>>18809376>[Thump. Thump. Thump.]Sola Fire’s head is *pounding*. Call her Hungover Jones, or Hangovers Ramones, because -- blurred vision and dirty thoughts? Yeah, somebody put something in her drink. Or more truthfully, everyone’s drink. But training waits for no one, and when Sola’s alarm goes off at the crack of dawn, she knows what she is in for. She’d kill for a banana crunch smoothie. With Carmody. Carmody... oh man, that’s gonna be weird. Sola’s not good at flirting at the best of times, and cringes outwardly at what that may have looked like in the state she was in.
Arriving at the Dojo, Sola heads to the locker and dumps her bag. She contemplates a second cold shower but figures she’s gonna have to sweat this hangover out. Vaguely, she recalls Ash saying there were notes on her most recent match -- surely that means Karna. Speaking of, did Sola try to double leg Karna in the Villa’s dining room? Dam. She doesn’t remember the outcome, and hopes she at least looked cool doing it. But Ash’s notes on that one sound incredibly interesting, and Sola is not going to let something like a brain blending hangover get in the way of the biggest match of her career.
Paule has already arrived when Sola arrives, and Sola says a quick hello but needs some space as much as she imagines Paule does. Sola is stretching as best she can when Carmody enters, a vision of beauty immediately brightening Sola’s day. They share a quick glance, and Sola knows there is a discussion to come. But no, no horn-dogging in the Dojo. Well, the training part of the Dojo. Well, the training part of the Dojo *in front of people*. Well, in front of *certain people* -- god dammit, stop. Karna probably doesn’t get distracted like this... maybe?
Anyway, at least three of the rookies are here, and Paule, Carmody and Sola are going to need to help each other all day. Ash is great... but she might not be kind. Please be kind.
