Disclaimers- Same story as chapter 3
Author's note- The first few chapters are the meeting from both points of view, so some of it is repeated, but its from a different character's POV. Then time skips a bit. It's confusing but I'm not a great writer, so bare with me!
--- Chapter Four ---
Tasha wandered down the stairs and headed for the bar. She was dying for a drink.
"Can I get..." she scanned the selections, "umm.... just a lemon lime Bacardi thanks," the bar tender nodded and reached for her drink.
"You can put that on my tab thanks man," a figure appeared beside her. She turned to see the guy from before. She smiled lazily.
"What makes you think I can't pay for myself?" she drawled, watching his reaction. Usually, guys had backed off by now, but this one kept pushing.
"You're Tasha Dale, right? The singer? Well, I thought you looked pretty hot up there and was......
"Hot?" she interrupted, eyeing an unattended drink beside her, "Well, I'd have to say you're lookin' pretty hot yourself!" she picked up the drink and threw it all over the guy. But to her surprise, he just laughed it off.
By now, the man's friends had come to his aid. "Feisty are we? I like a girl with attitude," Tasha glared at him as he placed an arm over her shoulder. She stepped away angrily.
"Don't you get it? I'm not interested!" by now she was yelling. This guy was just not getting the picture, she thought to herself. He put his hands up defensively.
"Ok, ok, I was just trying to be nice. My name's Randy, Randy Orton. You know, Intercontinental Champion, hardcore legend?" Tasha looked puzzled.
"Inter-what? Hardcore who? What are you talking about? I don't know what you've been smoking buddy, but that gibberish ain't making any sense." He took another step towards her, and without thinking she swung and punched him square in the nose. He stumbled back as blood poured everywhere. Some of the people behind him laughed, but she heard a distinct voice through the fray.
"You, in my office, NOW!" her boss appeared through the crowd.
"Uh oh!" she muttered
*Boss's office*
"Hitting a patron? What were you thinking? You turn up late, now this. You may have talent, but you're work ethic isn't up to standard. You're FIRED!" Tasha looked up into the furious face of her boss. I am not gonna cry, she willed herself, please don't cry. She stood and slumped out of the office.
She trudged back to her dressing room to collect her things. As she was
heading out, she bumped into a tall, leggy blonde.
Author's note- The first few chapters are the meeting from both points of view, so some of it is repeated, but its from a different character's POV. Then time skips a bit. It's confusing but I'm not a great writer, so bare with me!
--- Chapter Four ---
Tasha wandered down the stairs and headed for the bar. She was dying for a drink.
"Can I get..." she scanned the selections, "umm.... just a lemon lime Bacardi thanks," the bar tender nodded and reached for her drink.
"You can put that on my tab thanks man," a figure appeared beside her. She turned to see the guy from before. She smiled lazily.
"What makes you think I can't pay for myself?" she drawled, watching his reaction. Usually, guys had backed off by now, but this one kept pushing.
"You're Tasha Dale, right? The singer? Well, I thought you looked pretty hot up there and was......
"Hot?" she interrupted, eyeing an unattended drink beside her, "Well, I'd have to say you're lookin' pretty hot yourself!" she picked up the drink and threw it all over the guy. But to her surprise, he just laughed it off.
By now, the man's friends had come to his aid. "Feisty are we? I like a girl with attitude," Tasha glared at him as he placed an arm over her shoulder. She stepped away angrily.
"Don't you get it? I'm not interested!" by now she was yelling. This guy was just not getting the picture, she thought to herself. He put his hands up defensively.
"Ok, ok, I was just trying to be nice. My name's Randy, Randy Orton. You know, Intercontinental Champion, hardcore legend?" Tasha looked puzzled.
"Inter-what? Hardcore who? What are you talking about? I don't know what you've been smoking buddy, but that gibberish ain't making any sense." He took another step towards her, and without thinking she swung and punched him square in the nose. He stumbled back as blood poured everywhere. Some of the people behind him laughed, but she heard a distinct voice through the fray.
"You, in my office, NOW!" her boss appeared through the crowd.
"Uh oh!" she muttered
*Boss's office*
"Hitting a patron? What were you thinking? You turn up late, now this. You may have talent, but you're work ethic isn't up to standard. You're FIRED!" Tasha looked up into the furious face of her boss. I am not gonna cry, she willed herself, please don't cry. She stood and slumped out of the office.
She trudged back to her dressing room to collect her things. As she was
heading out, she bumped into a tall, leggy blonde.