So happy. Watching IMPACTWRESTLING. ShowtimeEY is on my tv, EthanCarterTNA music is playing, & RockstarSpud is stealing the spotlight.
Spud stares at the tweet, his lips twisted unhappily. His job, as he understands it, is simple. Run errands for Madam Dixie, do whatever grunt work is needed at the office, and ensure both Carters are kept safe at the tapings. He's not supposed to take attention away from them, he's supposed to make the crowd focus on their wealth and abilities, good looks and successes. He closes his eyes, aware that Ethan will see the tweet soon enough, since his name is tagged to it as well. "Bloody hell," he sighs.
"What's wrong?" Ethan asks, walking into the living room with a towel wrapped around his neck, clearly preparing on going for a swim. 'Bully Ray saying something else now?"
"No," Spud shakes his head slowly. He watches as Ethan sits next to him, locating his phone among all of Spud's paperwork and scanning through his tweet alerts. The British man cringes, waiting for Ethan's inevitable blow up when he sees the tweet. But it never comes, Ethan rolling his eyes and even laughing at a few of the tweets before putting his phone down and sitting back against the couch cushions, looking entirely like a man of leisure. Spud envies him this briefly as he scoops up some papers and begins skimming them, barely able to digest what he's reading. He realizes he's scanned over the same sentence twice before looking up at Ethan for a moment. "Sir?"
"Yes, Spud?" Ethan murmurs, his eyes opened an inch as he looks over at his best friend.
Spud hesitates, trying to get the papers in some sort of order before meeting Ethan's eye. "Do you... think I take the spotlight off of you and Madam Dixie, sir?"
Ethan doesn't say anything for a long moment before sitting up and stretching, turning to face Spud. "Didn't a tweet say something like that?" he chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, Spud. We wouldn't be in this business if we weren't all hams, right? Of course we all like the spotlight... and you make our group better for it. But it's not overwhelming, when it's my turn to have everyone's focus, I take it. Don't worry. You're fine."
Spud relaxes a little at this, staring into Ethan's eyes and seeing no lie there. "Alright, sir, if you're sure," he says softly. "I'd never want to do anything to make you or Madam Dixie displeased with my work ethic."
"Then just keep doing what you're doing." Spud nods, watching as Ethan gets up and heads for the pool area. He pauses at the glass window and looks over his shoulder. "Wanna take a break and come join me for a swim?"
Spud's eyes brighten at the suggestion. He carefully puts the papers down on the table and joins Ethan. "Yessir!"