Post by sam on Sept 21, 2013 17:42:43 GMT -6
Long Island City, Queens.
Pon di River.
This is one of New York's best easter eggs in that its one of the state's hidden treasures. Not so hidden for Jeanie and Sam; the establishment is owned by a mutual friend of theirs. The restaurant-cum-dance hall served the best in West Indian Cuisine, and had the best in Soca, Dancehall and Reggae music--that is if you weren't too full to dance.
Both were dressed accordingly for the occasion. Jeanie had changed into a black, DKNY mini-dress, and black high-heeled Prada shoes with red heels that matched her thin red belt. Sam wore an indigo, button-down Louis Vutton shirt, black Perry Ellis Jacket and black Perry Ellis slacks.
Jeanie's curves were in full effect; Sam did his best to focus solely on her eyes.
When they sat down, they just stared at each other for a few minutes. Their waiter arrived before either could speak to the other.
"Can I get you anything to start?" The waiter smiled.
"Water for me." Jeanie ordered.
"Me too." Saml nodded.
"Okay, I'll be back." The waiter quickly left.
They went back to their staring game, letting their years of history, both said and unsaid settle in. The problem with both of them is neither know which version of the other has shown up. Are they friends with benefits? Are they two best friends who grew up with each other, or are they simply agent and client?
Jeanie spoke up first.
"How are you feeling?" She served the first conversational volley.
"Better than yesterday, if that's what you mean." Sam shrugged his shoulders. "You look...stunning."
"Thank You. You look cute yourself." She chuckled before another period of silence settled in. "C'mon we've known each other since we were kids; does it really have to be this awkward between us?"
"Yeah it does, because there's a lot we haven't said to each other." Sam surmised. He had his moments where Master Inoue's insight rubbed off on him.
"Deep." She leaned in closer. "So what do you want to say to me, Sam?"
He leaned in closer. "What do you wanna ask me, Jeanie?"
Stalemate.
"We have time to sort out our...things. Professionally speaking, I think you and I should join forces again." Jeanie sat back in her chair and crossed her legs.
"Work together again?" Sam's interest was piqued. "Me and you?"
"Yes." She nodded. "Me and you."
"We can barely keep tabs on our personal relationship. How are we supposed to work together?" Sam's eyes stayed on her even as their waiter brought them their water.
"Last I knew, nothing got between you and making money."
"That was low, Liz." Sam watched her glass fill up.
"I call it as I see it." Jeanie smiled.
"Okay, well assuming we do work together, when we're knee deep in our venture can I count on you to stay, or will you ditch me just to hop on to the next closest opportunity?" Sam shot, the gloves were off as far as he was concerned.
"You never let me explain." Jeanie began.
"You were with Ron. After everything we--There was....nothing to explain." Sam stated matter-of-factly.
"Every time you looked at me; I felt guilty, Sam." She said.
"Every time I tried to get close, you pushed me away, Jeanie." Sam answered.
Stalemate.
Jeanie looked on at Sam. He typically played his cards close to his vest, so this level of vulnerability was new to her. He looked away from her, trying to erect the normal walls that surrounded his heart.
"You....were trying?" Jeanie was nearly speechless.
"Change the subject, Jeanie. Let's talk business." Sam demanded.
"I--I didn't know, Sam. I--I just thought that..."
"Change. The. Subject." Sam's eyes narrowed. "Or I walk."
"Do you really want to walk away from me again, Sam?" Her eyes honed in on his. "Can you--"
She was cut off by their waiter bringing their entrees of smothered lamb on rice with fresh, asparagus stems. Sam and Jeanie returned quizzical looks at each other.
"We didn't order this." Sam spoke up.
"The owner of the establishment has sent you our best dish on the house." Their waiter recited. "Will there be anything else?"
"2 Glasses of Merlot, please?" Sam looked into Jeanie's eyes. "Northstar of Washington, 2006 if you have it."
"Excellent choice and I will be back with your glasses in a minute." The waiter smiled.
"Avery..." They said together, with a chuckle.
Jeanie pulled out her iPad. "It's called Exodus Pro Wrestling, Sam. The competition is awesome here."
"Pro wrestling, eh?" Sam asked. "Last time I tried this, it didn't go so well."
"You were also 21 years old and misunderstood. Politics were against you because your Vale Tudo background threatened a lot of people" She took a sip of her water. Their waiter put glasses of Merlot next to them. "Those elements aren't here in Exodus Pro. Time for you announce your arrival to the world."
"And you..." Sam took a bite of his food.
"...will be your agent. I'll negotiate matches for you; negotiate contracts, purses." Jeanie's eyes grew big, they did that whenever she got excited. "I'll handle the business end for you. All you gotta do is show them you're the best fighter in the world."
There was a lot more to Sam's apprehension. Most of which had to deal with he and Jeanie. It sounded good, but he wanted to push further.
"Eat sweetheart." He said softly.
"Yes...papi." She joked playfully. Her eyes rolled up into her head after she took a bite. "This is soooooo good."
