"'Kenzie! 'Kenzie!" Rylie almost tackled the other from her feet, with her enthusiasm. MacKenzie realed, stumbling backwards until coming in contact with a wall. "Yeah, hey to you to Rys. But do you have to try to kill me ev'ry time you see me?" An enthusiastic nod given from the ebony locked fem'. MacKenzie's own, red streaked obsidian, was held back from her face carelessly. "Dude, did they give you coffee again?"
"Hella! But I want more, must have caffiene!" Without awaiting a word from Mac, Rylie led the other down the long airport hall towards the quaint coffee shop.
~oOo~
"So, what's up?" Rylie inquired, hands wrapped around a double expresso. Slender brow of Kenzie raised at the amount of caffiene, yet ordered her own Café Latte with a triple shot. "Eh, not much. Doing colour on Velocity with Josh Mathews."
"Damn you're lucky, he's hella hot." Words given, followed swiftly with a large sip of steaming foam, cinnamon, chocolate covered liquid. "All I have is Randy Orton, Paul Levesque, Ric Flair and Batista."
"Remind me to hate you." Both burst into laughter. "God, I'm amazed you aren't scaling the walls yet." With a shake of ruby streaked tresses given, increased at Rylie's blank expression. "What'dya mean?"
"C'mon man, you're drinking liquified caffiene, covered in... what is that? Foam? Cinnamon and chocolate. Damn girl. This is almost as bad as my 21st birthday." Mac laughted again at the memory, taking a swig of the piping substance.
"Yeah, that was great. And we didn't even remember any of it." Rylie joined her companion's laughter. "Thank god for video tapes."
"Yeah, too bad we didn't find out where we got those tattoos though... I remember getting bitched at for god knows how long." MacKenzie took a quick look at her simple wristwatch, before settling back again.
"Got a date?" Rylie snickered, yet this was brought to a halt by Kenzie's quick nod. "Not exactly. I gotta meet Josh here, so we can fly to Portland for our taping. It really bites being on one of the lesser shows."
"Eh, I'll bet. Jus' glad I'm on Raw." Ry beamed, only to receive a well earned kick in the shin from beneath the table. Ice blue gaze shifted towards the enterance of the coffee shop, as Josh Mathews entered.
"Now if you'll ex-squease me, my chaperon has arrived. Good day love." MacKenzie rose before Rylie could retailiate, jogging to meet Josh before the other could catch her. "Damn you Mac."
"Hella! But I want more, must have caffiene!" Without awaiting a word from Mac, Rylie led the other down the long airport hall towards the quaint coffee shop.
~oOo~
"So, what's up?" Rylie inquired, hands wrapped around a double expresso. Slender brow of Kenzie raised at the amount of caffiene, yet ordered her own Café Latte with a triple shot. "Eh, not much. Doing colour on Velocity with Josh Mathews."
"Damn you're lucky, he's hella hot." Words given, followed swiftly with a large sip of steaming foam, cinnamon, chocolate covered liquid. "All I have is Randy Orton, Paul Levesque, Ric Flair and Batista."
"Remind me to hate you." Both burst into laughter. "God, I'm amazed you aren't scaling the walls yet." With a shake of ruby streaked tresses given, increased at Rylie's blank expression. "What'dya mean?"
"C'mon man, you're drinking liquified caffiene, covered in... what is that? Foam? Cinnamon and chocolate. Damn girl. This is almost as bad as my 21st birthday." Mac laughted again at the memory, taking a swig of the piping substance.
"Yeah, that was great. And we didn't even remember any of it." Rylie joined her companion's laughter. "Thank god for video tapes."
"Yeah, too bad we didn't find out where we got those tattoos though... I remember getting bitched at for god knows how long." MacKenzie took a quick look at her simple wristwatch, before settling back again.
"Got a date?" Rylie snickered, yet this was brought to a halt by Kenzie's quick nod. "Not exactly. I gotta meet Josh here, so we can fly to Portland for our taping. It really bites being on one of the lesser shows."
"Eh, I'll bet. Jus' glad I'm on Raw." Ry beamed, only to receive a well earned kick in the shin from beneath the table. Ice blue gaze shifted towards the enterance of the coffee shop, as Josh Mathews entered.
"Now if you'll ex-squease me, my chaperon has arrived. Good day love." MacKenzie rose before Rylie could retailiate, jogging to meet Josh before the other could catch her. "Damn you Mac."