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That was refreshing to hear. She wasn’t sure what had prompted such a request but she couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of going out in public with Cash and going on a real date. Bundling up on the couch as a precursor to a hook up was all well and good but it didn’t hurt to have a little ceremony behind their relationship, whatever it was. Ella shuffled up a bit from where she had been sat on the edge of his bed, his ‘borrowed’ shirt bundling up at little bit at the hem. “You wanna take me on a date huh?” there was a teasing lilt to her voice as she continued, “A real grown up date where you hold my hand and buy me dinner?” In hindsight it was probably a bad idea considering just how hard they’d struggled to keep this under wraps with limited interaction outside of closed doors. But she definitely wasn’t going to turn him down.

@eraofviolence​ said: “Are you out of your fucking mind?” 

Was she out of her mind or was she stupid? Was she out of her mind or was she being impulsive? Regardless, while they were all such different words they all had the same outcome. At least in a situation like this where she found herself looking across the Performance Center to see Lacey Evans standing there, having a conversation with Hunter. What was Sasha’s first response to seeing that? Well, of course, she wanted to just walk over there and punch Lacey in the face. People got into fights at the Performance Center often so maybe it was the fact that Cash was asking her if she was out of her mind because she wanted to cause a scene in front of Triple H of all people. Surely she’d be removed from the building in a blink of an eye if she was to do that. 

                        HER SKIN POPPED AND SIZZLED LIKE A CRACKLING FIRE.      rich, irish blood was boiling and all she could hear was the sear that the thought of her fist against that   wannabe’s   face. becky was outrageously livid for obvious   (   and what she felt to be extremely valid   )   reasons. any other sport was never an option for her, never even a choice to consider. professional wrestling was her life and giving that up all those years back was the   hardest thing   the irishwoman ever did. if it weren’t for fergal coaxing her back into it, she’d be nothing now and she certainly wouldn’t have had a contract handed to her on her name alone for being a   piece of shit   human being like ronnie. the audacity that making a mockery out of the sport she poured blood, sweat and tears into because ronda thought she was so fucking high and mighty caused the current chaos to ensue in the performance center and it wasn’t pretty.

                        rebecca quin, as that sad excuse for a champion called her, was in the performance center to work on her knee. it was aching, but it was healing despite the several tempts by the corrupt system to completely take her out. being involved with the heated twitter exchanged forced her to   scream   at the trainer helping her out to leave. in her brace, the fiery woman hobbled off the table and made her way to the women’s locker room. elbows and fists as well as kicks with her good leg landed one after another at the lockers before her. all she could hear was a ringing in her ears and the   rapid beating   of her heart. it wasn’t until a hand took hold of her shoulder that she even realized someone was accompanying her in the room. 

                        a stiff right hand swung back and narrowly missed the person who only wanted to   help   her. stumbling back, becky saw it was cash, but the rage engulfed in flames she felt wouldn’t let her quit. putting a finger in his face, her mouth shot off like a canon aboard a ship determined not to lose a battle.      “   don’t put yer fuckin’ hands on me again or i’ll rip yer arm out   it’s socket,   ”      her words filled with venom, directed at someone she considered maybe the   only   best friend she had right now, spoke volumes about how this would commence with ronnie.

To feel wanted was a big thing, something she’d only experienced in a familial sense before now. An almost giddy smile grew on her face, hidden briefly by the coffee cup she’d drawn up to her lips, she could hardly take a sip when she was trying to keep her happiness from bubbling too high. “You really mean that huh?” words quiet as she crossed the room to him, hands just about resisting the urge to just hold his face. At this point things were beyond complicated, to the point where it wasn’t long before it stopped being a secret.

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