"Can I ask you a question: why wrestling? Why not any of these alphabet soup, MMA promotions out there?" Sam sat back and ate some more of his food.
"Because if they were an option, you'd be there already." She took another mouthful of food. "Besides, MMA has waaay too many rules these days. Can't use elbows in this fed, can't kick on the ground in this fed, can't headbutt, can't knee on the ground. Can't, can't can't."
Jeanie was too absorbed in her dish to notice Sam's slight grin.
"You're a Vale Tudo fighter; that means 'anything goes'. MMA these days is all about what you can't do. Exodus Pro, doesn't have those limitations." Jeanie took a sip of her wine. She let out another satisfied exhale. "You need to be unleashed, Sam. Really show the strength of the style Master Inoue taught us."
Sam put his fork down, Jeanie was now rubbed his hand.
"You want to preserve his memory? This is how you do it."
He moved his index finger to rub her hand. Years ago, it was easier for him to let her in, but he's been through too much, seen too much--done too much. Living up to his memory was an honor Sam felt he didn't deserve.
"This is international, right?" He looked at her as she nodded. "I've done things, Jeanie. Things I ain't proud of. I'm just sayin' it could get messy, but I won't let nothin' happen to you."
"Please. As many times as I kicked your ass growin' up? I fight the exact same way you fight, I can take care of myself." She grabbed ahold of his hand again with a smile. With her other hand, Jeanie slid Sam her iPad along with a stylus. "Sign here, please."
They stared at each again. It was a way for both of them to start over. He smiled as he signed the e-contract prepared on her iPad.
"MMA vs Pro Wrestling, eh?" He nodded his head. "You argued my point of view to me; how did you get inside my head like that."
"I'm a woman of many talents, Sam." She boasted. "Besides, I had to keep up after you ordered me my favorite Merlot. Didn't think you remembered that."
They toasted their wine glasses together.
"Welcome to Exodus Pro Wrestling, papi." She cooed sweetly. Her eyes then shot towards the dance floor. "Avery's crazy. You hear that, right?
"Yeah, our song's on." He smiled a mischievous grin. "Let's see if remember how to throw all that back on me."
Leading her by the hand, Sam walked a smiling Jeanie to the dance floor. "Rompin' Shop" was halfway through its intro. As they began dancing, it was clear that Jeanie had in fact, remembered how to throw all that on Sam. Sam was in tune to the rhythm with which her body moved, as he flowed in kind. Using their past as a springboard, they forged a new beginning, a new future.
Together.
Sam and Jeanie: Friends. Lovers.
...And everything else in between.
The End.
Pon di River.
This is one of New York's best easter eggs in that its one of the state's hidden treasures. Not so hidden for Jeanie and Sam; the establishment is owned by a mutual friend of theirs. The restaurant-cum-dance hall served the best in West Indian Cuisine, and had the best in Soca, Dancehall and Reggae music--that is if you weren't too full to dance.
Both were dressed accordingly for the occasion. Jeanie had changed into a black, DKNY mini-dress, and black high-heeled Prada shoes with red heels that matched her thin red belt. Sam wore an indigo, button-down Louis Vutton shirt, black Perry Ellis Jacket and black Perry Ellis slacks.
Jeanie's curves were in full effect; Sam did his best to focus solely on her eyes.
When they sat down, they just stared at each other for a few minutes. Their waiter arrived before either could speak to the other.
"Can I get you anything to start?" The waiter smiled.
"Water for me." Jeanie ordered.
"Me too." Saml nodded.
"Okay, I'll be back." The waiter quickly left.
They went back to their staring game, letting their years of history, both said and unsaid settle in. The problem with both of them is neither know which version of the other has shown up. Are they friends with benefits? Are they two best friends who grew up with each other, or are they simply agent and client?
Jeanie spoke up first.
"How are you feeling?" She served the first conversational volley.
"Better than yesterday, if that's what you mean." Sam shrugged his shoulders. "You look...stunning."
"Thank You. You look cute yourself." She chuckled before another period of silence settled in. "C'mon we've known each other since we were kids; does it really have to be this awkward between us?"
"Yeah it does, because there's a lot we haven't said to each other." Sam surmised. He had his moments where Master Inoue's insight rubbed off on him.
"Deep." She leaned in closer. "So what do you want to say to me, Sam?"
He leaned in closer. "What do you wanna ask me, Jeanie?"
Stalemate.
"We have time to sort out our...things. Professionally speaking, I think you and I should join forces again." Jeanie sat back in her chair and crossed her legs.
"Work together again?" Sam's interest was piqued. "Me and you?"
"Yes." She nodded. "Me and you."
"We can barely keep tabs on our personal relationship. How are we supposed to work together?" Sam's eyes stayed on her even as their waiter brought them their water.
"Last I knew, nothing got between you and making money."
"That was low, Liz." Sam watched her glass fill up.
"I call it as I see it." Jeanie smiled.
"Okay, well assuming we do work together, when we're knee deep in our venture can I count on you to stay, or will you ditch me just to hop on to the next closest opportunity?" Sam shot, the gloves were off as far as he was concerned.
