***Disclaimer: I do not own any of the wrestlers mentioned in this story. I only own Analisa, Michael, Karol, and SarahAnn.***
"I hope you know I am not paying for all of this," said Analisa.
"Don't worry," said Trisa swiping a credit card. "Tommy has missed a few special occasions."
"Yeah. But racking up a few hundred dollars worth of clothes isn't gonna be a good enough justification when he get the bill," said Analisa.
"Lingerie!" said Daffney.
"What!?" said Analisa.
"You're going for the sexy demented, tortured soul, right. You need lingerie to go with it," said Daffney dragging Analisa towards the store.
They spent the next hour and a half picking out and forcing Analisa into different outfits and bras.
By the end of the shopping spree they had spent a grand total of $700.
"Tommy is going to kill you," laughed Analisa.
"Naw, I can turn on the sex appeal and he'll be putty in my hands," laughed Trisa.
"I'm hungry," said Tara "Let's go to the food court.
They all split and got different things to eat. While they were sitting Tara started asking questions.
"So, what was the thing Mona apologized for?" asked Tara.
"Nothing," said Analisa stabbing her salad.
"Please," said Tara. "Can I help?"
"No. It's done and gone," said Analisa.
"If it is 'done and gone' then tell me," said Tara.
"I don't want to talk about it!" said Analisa slamming her fist on the table. "I'm gonna go…somewhere."
Analisa stood up and walked off. Tara just looked at her food.
"I didn't know it would…" started Tara.
"She is still dealing with it," said Kimona.
Analisa walked around the mall some more before she headed back to the car. Everyone was already there waiting for her. The ride home was a silent one.