Absolute Smokeshow

Ring My Bell

One morning, you awoke ravenous to the most delicious smells; you wondered for a second if you had somehow fallen asleep in the kitchen, before sitting up and opening your eyes.
"Breakfast in bed?" you asked, more out of surprise than anything. "You spoil me."
"I thought you could use it," Marisol grinned as you eagerly grabbed a bit of food from one of the overflowing dishes on the tray she held on her lap. "Besides, I don't have work tonight."

The moment you took a bite, your eyes rolled back in your head at the taste before grabbing more.
"Want to come with me to a friend's show?" Mari asked.
"Sure," you replied after a bit more chewing. "What kind of show?"
"Remember that indie wrestling scene I mentioned?" She gauged your reaction as she continued. "A friend says they need more engagement, so I promised I would go support them."

Now it wasn't just your breakfast you needed to chew over before answering. It was already enough feeling guilty for not spending every spare moment looking for another source of income, but going out in public to a wrestling event?
Seeing your hesitation, she gently set her hand on your thigh. "No pressure."
After a moment more of consideration - pitting logic against your anxiety - you took a deep breath.
"I'll go with you," you agreed, "On two conditions."

-

"Eres tan linda," Mari reassured you, watching the way you kept fidgeting with the curls of the wig you were borrowing from her - condition one of your attendance being help with a disguise. Mari had also been kind enough to do your makeup in a way that made you look a bit less like yourself.

"Thank you. Do you have the-" you began nervously, before she pulled condition two out of her bra to show you: a cigarette carton whose original contents had been replaced with beautifully-rolled joints.
Letting out a sigh of relief, you started scouting for a good smoking spot. After looking across the sparse array of parked cars, a nice, out-of-the-way alley materialized in your periphery; you pointed it out to your companion before venturing together toward the space.

Checking your phone as Mari started off the joint, you felt your face heating up when you read Rhea's reply to the selfie of you in your disguise:
"Looks like Mami's going to have to start dressing you up before she ruins you, doll. Suits you"
With the little black heart at the end, you read it in the sultry voice she used in bed and a thrill went up your spine. You typed your thanks, hitting send as the lit joint was handed to you.

"So how do you feel about PDA?" Mari asked as you slowly exhaled your first hit.
"I'm not opposed," you replied, handing the joint back. "Why? Is this when I find out the local indie wrestling scene has some weird tradition where the audience make out instead of cheering or something?"
"I just wanted to make sure I asked ahead of time," she laughed, giving you a confused look as she licked her thumb and passed it along the side of the paper that was burning too quickly.
"Hey, once I went to this slam poetry thing and they snapped instead of applauding," you explained defensively. "Anything is possible."
"Pues, now that I think about it, maybe we should make out instead of cheering," Mari said, barely containing her amusement, "Just in case."

-

Looking at the photo of her disguised girlfriend and seeing a bit of Marisol's crimson red hair in the background, Rhea felt restless. She was alone in her hotel room, Dominik having gone on a date with JD (he refused to call it a date, but it was going to be just the two of them getting to know each other over dinner.) Rhea did her best to send an appropriately complimentary message in response to her girlfriend, sighing as she hit "send." She didn't expect to hear much from either of her partners until tomorrow; neither one of them needed her tonight.

The ache in her chest drove Rhea to scroll through her contacts, trying to make plans to keep herself from fixating on any number of things her loves might be doing with other people. A few names stood out to her more than the others as she skimmed her phone's address book:
Finn Balor. Probably having the night of his life now that Damian doesn't have to worry about JD.
Shayna Baszler. They hadn't really gotten along in their NXT days, but maybe now that Rhea had come out... but that was a long shot.
Cathy Kelley. Rhea smirked as she recalled her night with Cathy, but her smile faltered as soon as reporter's confession came back to her: "That was the first time I came with someone else." If she was going to spend the night with Cathy again, there was a fair chance the brunette might get too attached.
Liv Morgan. Not much of an option, given that the last time Rhea saw her, Liv was being taken to medical, courtesy of Rhea's own brutality.

Groaning, Rhea threw her phone onto the bed nearby and ran her fingers through her hair, elbow resting on her legs. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn't she just be happy for her partners and enjoy a night to herself?
As she stared at the hotel TV's remote, contemplating whether she should order room service and cozy up with a movie or just walk over to the bar down the street, she heard a knock at her door. It was soft, and Rhea initially thought it may have just been someone walking past, luggage knocking against her door as they ambled down the hall.
A louder knock followed after a few moments, undeniable this time. Rhea stood up immediately, mind racing wondering who might be on the other side. By the time she was standing at the door, her fists were clenched, muscles reflexively preparing for a confrontation. Peering through the peephole, Rhea was surprised to see a familiar, nervous-looking blonde.
"Um, R-Rhea?" The muffled voice sounded tearful, as if each syllable was trying to hold back a sob. "Are you there?"

"One sec," Rhea said, standing down from her defensive position as she quickly unlocked and opened the door.
Dried blood in her hair, knees scuffed, and one heel broken, the trembling woman standing in the doorway had mascara running down her cheeks, eyes glistening with the threat of more tears as she looked up at the Eradicator.
Without a word, Thea Hail threw her arms around a confused Rhea, breaking down into loud sobs.