Post by Yulia Malakova on Oct 6, 2022 5:00:48 GMT
"Change, at long last.
We go from a delusional woman in Shelly Diamond to a bubbly, Mr. Rogers-like personality in Caroline as World champ. I hope the latter winnin' it all was worth the damage it caused to my bar AND my profits! Can't help but be proud of her, though...'cuz if for nothin' else?
Latoya Hixx ain't the champ!
Damn, gal...call yourself the boss or standard, but it doesn't really matter. You come off as some bimbo who thinks she's doin' good yet hasn't taken the time to fully know IWF and its roster of egos. I've been beaten plenty of times to understand what this joint is really all about.
Oh, who am I kiddin'?!
I'm supposed to be the rabble-rouser..."
{ Otto, the gruff ex-Marine, slammed a glass down on the bar, awaking Zelda Simpson from her meditation. It was the day after Legacy, and the venerable bar and grill she ran showed the remnants of a riot that took place after Caroline's World title win. Broken chairs and tables were scattered about. }
Zelda Simpson: How rude, Otto! Breaking my meditation...
Otto: You ought to be cleaning up this mess...
Zelda SImpson: I didn't realize it'd get this rowdy, I swear to God.
{ Zelda paused. }
Zelda Simpson: It was Caroline's fault! She started the whole riot by winnin' the Women's World title!
Otto: Pffft...HA!!
{ At that moment, Fiona McFly strolled into the dining area -- and she was in a foul mood after the previous night's brawl. }
Fiona McFly: A'right Zelda, what's the listed capacity for this establishment?
Zelda Simpson: I can squeeze in a hundred--
Fiona McFly: Like FUCK you won't -- not anymore!
{ Emphasis on the word "fuck" in Fiona's voice. Her tone was terse and direct. }
Fiona McFly: I've give you a lot of leeway when it comes to operating this restaurant, but...we need to have some more common sense. After all, you are technically operating on our land -- owned by a joint partnership between myself and JJ.
{ Zelda sighed. Fiona cleared her throat. }
Fiona McFly: As of this moment, Club 47 will have a listed capacity of fifty patrons.
Zelda Simpson: Fifty!?! But, b-b-but...
Fiona McFly: If I come in here during a watch party, count heads, and find that you're one over the fifty patron limit? I'll have yours...on a fucking platter...served with an eviction notice. Do I make myself clear?!
{ Zelda nodded, knowing that she wasn't gonna win the day. }
Zelda Simpson: Clear, very clear.
{ Fiona and Otto exited, leaving Zelda to post the new capacity limit placards and pick up the pieces. }
Zelda Simpson: Oh, this ain't gonna be good for business...
We go from a delusional woman in Shelly Diamond to a bubbly, Mr. Rogers-like personality in Caroline as World champ. I hope the latter winnin' it all was worth the damage it caused to my bar AND my profits! Can't help but be proud of her, though...'cuz if for nothin' else?
Latoya Hixx ain't the champ!
Damn, gal...call yourself the boss or standard, but it doesn't really matter. You come off as some bimbo who thinks she's doin' good yet hasn't taken the time to fully know IWF and its roster of egos. I've been beaten plenty of times to understand what this joint is really all about.
Oh, who am I kiddin'?!
I'm supposed to be the rabble-rouser..."
{ Otto, the gruff ex-Marine, slammed a glass down on the bar, awaking Zelda Simpson from her meditation. It was the day after Legacy, and the venerable bar and grill she ran showed the remnants of a riot that took place after Caroline's World title win. Broken chairs and tables were scattered about. }
Zelda Simpson: How rude, Otto! Breaking my meditation...
Otto: You ought to be cleaning up this mess...
Zelda SImpson: I didn't realize it'd get this rowdy, I swear to God.
{ Zelda paused. }
Zelda Simpson: It was Caroline's fault! She started the whole riot by winnin' the Women's World title!
Otto: Pffft...HA!!
{ At that moment, Fiona McFly strolled into the dining area -- and she was in a foul mood after the previous night's brawl. }
Fiona McFly: A'right Zelda, what's the listed capacity for this establishment?
Zelda Simpson: I can squeeze in a hundred--
Fiona McFly: Like FUCK you won't -- not anymore!
{ Emphasis on the word "fuck" in Fiona's voice. Her tone was terse and direct. }
Fiona McFly: I've give you a lot of leeway when it comes to operating this restaurant, but...we need to have some more common sense. After all, you are technically operating on our land -- owned by a joint partnership between myself and JJ.
{ Zelda sighed. Fiona cleared her throat. }
Fiona McFly: As of this moment, Club 47 will have a listed capacity of fifty patrons.
Zelda Simpson: Fifty!?! But, b-b-but...
Fiona McFly: If I come in here during a watch party, count heads, and find that you're one over the fifty patron limit? I'll have yours...on a fucking platter...served with an eviction notice. Do I make myself clear?!
{ Zelda nodded, knowing that she wasn't gonna win the day. }
Zelda Simpson: Clear, very clear.
{ Fiona and Otto exited, leaving Zelda to post the new capacity limit placards and pick up the pieces. }
Zelda Simpson: Oh, this ain't gonna be good for business...
}
Well howdy there pardner.