Ruffle | A Rhea Ripley Story | By A.Magpie

Chapter 4 ~ Party...? 1/2

Tuesday. Wake up. Run. Breakfast.

Yeah right.

Tuesday. Fly. Sore. Stress. Think. Powerbar...think

Tuesday, ment NXT, Tuesday, ment Rhea's Return Party.

I've always hated parties, especially birthday parties, where you have all these expectations and none of them actually happen.

So thank god this wasn't a birthday, but... still. I haven't met half the people invited to this party and as far as Liv knows? I haven't even met Rhea.

Rhea. The reason I'm so stressed for this party.

Like what if she's seen everything and thinks I'm a psycho? Liv did tell her a lot but who knows.

I was standing bent over a mixing bowl when I could hear the sounds of Liv's boots bound into the kitchen.

"I smell sugaarrr," she exclaimed, "why are you baking though? We have like three tins of cookies, shouldn't you be writing your album or something?" Liv asked, sliding into a little booth seat I found online, I love the internet sometimes.

Giving my arms a break, I stepped away from the bench and spun around to face Liv.

"I'm procrasti-baking!"

"Say that in english? Please." Liv asked.

"I'm Procrastinating...by baking," I said matter of factly, "My mum used to always say it back home."

"Australia is weird." Liv said.

I grabbed the spoon I used to scoop sprinkle cookie dough with and pointed it straight at Liv, "you, cannot talk." I said, sucking the rest of the batter off of the spoon.

"Have you figured what you're wearing tonight?" Liv asked, scrolling, presumably instagram.

"That's why I'm baking."

"You don't know what to wear? Can I help?" she said, looking over her glasses.I sighed, putting the cookies into the oven,

"No, I'm just nervous, what do you wear to clubs anyway?"

"Don't worry Marnie, I'm sure Rhea will love you. It's just a 'nicer' kind of bar, lowkey."

I let out a breath, wiping my hands on my jeans and leaning on the counter top. Trying to remember the last time I went out somewhere past nine o'clock, that wasn't Raw...

"What are you going to post on instagram?'

"Geez Liv one question at a time!"

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What to wear? What to wear?

Suddenly, no matter how long I stared at my closet, bed, and any other surface that had clothes on it, I had nothing to wear.

Liv had done my makeup, not too bright as I requested, and I had done my hair. I was seriously debating wearing a hat so no one would spot my Hayley-Williams-or-becky-lynch-ass hair.

With my Single announcement soon, I'm terrified to be spotted. No one is putting me online until I do.

But, alas, I can't do that because it would ruin the hair I just spent an hour on.

And now I'm spending another hour contemplating outfit choices, and how much alcohol I can drink before I start causing problems.

Something lowkey? But nice. Maybe jeans and a black top, with pink boots...and lots of jewellery...but lowkey.

That worked so Liv and I piled into her car while I mentally prepared for whatever was going on.

I can do this! I used to go to parties all the time with Kayden when we were going out!