Moments after being settled on the plane, MacKenzie looked around, not seeming to sit still for even a minute. Josh only shook his head with a chuckle, leaning his head back. "So who were you talking with?"
"Oh, thats Rylie! Rylie Hayden McKale, she's on Raw." Mac commented, with a shrug, humming and tapping her foot. "You know thats annoying right?" Kenzie only blinked at Josh's comment and shrugged. "Eh, when I care you'll be the first to know."
"I think this is the time I make a note to myself, to not give you coffee." He chuckled, Mac only shook her head. "You ain't seen nothing yet buddy."
~oOo~
Rylie continued to sit within the coffee shop, now quietly sipping her coffee. Paul shook his head, as he stalked up to her, a peeved look on his face. "God-damnit Rylie! We've been looking every-where for you! Get up and hurry your ass along." Rylie sighed, and shook her head, taking her styrofoam cup and following the Raw Champion.
Moments later, Rylie was sitting the aisle seat next to Randy Orton who was stuck in the middle, and Batista was on the other side of Randy in the window seat. "I wanna read!" Rys commented with a whimper, as Randy opened the latest Raw Magazine. Not being able to stop the smirk that was cast, he leaned gently to the side, magazine in the ebon locked fem's view.
A loud yell caused over half the patrons of the plane to divert their a attention to a man who was now running frantically up and down the aisle of the plane, screaming bloody murder. "Get it off! Get it off!"
It took at least 15 minutes for the stewardesses to calm the patron down, Rylie straining her hearing, and shaking her head at the comment from the lifestyle conflicted man.
"Well, theres a lack of masculinity if I do say so." Rylie laughed, second batch of coffee finally kicking in, as she continued to laugh, leaning against Randy in a fit of giggles. Batista chuckled, and Ric and Paul turned around, to only shake their heads. "A gay guy scared of spiders, isn't that funny Ms. McKale." Triple H commented, with distaste.
"Oh, thats Rylie! Rylie Hayden McKale, she's on Raw." Mac commented, with a shrug, humming and tapping her foot. "You know thats annoying right?" Kenzie only blinked at Josh's comment and shrugged. "Eh, when I care you'll be the first to know."
"I think this is the time I make a note to myself, to not give you coffee." He chuckled, Mac only shook her head. "You ain't seen nothing yet buddy."
~oOo~
Rylie continued to sit within the coffee shop, now quietly sipping her coffee. Paul shook his head, as he stalked up to her, a peeved look on his face. "God-damnit Rylie! We've been looking every-where for you! Get up and hurry your ass along." Rylie sighed, and shook her head, taking her styrofoam cup and following the Raw Champion.
Moments later, Rylie was sitting the aisle seat next to Randy Orton who was stuck in the middle, and Batista was on the other side of Randy in the window seat. "I wanna read!" Rys commented with a whimper, as Randy opened the latest Raw Magazine. Not being able to stop the smirk that was cast, he leaned gently to the side, magazine in the ebon locked fem's view.
A loud yell caused over half the patrons of the plane to divert their a attention to a man who was now running frantically up and down the aisle of the plane, screaming bloody murder. "Get it off! Get it off!"
It took at least 15 minutes for the stewardesses to calm the patron down, Rylie straining her hearing, and shaking her head at the comment from the lifestyle conflicted man.
"Well, theres a lack of masculinity if I do say so." Rylie laughed, second batch of coffee finally kicking in, as she continued to laugh, leaning against Randy in a fit of giggles. Batista chuckled, and Ric and Paul turned around, to only shake their heads. "A gay guy scared of spiders, isn't that funny Ms. McKale." Triple H commented, with distaste.