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"who's this bag for?" the blond original asked, pointing the purple bag on the floor with her eyes.
"why do you care, Barbie Klaus" Damon smirked,
Rebekah rolled her blue eyes, opening it, "its clothes"
"oh gosh, You discovered something new" Damon snapped at the newcomer. Zipping the bag shut putting it in a room before locking it.
Little did Rebekah know that the room was the one Claire stayed in. and left most of her stuff in.
. . .
For Claire, Sunday came way to fast as her friends scattered at the airport,
"we need to do this more often" Trish giggled,
"yep" Amy and Claire piped up.
"and have it be a happy occasion" Jay winked, nudging Claire.
"okay, safe flights everyone" Adam saluted, before dragging Jay to their terminal to catch up with their respective roster.
"bye" Trish hugged the two girls, flying back to Toronto for her Yoga projects.
Amy hugged Claire as the two parted ways. She was heading back to her house, continuing working on her album with the band.
Claire laughed at how productive the gang was, from music, Yoga, Wrestling. Sort of a moral..just because you left something you're passionate in, doesn't mean that you have to hit a brick wall after retiring.
Claire shook her head, playing with the hem of the short she found at Adam's, leaving the black dress there as she forgot her bag at a certain Salvatore's.
She snorted, funny how everything seemed to be linked to him, walking up to her terminal
. . .
Heading up to Mr. McMahon's office, Claire felt under-dressed walking in with only shorts and a green off the shoulder shirt. She shrugged it off knocking at the huge door.
"come in"
Claire twisted the door handle, making her way in,
"hey boss" she greeted with a smile,
"ah, Claire" he nodded, "how have you been? Considering.." he trailed off,
Claire shrugged, sitting down on the huge leather chair. "I've been better" Claire waved it off.
"so, character. You're back from suspension in 2 weeks" he stated, "we are thinking to drop the anti-diva thing, as Rylee has terrorized the division, we're thinking into turning her into a tweener. Playing on the thin line of face and heel, without seeming bi-polar." he clasped his hands.
Claire nodded, her eyebrows knotting. "so all the terrorizing doesn't go waste?"
"pretty much" he nodded, "we are thinking of you to go against lay-cool. Have another championship reign as the top diva,"
"the top diva? Are you sure?"
"fans love Rylee Skye, who are we kidding? It makes perfect sense. After we're done with the lay cool arc, we're thinking of having an E&C reunion"
At that, Claire grinned, "should I even answer?"
The chairman chuckled, "well, Stephanie wanted to see you for more details, so.." he looked at her,
She understood she was dismissed as she nodded, flashed a grin and left for the creative-floor.
. . .
"Stephie" Claire said, popping her head into the billion dollar princess's office.
"Claire!" she sqeeked, "don't frighten me" she laughed, getting up.
"nice to see you too, Steph" she hugged the fellow brunette,
"ooh I like the hair" Stephanie mentioned, "I don't even remember who's idea to have that serial killer's hair cut & color anyways" she laughed, mentioning Claire's blunt black do.
"hmm I've got no idea" throwing Stephanie an obvious look.
"besides the point" Stephanie rolled her eyes as Claire laughed.
Claire raised her eyebrows, "how's the baby?" she said with a smile,
"kicking" the pregnant brunette said motioning to her bump.
"another daughter huh?" Claire motioned,
"yep"
"yeah I'm still rusty.." the grey eyed woman laughed
"speaking of rust, no ring rust?" Stephanie said, snapping back to boss mode;
"no ring rust" Claire echoed,
"you know you have to get into a match in front of me yada yada yada" she said, moving her hand around.
"yes I know Steph" Claire rolled her eyes.
"head over to the ring" Stephanie stuck her tongue out, "let them walk you through your music, entrance, character" she said, handing Claire a group of papers.
"will do" Claire said, winking before waving goodbye.
. . .
"I like it!" Claire shouted over the music at the arena part.
A Jim Johnson cover of the song 'Bullet' by Tim Halperin, making the song even pop-ier than the last version that was used by Claire,
She's a bullet to the gun I hold
When I pull the trigger, when I let her go
Another victim lying dead on the floor
She's a killer, and she knows it
She knows it
This is my moment
I said I'll let her go, oh I'll let her go
She's a bullet to the gun I hold
When I pull the trigger, when I let her go
"that's great" one of the people down there said, "now the entrance," he started, guiding Claire through her new entrance.
"now, Mrs. McMahon - Levesque says you should go to attireā¦" he trailed,
"yep" Claire said, jogging out.
After she traded in her last attire, mainly consisting of leather into some of the stuff she used to wear back in the day,
Now clad in a corset like top, with the blue strings stopping above her hips, the top part crisscrossed over her chest in random patterns.
The shorts had also corset like strings on either sides, not really going all the way because of the PG rating, along with thigh high laced boots along with her elbow length blue-ribboned black gloves.
"so many strings!" Claire exclaimed, turning to look at the seamstress, Gloria.
"its you're character. It's supposed to mean she's complicated or something" she twirled a strand of her golden hair, smacking her gum.
"mission accomplished" Claire muttered, moving back in to change out.
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"where are you staying now?" the very pregnant Stephanie asked,
"Back to Tampa. Home, spend time with ma," Claire answered, biting her cookie.
"I'm really sorry for Andie, I couldn't come to the funeral, I wanted to, but my pregnant ass and work just wouldn't budge" she took a long sip of her chocolate milk
"awe, as long as you're doing a good job.." Claire trailed off,
Stephanie and Claire had more than just boss-worker, they where friends. After all they were almost the same age.
"well, I better go catch my flight"
"only you Claire, only you" the billion dollar princess laughed, shoeing Claire away,
"see you soon" She hugged the other woman,
"have a safe flight" the brunette said,
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"Give it to me. I can do it." Elena argued over the tube
"No, let me." Damon insisted
"Damon, come on."
"Elena, you almost got barbecued. The least I can do is apply first aid." He said, carful swabbing her wound
"You played your part of the plan really well tonight."
"Oh, yeah?" he said, raising his eyebrows
"You had Rebekah drooling all over you and your marshmallows." She said with a slight twang in her tone
"Yeah, before she skewered me. I thought you were too drunk to notice."
"I was faking most of it."
"So was I." he looked up, looking straight into her grey eyes.
Wait, Elena's are brown..
"Ready to get going, Elena?" Alaric asked, marking his arrival
"Great work tonight, Ric. Sorry about the car, man. Bummer." He said,
Alaric, still not over Damon killing him for the who knows how many times, check the tally chart, took Elena and went his way.
