Post by Van Zant on Sept 3, 2016 5:35:44 GMT
B O R N T O S U R V I V E //
The overnight stay at the hospital had been nothing short of glamorous – eating wet, soft slop on account of the emergency surgery to repair Violet's flapping gums, sleeping in a slitted gown that could rival a burlap sack, the shotty temperature control that had Violet shivering under her sheet before sweating from every pore in her body . . . She had never before felt happy to be back at her apartment, regardless of who was currently occupying it. Though Violet's career is loosely based on who she feuds with on television, she knows there are two feuds she will never lay to rest. Jordan, her roommate, and Kendra, his girlfriend.
Not that she could complain much, as Jordan had offered to pick her up and bring her back rather than letting her take any sort of public transportation. It was the least he could do for throwing a party in her absence and drinking her liquor.
"One more step," Jordan panted, lugging Violet over his shoulder, hazy from the pain medication.
Once they reached the door to the apartment, Kendra had been waiting with a glass of water.
"Looks like the big, tough gangster's home . . . " Kendra winked, but even though Violet had a tonne of medication pumping through her, she could pick up sarcasm and condescension from a mile away.
"Hey, Kendra?"
"Wh–"
SMASH.
The glass, filled to the brim with crushed ice and water, shatters all over the living room floor at Kendra's feet, absorbing quickly into the area rug and seeping through the tiles like plinko.
"Is she always this much of a bitch?" Kendra's tone was dripping with venom as she looked over at Jordan, settling Violet down on the sofa gently.
"You say that as if you're hardly around to know," With the strength she had left, she used the tip of her foot to kick a lone piece of glass towards Kendra. "I can barely take a solid morning dump without seeing your unfortunate mug idling around my apartment."
"While I would love to see a cat fight between you two . . . " Jordan tosses an envelope onto the sofa next to Violet, "This came for you today. Looks pretty urgent – RSW? Are you wrestling again, fam? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I did," Violet quips with little patience, motioning towards the bong sitting on the coffee table, "But you were too stoned out of your empty skull to understand human words."
"Dude, Hailey Banks? This isn't, like, NCAA–"
"–Could be why the envelope said RSW–"
"–This is like, big time shit! Are you ready for this?"
"Ready for what?" Violet asks through an exasperated snort, "Big time shit? Did you see what happened to me the other night? You want to call dodging a few super cool lariats big time shit? Come on, man! I just got three teeth wrenched out of my mouth because I shorted a few tiny Mexicans some cash. Hailey Banks has absolutely no i-fucking-dea where I come from. I ran NCAA, I think I could manage to put her jammies on, kiss her goodnight, tuck her in and put her to sleep faster than she can bat an eyelash."
"Ah, Vee, get real . . . " Jordan shakes his head, "This isn't friendly competition where you guys touch gloves and show respect. I had a few buddies who were in this 'biz, it gets real serious, real quick. These guys want the spotlight."
"And all I'm saying is that's a great goal to have!" Violet chuckles confidently, "I have a bit of a problem with this twat coming into my hood, thinking she knows what's up, though. I'm a submission wrestler; combine that with growing up around here? Swinging fists for food stamps?" Violet motions to the window, her expression reeling with disgust, "She's not a match for me. She's lucky this is taking place in a ring. Bloodied and battered is one thing, but alive? That's a different story if this fight took place anywhere else," Violet shrugs as if this was common knowledge. "I didn't come here to fuck around. I have a job to do, I have a goal to reach. Hailey's going nowhere quick with me on the other side of her."
"Can you guys save this conversation for later? I'd like to spend time with my boyfriend."
"I wish your mother aborted you," Violet muttered while Kendra and Jordan retired to the bedroom for the night.
