena warily. She’d just said that something was cute, and it didn’t sound sarcastic. This was… a good sign?  [color=e0218a][b]“I haven’t watched it yet, it’s on the list of options. Dory, the new Captain America, or that newish romantic comedy. Wedding Dates something or other, with that cutie from High School Musical… Zac Efron.”[/b][/color] Barbara’s Louisiana bayou accent was thick in a casual setting such as this, making her words sound slow and slurred. The copious amounts of wine that she was about to consume probably wouldn’t help in making her more understandable, either.
 
[color=a020f0][b]“Call it my guilty pleasure, but animation film is my preferred film genre.”[/b][/color] While Barbara’s voice had more of an accent, Mileena’s voice was lower than usual by ten notches. [color=a020f0][b]“Claire, however, will probably want to watch Wedding Dates. Since, well, one, Zac Efron, and two, weddings.”[/b][/color] Shrugging at the options, a-ok with watching whatever, she looked over at the rosé, [color=a020f0][b]“May I?”[/b][/color] The pink haired woman gestured toward the wine. This may have been a weird situation, but Mileena wasn’t going to let it bother her. Claire wanted them to talk, so she would, even if it took… a little time to get her to open up. 
 
Animated movies, she would never have picked that as Mileena’s favorite, not in a million years. She tucked the [i]Beauty and the Beast[/i] blanket around herself at that point, realizing that she might have more in common with this girl than she had expected. Barbie followed Mileena’s gaze to the wine. [color=e0218a][b]“Oh, yeah, go ahead. Might be a little warm, we were about to uncork it ourselves when we realized that we needed ice. Claire... should be back by now.”[/b][/color] The southerner loosened up enough to roll her eyes and laugh slightly [color=e0218a][b]“I think she might have intentionally found herself [i]lost[/i]”[/b][/color] She said the last word with finger quotes and chuckled again. Never trust a hairdresser, they’re meddlers.
 
After taking a hushed moment to unscrew the wine bottle, Mileena poured both her and her coworker a glass and quoted the assorted villains from Scooby Doo, watching the liquid pour smoothly into the fine, glasses (that honestly was probably Claire’s ‘special’ glasses that Kevin bought her), [color=a020f0][b]“...and I would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn’t for you meddling--”[/b][/color] She paused to bring the bottle upright and looked at the door, that still had no Claire barging in,  [color=a020f0][b]“Kids.”[/b][/color] Once she was done placing the bottle down, she grabbed both glasses, stood up, and approached Barbara, offering her the warm wine. Who knows how long they were going to wait? Wine would help. 
 
It was, however, time to truly break the ice. [color=a020f0][b]“It’s funny… how long wrestling has been in our culture. By history, by myth, by country. One of my personal favorite mythos is based on Zeus’ rise as ruler of the earth, after he wrestled his father, Cronus. It’s always been here and yet… AWE has made wrestling relatable. And made us, near immortal.”[/b][/color] 
 
[color=e0218a][b]“In a sense, if only we had their true immortality. Being a household name is more than I could have ever imagined for myself, but it’d be even better if we could do all of this without the risk of injury.”[/b][/color] Wrestling might be staged entertainment, but it was still dangerous. William was a prime case of the brutal injuries that a frequent big-name wrestler could sustain, and other legends have even died in the sport. 
 
[color=e0218a][b]“I grew up watching wrestling with my two older brothers. I think the first thing that I noticed about it was how much it captured them. The power of the stars, to enthrall a couple of boys through a screen, people that they had never even met. It was like witnessing magick. Couldn’t help but fall in love with it myself, and the art of acting as a whole. I wanted to learn how to cast spells too, and influence the little girls of the nation, as well as the boys. Everyone needs heroes to look up to.”[/b][/color] Barbara sipped at the glass of wine that she was offered. Warm or not, it was still her favorite brand, and delicious as ever. [color=e0218a][b]“Mmm, wonderful,”[/b][/color] she remarked with closed eyes, wiggling her toes beneath the blankie in enjoyment.
 
Already half way through her glass, Mileena timidly nodded before giving an equal lengthy reply, which did not happen backstage, [color=a020f0][b]“I grew up… only knowing bits and pieces of my father that you know as Spencer Deschain, The Faceless, the embodiment of what the monster trope could only aspire to be. My mom beats to her own drum and when she wasn’t involved in the cutthroat business that is fashion, she was hoping to get one of her three daughters to be the perfect… princess type, I suppose. Failed twice. Third time was a charmer. I spent most of my childhood finding out about my father until I knew exactly who he was and as such, I went to look for him. And then I aspired to be like him.”[/b][/color] Finishing her glass, realizing she might be getting too personal, she went to pour herself more…
 
Meanwhile, outside leaning on the door, Claire listened in on the conversation of her girlfriends, while aiming her phone camera toward her face. Biting her finger playful, she batted her eyes at the lens and then snapped the picture with loving intent. Without placing a filter on it, she wrote the caption: [color=#e4717a][i]Thinking of you ;)[/i][/color] to her baby. SHE HADN’T SEEN HIM IN FOREVER. She was repressed. Depressed. But ultimately, completely blessed. He was good to her and she loved him more than she could love anyone in this whole wide world. 
 
The response was quick, Kevin always had his ring tone on for her. The picture he sent was a simple one, of an empty box of pizza on his bed, with his laptop open in front of him. The caption was pretty simple too: [color=408c0b][i]I’m doneeeee. We can do stuff tomorrow, cuz I just finished with all my shit for the next few weeks![/i][/color] 
 
The response brightened Claire’s mood almost instantaneously. He was done! That meant they could have [i]fun[/i]. Oh man. She’d have to ask the girls for help. One more snap, then she would enter her room. This one was cute and full of heartfelt love. She blew a kiss at the camera and mouthed [i]goodnight, I love you[/i]. 
 
The caption this time said: [color=#e4717a][i]I have a doll and a witch in my room. 2 blondes and a goth. Hot. I know. ;D[/i][/color] Everyone thought Claire and Kevin were completely vanilla and she was okay with that. It made their [i]game[/i] more worth playing. 
 
With that, she brought her phone down (she didn’t even have a bucket of ice) and she happily barged into her room, [color=#e4717a][b]“Guysssssss.”[/b][/color] She adorably announced. [color=#e4717a][b]“Help me surprise my sailor.[/b][/color] 
 
Once she was done tossing her phone on her bed, she clapped her hands together and grinned, [color=#e4717a][b]“...now that we’re all friends.”[/b][/color] [/indent]