Disclamer: I only own Nituna.
"Anyway, he's their "problem solver"." Jericho said. "So he put me through the announce table."
"So when do you get to get them back?" Bret Hart asked.
"Next week hopefully." He walked into the bar and looked around. He looked at the same girl he'd seen a few months ago.
"You know her?" Bret asked.
"I met her a few months ago. She's only 16." Jericho said walking towards her. "Hi." He said to her.
"Oh, hi."
"Bored of him already?" Bret asked.
"No, I'm just not very social. You know the whole, being nice, sharing, opening up about hard times thing. I was never very good at it." She said before drinking some more beer.
"You've had hard times?" Jericho asked.
"Who hasn't?"
"Good point." He said sitting down.
"So why are you in here if you're 16?" Bret Hart asked sitting down.
"I like to spend my money to help me forget how I earn it." Nituna answered.
"How do you earn it?" Jericho said.
"Are you researching my biography?"
"No." He said, reaching for her bottle of beer.
"Mine!" She said pushing his hand away.
"I'll get you another one."
"I want this one."
"You're gonna finish it eventually anyway." Jericho pointed out.
"Eventually?" She said before drinking the half that was left.
"Wow." Bret muttered. "I haven't seen anybody drink that fast since........ Where are your parents?"
"Mom's dead. Don't know about my dad. I'll get more beer." She stood up and walked over to the bar.
"Last time she said her dad travelled a lot. I think he must have been in the army or something." Jericho told him. Bret ignored him and kept watching her.
"Hi." Nituna heard someone say. She turned to look at the guy standing behind her.
"What?" She snapped.
"You want a beer?"
"Would I be here if I didn't?"
"Let me buy you one."
"No thanks."
"Well let's go somewhere else."
"Why don't you go somewhere else and I'll stay here?"
"Look-" He said before she punched him. "Are you insane?"
"No, I just have to wonder if your big mouth is a stupid attempt to make up for something else, but even if it's not, you don't look like you'd be that much fun anyway." She said picking up the beer and walking back to the table.
"What was that about?" Jericho asked.
"He's a guy. He loves him. I hate him." Nituna said sitting down.
"I think you broke his nose." Bret commented.
"Me too." She said smirking.
"Well she's..........interesting." Bret Hart said as they left the bar.
"I know. There's something about her......"
"What do you think happened between her mom and dad?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well either her mom hated him or she didn't know him that well. Either way it's likely to be because of the same thing."
"What's that?"
"He already had a family."
"Why-"
"I saw the was she was drinking that beer. She had twice as much as us but she's still sober how is that possible?"
"Well-"
"And the way she handled that guy. It was like she was in there waiting for a fight."
"Anyway, he's their "problem solver"." Jericho said. "So he put me through the announce table."
"So when do you get to get them back?" Bret Hart asked.
"Next week hopefully." He walked into the bar and looked around. He looked at the same girl he'd seen a few months ago.
"You know her?" Bret asked.
"I met her a few months ago. She's only 16." Jericho said walking towards her. "Hi." He said to her.
"Oh, hi."
"Bored of him already?" Bret asked.
"No, I'm just not very social. You know the whole, being nice, sharing, opening up about hard times thing. I was never very good at it." She said before drinking some more beer.
"You've had hard times?" Jericho asked.
"Who hasn't?"
"Good point." He said sitting down.
"So why are you in here if you're 16?" Bret Hart asked sitting down.
"I like to spend my money to help me forget how I earn it." Nituna answered.
"How do you earn it?" Jericho said.
"Are you researching my biography?"
"No." He said, reaching for her bottle of beer.
"Mine!" She said pushing his hand away.
"I'll get you another one."
"I want this one."
"You're gonna finish it eventually anyway." Jericho pointed out.
"Eventually?" She said before drinking the half that was left.
"Wow." Bret muttered. "I haven't seen anybody drink that fast since........ Where are your parents?"
"Mom's dead. Don't know about my dad. I'll get more beer." She stood up and walked over to the bar.
"Last time she said her dad travelled a lot. I think he must have been in the army or something." Jericho told him. Bret ignored him and kept watching her.
"Hi." Nituna heard someone say. She turned to look at the guy standing behind her.
"What?" She snapped.
"You want a beer?"
"Would I be here if I didn't?"
"Let me buy you one."
"No thanks."
"Well let's go somewhere else."
"Why don't you go somewhere else and I'll stay here?"
"Look-" He said before she punched him. "Are you insane?"
"No, I just have to wonder if your big mouth is a stupid attempt to make up for something else, but even if it's not, you don't look like you'd be that much fun anyway." She said picking up the beer and walking back to the table.
"What was that about?" Jericho asked.
"He's a guy. He loves him. I hate him." Nituna said sitting down.
"I think you broke his nose." Bret commented.
"Me too." She said smirking.
"Well she's..........interesting." Bret Hart said as they left the bar.
"I know. There's something about her......"
"What do you think happened between her mom and dad?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well either her mom hated him or she didn't know him that well. Either way it's likely to be because of the same thing."
"What's that?"
"He already had a family."
"Why-"
"I saw the was she was drinking that beer. She had twice as much as us but she's still sober how is that possible?"
"Well-"
"And the way she handled that guy. It was like she was in there waiting for a fight."