Post by J on Jun 25, 2021 12:09:19 GMT -5
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“THE MORNING AFTER”
June 13th 2021
Post Solstice
Gaston Gillet felt horrible, he wasn’t sure if the world would stop spinning if he closed his eyes or if he tried to keep them open, cold clammy sweat had the sheets clung around him and he had trouble breathing, moving his head let alone moving a limb. His throat felt like it was scraped with sandpaper from the inside, his voice more of a hoarse cruning than speech.
GASTON
Ari...mon cher, where are you? Where am I?
Arianna, as it happened was right next to him. Not that he could see that, with being unable to move his head.
ARIANNA
Sweetie, I am right here. Are you doing okay? You got it pretty bad last night. We’re still in Reno, at the hotel.
He gulps, holding in what he hoped was just being nauseous
GASTON
Mon dieu, how much did we drink last thing, I feel like I’m dying.
ARIANNA
We didn’t drink..well you didn’t I had a few to calm my nerves but I never get inebriated, you know because I'm a lady.
She leans over to stroke what she assumed was his head.
ARIANNA
Can you eat something?
GASTON
GAAAAH..
ARIANNA
A drink?
GASTON
ARRGGH
ARIANNA
I meant water, silly, here let me help you sit up.
With relative ease she prods the big frenchman against the headrest of the bed. Getting up herself heading for the bathroom to get her man a glass of water.
ARIANNA
Honeybuns, I’ll level with you..you got destroyed last night and not in a bar, in the ring. That Terrordome match, you know the ten people hullabaloo for the championship..you got spiked, head first to steel, you’ve lost a lot of blood, been battered more than prime meat, I gotta be honest with you darling, it is not a pretty sight.
She comes back and watches the big man twitch.
ARIANNA
Gaston, are you, crying?
GASTON
I’m..I’m trying, but it really hurtttts..
She places the glass of water on the bedside table cradling his head to her chest shushing him up.
ARIANNA
It’s all going to be okay babe, I’m here. We’ll get you prim and proper in no time.
He sniffles looking up to her.
GASTON
Did I.. Did I win Ari?
She stroked his cheek.
ARIANNA
Oh baby no..you didn’t
GASTON
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~
She tries to comfort him.
ARIANNA
Look, just because you got eliminated first doesn’t mean that you fucked it up I mean LEGION and JC the two finalists they got taken out with ambulances, who knows when or if they’ll wake up and..
He stops his sobbing.
GASTON
Wait..did you say I was out first?
ARIANNA
Yeah, but you put up one hell of a fight honey.
GASTON
MERDE, I’M A DISGRACE TO MY NAME GAAAAAAH~
ARIANNA
Don’t be silly. You’re the most successful Gillet to ever lace up a pair of boots. Primarily because your sister’s a walking calamity, but....
Speaking of the devil, the door to the hotel room burst open and in ran Christelle Gillet (for it is she) and almost as if to prove Arianna’s point, she trips and falls in a heap on top of her brother.
GASTON
GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
CHRISTELLE
Mon dieu...
She scrambles off, her flailing hands hurting Gaston a few more times before she dusts herself down.
CHRISTELLE
Hey Ari. I thought I’d pop in, help mon petit frere feel better, you know.
ARIANNA
Well you’ve done a stellar job so far!
Completely oblivious to this slight Christelle looks at her brother gasping
CHRISTELLE
Sacre Bleu, Gaston, you look terrible! Are you alright?!
GASTON
NO!
ARIANNA
Sweetie just because your sister is a ditzy bitch does not give you any right to snap at her.
He hangs his head in shame.
GASTON
I’m sorry Stelle..
CHRISTELLE
It’s okay, it’s probably all the drugs they got you pumped up with..
GASTON
DRUGS?!?
He looks at Ari in panic.
GASTON
DID YOU PUMP ME FULL OF DRUGS?! WHAT HAPPENS IF THEY TEST ME!? PEOPLE WILL THINK I’M SOME PILL POPPIN’ EMOTIONAL WRECK OF A JUNKIE, THAT’S NOT AMERICAN AT ALL!!
Miss Manning wanted to slap him, but in her mercy she figured the poor buffon had suffered enough facial violence from his sister already so she takes a breath talking to him slowly as a scolding schoolteacher would to an unruly child.
ARIANNA
Of course I did not pump you full of drugs, you are strong as a bull, you don’t need no punk ass pills, that magnificent mountain of muscles you just refer to as a body will heal it self up you’ll be back in the ring before you can say...hmmm..
She ponders for a bit
ARIANNA
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis!
GASTON
..Huh?!
ARIANNA
Exactly.
Christelle looked confused. Not that this was anything new.
CHRISTELLE
You are good to my brother, Ari. Nothing good comes out of drugs. I had a coke bender in Nancy once and ended up in a field in my underwear with some sheep.
ARIANNA
...Wait, what?
CHRISTELLE
Uh... so you think he’s gonna be okay? I just got off the UPRISING app, and Gaston’s got a big contenders match on the next show. I need him to be well and fit, so he can win me some money!
ARIANNA
You ever considered betting on his opponents?
GASTON
HEY!!! OW!!!
ARIANNA
I’m just saying, your sister’s so unlucky, it might work to our advantage!
CHRISTELLE
Of course not, switching your betting system is a bad omen, I gotta win back some of my losses so i keep betting more and more money on his matches, doubling the bet every time. That’s a certified system to win in gambling when he wins big it will square all my debts and Jacques will stop asking me nudy pictures for “interest” fucking slimeball.
GASTON
Wait, WHAT?!
ARIANNA
Hush up darling, the women are talking. Christelle, sweetheart. You are a moron, and if you weren’t my lovely boyfriends sister I would never stop gloating about just how stupid but. Have you thought about..not gambling excessively over something so unsure as professional wrestling results or gambling at all?
CHRISTELLE
Of course not, it’s bad luck!
ARIANNA
Heavens to Betsy we couldn’t have you fall into any of that now would we? We’ll he’s going to be just fine, right honeybuns?
She nudges Gaston who winces in pain.
GASTON
Yeah, feeling like a winner already.
CHRISTELLE
Whew, that’s a relief because I don’t think illegal bookmakers actually return bets, look why don’t I go out and bring us all back some food.
ARIANNA
Gods no!
CHRISTELLE
Pardon?
ARIANNA
I said I’ll go..you two siblings catch up while I’m gone..alright?
She gets up and Christelle sits next to Gaston, Arianna trots her way to the door biting her tongue.
CHRISTELLE
See, this one here is your next opponent Azurine Vebbins, she seems nice doesn’t she?
GASTON
Oh yeah, I’m sure we’ll be great together in the match.
At the door Arianna turns.
ARIANNA
Hey Chirstelle.
CHRISTELLE
Oui?
ARIANNA
I’m sorry, you are not a moron.
CHRISTELLE
Aww thank you Ari, you are not a moron either.
Miss Manning lets out a polite chuckle, walks out and slams the door shut grumbling.
ARIANNA
..you are a hybrid, half idiot, half moron..
With grumbles she stomps her way deciding to be the single most difficult customer in the history of the establishment she will end up getting food for.