>>19111379Ash staggers into the presser room, bumping into the table before lazily throwing herself into the chair, barely catching herself before it tilts over. The microphone picks up heaving huffs and pants as she leans into it.
>I woke up in Tokyo this morning...>(Hehh...)>I had to catch a nap on the flight here... I haven't seen a real bed in days.>...>Zuni's one bad bitch.>Don't take what I just said to make it seem like I had it easy- I'm just making a point.Ash leans back for a moment, deep breaths, eyes blinking slowly and face tensing with the dull aches across her.
>If I'm capable of that, in this state... (Ffh...)>You girls aren't ready for me at my best....>I'm gonna be hitting way more of those springboards...>Missing way fewer of those Group Bs...>... I forgot some of my moves.>I was hitting shit I don't even remember learning.>So. Old dog, new tricks... Maybe.Ash sits forward once again.
>That... (Hff...) Out there...>Was a statement.>I'm done being a woman of legacy and not results.>(Huhh... Hhh...)>I'm gonna go take the longest fucking ice bath in the world and pass out on my bed.>Good night, marks.Ash groans as she pushes off the table, sliding it slightly out of place as she rolls her neck and slowly lurches out of the conference room.
