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The morning after a defeat is always a time for doubt, second-guessing, and uncertainty. The morning after two defeats even moreso.
Carmody Jefferson was sore and beaten to hell after her grueling encounter with Miss USA. She had the impression that Sola Fire was hurting even worse after her hard-fought loss to Amy Flame. Aside from some pleasantries, a light touch of the shoulder or warm smile as they sipped their morning coffee, the mood among them had been terse, perhaps even grim. But perhaps because of these losses, neither thought of skipping their training. They pushed themselves to run, to lift, to spar and grapple with fierce dedication, pushing past the physical pain they felt and the ache of their recent defeats. And then, when the day's training was done, they ended up back at the townhouse that had now become Carmody's home as well as Sola's.
Carmody was all set to have a quiet evening in, to ruminate on their defeats and let their bodies heal. Fix something simple for dinner, settle in on the couch tonight, rise and do it again tomorrow. She'd even put on a T-shirt and sweats after cleaning up from the workout, ready to start in that direction.
But then a different idea comes to her, one that might help both of them to shake off this loss.
>"Hey, Sola."
The tone in her voice is different. She can tell that Sola recognizes it at once when she turns around to look at her.
>"Wanna go out clubbing? Maybe get fucked up, fuck some shit up, or blow off a little steam?"
A daring smile slowly creeps onto Carmody's face.
