Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 25, 2009 21:57:01 GMT -5
Donovan walks into the locker room he shares with Calypso, whistling as he walks. Calypso gives him a surprised stare.
Calypso: You're in an awfully good mood.
Donovan shrugs his shoulders.
Hastings: Why shouldn't I be?
Calypso blinks several times.
Calypso: Maybe because you got pinned in record time?
Hastings: Oh, that?
Donovan laughs.
Hastings: I'll let you in on a little secret. I sneezed. Nobody noticed it, but I did. Allergies. It's that time of year, you know. Anywho, Savana leaned in to tell me God bless you, and you've got to be discrete about that, can't let the fans see it an all. In any case, we tripped over each other, and I couldn't do anything about it, because I had another sneeze coming.
As Donovan speaks, Calypso's mouth continues to fall further and further open. As he finishes, her mouth closes and she gets a concerned look on her face.
Calypso: Did you hit your head?
Hastings: Could you do me a favor?
Calypso: No.
Hastings: Can you run down to CVS and get me some Claritin before my match with Austin? We don't want a repeat performance.
Calypso: Of what, the two times you've already lost to Austin?
Hastings: Hey, the third time is the charm. Fate has got to swing my way eventually, doesn't it? It's simply...ACHOO.
Calypso bites her lip, and then sighes and picks up her purse.
Calypso: I should get you Benadryl.
Hastings: No, that puts me to sleep.
Calypso: I know.
Calypso walks out. Hastings breathes a sigh of relief and sits down on the bench, and then lays back on it, his head in his hands.
Calypso: You're in an awfully good mood.
Donovan shrugs his shoulders.
Hastings: Why shouldn't I be?
Calypso blinks several times.
Calypso: Maybe because you got pinned in record time?
Hastings: Oh, that?
Donovan laughs.
Hastings: I'll let you in on a little secret. I sneezed. Nobody noticed it, but I did. Allergies. It's that time of year, you know. Anywho, Savana leaned in to tell me God bless you, and you've got to be discrete about that, can't let the fans see it an all. In any case, we tripped over each other, and I couldn't do anything about it, because I had another sneeze coming.
As Donovan speaks, Calypso's mouth continues to fall further and further open. As he finishes, her mouth closes and she gets a concerned look on her face.
Calypso: Did you hit your head?
Hastings: Could you do me a favor?
Calypso: No.
Hastings: Can you run down to CVS and get me some Claritin before my match with Austin? We don't want a repeat performance.
Calypso: Of what, the two times you've already lost to Austin?
Hastings: Hey, the third time is the charm. Fate has got to swing my way eventually, doesn't it? It's simply...ACHOO.
Calypso bites her lip, and then sighes and picks up her purse.
Calypso: I should get you Benadryl.
Hastings: No, that puts me to sleep.
Calypso: I know.
Calypso walks out. Hastings breathes a sigh of relief and sits down on the bench, and then lays back on it, his head in his hands.
