Day's Not Over Yet (Mikki)

[Prysm Ray]

~Takes place after a certain trip to a Karaoke bar~

Stumbling through the front doors of the SCW towers, Prysm giggled loudly. There was nobody here, it was pretty early in the morning. Only the die hard fitness buffs were up at this time of day. But they would all be in the gym, so it's not like Prysm had to worry about running into anybody. As she walked through the lobby, she continued to snack on something in her right hand. What was it you ask?

A muffin.

A simple blueberry muffin.

After leaving that noisy Karaoke bar, Prysm had made a few more stops along the way. She had managed to snag a drink out of a random bar that she had walked past. All of the voices basically needed something before they would shut up and stop pestering her.

The voice that was angry with her, that kept insulting her needed some more booze. The few shots she stole from the guys at the bar only temporarily appeased it. The aforementioned drink she got out of the bar was actually a Glitterbomb. Which was a shot of Goldschläger dropped into a Redbull. It was absolutely delicious, and was enough to fully sate the tiresome voice.

The next stop was a bakery, that was open 24/7. She had browsed the entire cases looking for something that would be fitting. Cookies, Eclairs, Bearclaws, Strudels, Cupcakes... no, no, no, no, no... MUFFINS.

She had stared at the small case that housed all of the Muffins. The voice in her head was going crazy upon seeing all of these glorious, scrumptious muffins. She had purchased a couple different Muffins. But now, the only one left was the blueberry one that she was happily munching away on as she leaned against the wall, waiting for the elevator door to open.

Her stomach was full of the various types of muffins and the booze. She was feeling pretty damn good right about now. Now that the voices were gone, the ending bit of the high from earlier was just making her feel even better. She didn't think that there was anything bad that could happen now.

As the doors dinged open, she took a step forward, swaying a bit. She couldn't wait to get on the elevator and to get to her room and fall asleep. Sleep, that felt good right about now, she had been awake for Twenty Four hours plus right now. As the Elevator doors slid open, she saw a familiar face as she walked inside the elevator, and said with a mouthful of Muffin.

Hey there Mikkster.[/center]

[Mikki Wilson]

The previous night for Mikki had not been as eventful as Prysm's but she felt very tired. She ended up sleeping on the couch after she and Jeff had a somewhat nasty fight. She forbid any alcohol or drugs of any kind in their apartment and she found a fifth of Jack in their fridge and poured the entire thing in the sink. This sparked a rather heated argument that almost came to blows. Jeff was bigger then her but she wasn't afraid of him in the least. Their relationship had become somewhat strained as a result of her new straight edge lifestyle. As a result of the fight Mikki was in a particularly foul mood this morning and it only became worse as Prysm came into the elevator reeking of marijuana and booze. As soon as that smell hit her nose, her headache worsened and she felt like throwing up on the floor.

" Damn you reek, where you out partying all night or something? Actually don't answer that. I already know the answer. "

Trying to maintain her composure, Mikki continues.

" I like you Prysm, you remind me of myself a little bit but I didn't save you from Penelope only to have you behave like this. Infact, I think I should have let her end your career and kept my nose out of it... "

The more she talked the angrier she got, but she had a lot she wanted to say right now.

" Partying all night might SEEM fun, but it's not worth the hangover. The only people who have to drink or do drugs to have a good time are morons and weak willed cowards. You seem like a bright girl, but do you want to end up like those two dumbasses from North Carolina who can't hold a job in the industry because they can't give up the drugs or alcohol? Or do you want to end up like the tons of pro wrestlers who have died MUCH to young for that same reason? Because from the way you look right now it seems like you do. It would be a terrible shame too, because the crowd seems to love you. Imagine how they would feel if they saw your name being future endeavored or with 'In Loving Memory' before it. Use your brains...or the parts you haven't smoked away yet anyway. "

[Prysm Ray]

For the first little bit of what Mikki had said, Prysm wasn't really paying attention as she was just finishing her muffin. As she ate the last bit, she started to listen. The first words she heard from Mikki really were about Penelope. Listening to that, Prysm actually got a little bit angry. She didn't know why she got angry, she just did.

And with that anger, she listened to everything else Mikki had to say. She realized that everything else Mikki had said was probably true, she knew just how bad drugs were, especially after tonight. She was thinking she might just give up drugs... but if Mikki was any indication of what she had to look forward to with a straight edge life style, she wasn't sure if that was the best way to go about it. Once Mikki finished her little tirade, Prysm said almost bitterly.

Penelope wouldn't have ended my career... She would have stopped...

She knew that was a lie, a bold faced lie. No matter how she felt about Penelope, she knew that at least right now those feelings were everything but reciprocated. Not really wanting to spill her guts to this woman she said with a slight hint of resentment. Which was mainly because of the booze and drugs. She normally didn't get angry.

So okay, you say I should basically change. Change how I live my life, change how I celebrate and have fun. I get it, drugs are bad. T...trust me, after tonight... I know that.

Taking a deep breath, she ran one of her hands slowly through her multi-colored hair. She had been through quite a lot today, and wasn't lying when she said she knew she had to stop this.

But what's the alternative? Become bitter, hate the world and get tatted up? That's not for me, not at all.[/center][/color]

[Mikki Wilson]

Shooting Prysm a bad look, Mikki replies.

" First of all, my bitterness is more then justified. Secondly, it is beyond foolish to think that Penelope wouldn't have snapped your back like a twig if I hadn't saved your ass. Speaking of Penelope what in the hell do you see in her? She's been nothing but negative toward you. Speaking as someone in a relationship that is very close to coming to an end, you don't want the trouble that comes with being in a relationship with someone who doesn't give a shit about you. "

Thinking she can use this, Mikki continues.

" Unless you can give me ONE difinitive reason why you feel the way you do and think a relationship between you and Penelope would work out, you will spend ALL DAY working out with me."

[Prysm Ray]

But... I've already been up all day...

As she said that, she could tell that Mikki obviously didn't give a shit. Sighing softly, she tapped her foot trying to think. At first her thoughts were of how she could get out of this. Mikki did come to her aid, so she couldn't just ignore that. And faking an illness probably wouldn't get her out of this at all.

Well, an explanation shouldn't be too hard to think of.

Standing there, she thinks about it. About her. She didn't know what it was about the Xombie Skull Kicker. In fact, what she really knew about Penelope was nothing good. She was arrogant and narcissistic, she conspired against her, and she even almost ended her career. All of those things, would point to Prysm wanting to hate Penelope. It would have been a fully justified hatred at this point.

However, Prysm's feelings towards Penelope were the exact opposite of what they should be. She wanted to know Penelope, on a personal level, she wanted to go on the date with her, she wanted it to be a perfect night. But what she wanted, was it even plausible? Was there any merit for how she felt?

But Prysm couldn't answer those questions. She also couldn't give a good, logical reason as to why she felt the way she did. Sighing she said.

Fine... I guess we're going to be working out together then... Mrs. Straightedge.

Sighing as the elevator dinged to the gym's level, Prysm knew that she was going to be very sore after today. But maybe, maybe she could straighten her head around at least a little bit so she wasn't completely confused. Who knows, maybe this little bit of training might help her in her upcoming PPV match.[/center][/color]

~End