>>19362277>>19362278>[Sola has never been good at maths at the best of times. But the tone of the whispers, drilling into her brain make it clear this is not meant to be a compliment. But... a few things stand out. Sola again thinks, internally -- wait, does this mean Sapphire can read her mind? God, she hopes not. It's a den of debauchery up there these days.]"Whatever, Sapphire. Shoot your shot, talk your talk, give me all these numbers. The fact is, your boss -- my friend, Priscilla -- seems to like my odds. Onigiri repeats the same tired lines, time after time like that hag Omega is pulling a string on her back. And Nikki did beat Maria, or is your brain finally shutting down, as well? And if Nikki can, then I can too. Hell, I did all the work in the tag match. And Amy... well, thanks to your crap I'll have to make sure she knows you don't think she can win. So congratulations, ghost, you played yourself."
>[Sapphire's final whisper makes Sola look over at Carmody. She can only shake her head and smile.]. . .
Outside, Carmody and Sola say their farewells, with a steamy public display of affection and a promise to message later and catch up against sometime soon. Sola would love nothing more than to stay at Carmody's house for, uh, a handful of reasons, but there are errands to run downtown, and business to attend to soon in the ring. As Carmody walks away, Sola can't help but look over her shoulder... God she loves that woman.
>>19363162Pulling out her phone, she sees a text come in from Priscilla -- a quick response. Something Sola is not used to from her Dojo friends... if they ever reply at all. Maybe Priscilla was... hmm. Not wanting to seem like she's coming on too strong, Sola leaves it on read, and opens up SpagoogleMaps, typing in the name of her first errand: Spaghetti Town Real Estate.
>[Spaghetti Town is a wild place. There's no telling who you might run into...] 