>>20029778>>20029780>[At a loss for where or how to get in contact with her impending Tag Team Scramble partner, Kelly Omega takes a raincheck. She'll be back soon, no doubt.]But first, she has run home to change and is heading downtown to, heavy sigh, Priscilla's stupid party. To keep things simple, she ties her hair up -- seriously, do you have any idea how annoying it is to keep the shape when her curls get wet? Having promised Sheila she'd make an appearance, Kelly Omega is in need of a little liquid courage, and the usually reserved, quiet, mellow and above-all humble Omega enters a nearby pub. It's relatively quiet, with no wrestling on live TV tonight, and Omega heads to the bar. 'A quick one', she thinks to herself. 'In and out in twenty minutes.' Just need to make an appearance for Sheila and shmooze with, ugh... the Angels.' Omega nods at the bartender, she might need a double.
"Hi, just a Dr Better Zero on ice, thanks. Ah, you know what? Make it a regular, I need the sugar hit."
Omega looks around the bar: a bunch of old people, a few people drowning their sorrows, and a couple of families in the booths, and then... two guys right next to her. One of them is a bit bigger, what you'd call a 'powerhouse build' if you were making a character in those old wrestling games, but he seems nice. Maybe a bit too young to be in here at all. But the other one is, uh... Omega loses track of herself as she stares at the taller of the two. As he looks up at her, she fumbles over her words while waiting for her drink.
"Good night for us, hey? For \*it*. Good night for it. A drink."