>>19593781>[Sola Fire awakens first.]To her side, Carmody Jefferson is lightly snoring off what must be a rough hangover... and a night's activities that Sola has been sorely missing. There is no kitchen island bench in Soa's new home, but there is a couch, a shower, a kitchen floor and a comfy queen-sized bed.
Sola slips out as quietly as she can and heads to the kitchen where her phone has been charging overnight; Carmody won the scissors-paper-rock game for the only outlet in the bedroom. Sola will swear that she ACTUALLY did paper, but took too long close her fingers -- BAH, it doesn't matter. She adds 'power board' to a whiteboard list on the small fridge. Sola checks her phone, something which has become a habit in recent times, now that she gets notifications.
>>19601450Priscilla's auction has an update, and apparently it's ending soon. Sola is shocked at the amount being bid but... well, it is Priscilla. But there's a text as well. Sola reads it out as best she can, and sets to reply. Wait, Carmody has a match? Sola checks the WWA website and -- yep, there it is. Carmody Jefferson vs. Miss USA.
i didnt no camel road had a match.
Misuse is a tough fight
I wish I could be there too
>[Amy. Sola snaps a quick selfie, to show she's already up and preparing, and sends it off to Priscilla.]don't worthy about amy. im not
i already beet her. ill do it agen
well be done when she nos how much sh ehurt me
i no shes ur friend
but ill show her real pain
>[Amy...]BAH. Sola throws her phone down harder than she intends, worrying she might wake Carmody. Until Carmody wakes, Sola is content to scroll through her Tweetsagram feed, and sip her coffee catch up on all the wrestling from around the world. She'll do her match prep soon. Maybe.
