>>19570282>>19570492>[Sheila takes a shot. Holy shit this is liquid crack.]The names rattled off are unfamiliar. Who-dra? Milker? Paul E? Carr Marty? None of this means anything to Sheila. She nods politely. She's not in the business of judging up and comers in the wrestling industry. Not many would have given young Sheila Foster a chance after spending on night with her, but here she was with Holly and Amy and a fucking legend like the Firebird.
Sheila takes a shot. It gets easier after every one.
Sheila can't help but think of all those who have left them. Riley, Moufette, Keron, Rory. Even fucken Hailey. All victories Sheila once held in such high regard. She hopes the match with Karna won't send things the same way. She makes a note to get in contact... somehow. Future Sheila's problem. For now, she listens intently the ongoing conversation. Ash only started getting paid recently? That explains one thing, at least. But it doesn’t surprise her that Romero was doing this out of a love for the business. There are few who have that same drive. And Sheila knows tow of them, at least.
Sheila takes a shot. It goes down easy.
It's all Sheila can do to give Holly a nod as she leaves. Still, it's a bittersweet farewell... but it means more rum. Ash would be interested in Sheila's news, maybe? But Ash and Amy are... not friendly. Doesn't seem like Ash has much faith in the Dojo anymore. Holly certainly didn't. And if Amy's words are anything to go by, she's using it for monetary gain. It's a bold declaration, especially after how things ended there. And things seem to end poorly for a lot of people there. In fact, Sheila thinks there's only one girl who has ever graduated that place, if the grapevine is to be believed.
Sheila has nothing to add.
>[So for a change, Sheila takes a shot. She doesn't feel a thing anymore.] 