"You never let me explain." Jeanie began.
"You were with Ron. After everything we--There was....nothing to explain." Sam stated matter-of-factly.
"Every time you looked at me; I felt guilty, Sam." She said.
"Every time I tried to get close, you pushed me away, Jeanie." Sam answered.
Stalemate.
Jeanie looked on at Sam. He typically played his cards close to his vest, so this level of vulnerability was new to her. He looked away from her, trying to erect the normal walls that surrounded his heart.
"You....were trying?" Jeanie was nearly speechless.
"Change the subject, Jeanie. Let's talk business." Sam demanded.
"I--I didn't know, Sam. I--I just thought that..."
"Change. The. Subject." Sam's eyes narrowed. "Or I walk."
"Do you really want to walk away from me again, Sam?" Her eyes honed in on his. "Can you--"
She was cut off by their waiter bringing their entrees of smothered lamb on rice with fresh, asparagus stems. Sam and Jeanie returned quizzical looks at each other.
"We didn't order this." Sam spoke up.
"The owner of the establishment has sent you our best dish on the house." Their waiter recited. "Will there be anything else?"
"2 Glasses of Merlot, please?" Sam looked into Jeanie's eyes. "Northstar of Washington, 2006 if you have it."
"Excellent choice and I will be back with your glasses in a minute." The waiter smiled.
"Avery..." They said together, with a chuckle.
Jeanie pulled out her iPad. "It's called Exodus Pro Wrestling, Sam. The competition is awesome here."
"Pro wrestling, eh?" Sam asked. "Last time I tried this, it didn't go so well."
"You were also 21 years old and misunderstood. Politics were against you because your Vale Tudo background threatened a lot of people" She took a sip of her water. Their waiter put glasses of Merlot next to them. "Those elements aren't here in Exodus Pro. Time for you announce your arrival to the world."
"And you..." Sam took a bite of his food.
"...will be your agent. I'll negotiate matches for you; negotiate contracts, purses." Jeanie's eyes grew big, they did that whenever she got excited. "I'll handle the business end for you. All you gotta do is show them you're the best fighter in the world."
There was a lot more to Sam's apprehension. Most of which had to deal with he and Jeanie. It sounded good, but he wanted to push further.
"Eat sweetheart." He said softly.
"Yes...papi." She joked playfully. Her eyes rolled up into her head after she took a bite. "This is soooooo good."
"Can I ask you a question: why wrestling? Why not any of these alphabet soup, MMA promotions out there?" Sam sat back and ate some more of his food.
"Because if they were an option, you'd be there already." She took another mouthful of food. "Besides, MMA has waaay too many rules these days. Can't use elbows in this fed, can't kick on the ground in this fed, can't headbutt, can't knee on the ground. Can't, can't can't."
Jeanie was too absorbed in her dish to notice Sam's slight grin.
"You're a Vale Tudo fighter; that means 'anything goes'. MMA these days is all about what you can't do. Exodus Pro, doesn't have those limitations." Jeanie took a sip of her wine. She let out another satisfied exhale. "You need to be unleashed, Sam. Really show the strength of the style Master Inoue taught us."
Sam put his fork down, Jeanie was now rubbed his hand.
"You want to preserve his memory? This is how you do it."
He moved his index finger to rub her hand. Years ago, it was easier for him to let her in, but he's been through too much, seen too much--done too much. Living up to his memory was an honor Sam felt he didn't deserve.
"This is international, right?" He looked at her as she nodded. "I've done things, Jeanie. Things I ain't proud of. I'm just sayin' it could get messy, but I won't let nothin' happen to you."
"Please. As many times as I kicked your ass growin' up? I fight the exact same way you fight, I can take care of myself." She grabbed ahold of his hand again with a smile. With her other hand, Jeanie slid Sam her iPad along with a stylus. "Sign here, please."
They stared at each again. It was a way for both of them to start over. He smiled as he signed the e-contract prepared on her iPad.
"MMA vs Pro Wrestling, eh?" He nodded his head. "You argued my point of view to me; how did you get inside my head like that."
"I'm a woman of many talents, Sam." She boasted. "Besides, I had to keep up after you ordered me my favorite Merlot. Didn't think you remembered that."
They toasted their wine glasses together.
"Welcome to Exodus Pro Wrestling, papi." She cooed sweetly. Her eyes then shot towards the dance floor. "Avery's crazy. You hear that, right?
"Yeah, our song's on." He smiled a mischievous grin. "Let's see if remember how to throw all that back on me."
Leading her by the hand, Sam walked a smiling Jeanie to the dance floor. "Rompin' Shop" was halfway through its intro. As they began dancing, it was clear that Jeanie had in fact, remembered how to throw all that on Sam. Sam was in tune to the rhythm with which her body moved, as he flowed in kind. Using their past as a springboard, they forged a new beginning, a new future.
Together.
Sam and Jeanie: Friends. Lovers.
...And everything else in between.
The End.