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Date Posted：07/24/2016 15:40 PMCopy HTML
March 2nd, 2016
Hawaii
The general feeling of Hawaii was incredible. Everyone was so happy. It was like the atmosphere was just of pure joy. Even the people working there seemed happy, in most cases. The same went for Psyche Devyne. Her whole spur of the moment trip had gone amazingly. The plan was to get away. She was done with Boardwalk and everything else in her life for the moment. She needed the break. She needed to get away. Her time with Cyrus and Ryker was awesome, but she still felt like she needed more time when they were ready to go. So she stayed.
And then things got a little… interesting.
Jason Cashe showed up in Hawaii. What was said to be a “gift” from Darryl Wallace. While the gesture was nice, the whole thing turned a bit awkward. Mostly on the side of Darryl thinking it would totally not be creepy to send him there. But the awkwardness quickly dissipated. It wasn’t as if the two hadn’t met before. The whole thing was rather hush-hush at the start. Keeping it quiet that they weren’t hanging out together. Though, honestly, they weren’t very good at hiding things. People knew quickly that they were seeing each other. Oh well. So be it.
The moment Jason realized he was in Hawaii he was confused. His plan was to go to Cuba or something, but Darryl’s whole plan set things off course for him. But he was quick to figure out what to do next. It ended up that he was, in fact, staying in the same hotel as Psyche. They quickly met up for some drinks at one of the bars on the beach and basically just hung out from that moment.
This night in particular, Psyche and Jason had found a small bonfire to go check out. And by small, I mean there were quite a few people there. A small party, you’d say. Some people sat around the fire, talking, while others danced around and stood talking with friends. Psyche and Jason approached the fire, finding a spot a bit away from some of the others. It was like everyone had their own small groups of friends. Almost nobody knew each other, other than who they had come with. Psyche lay down a towel for the two to sit on. Psyche sat first, Jason following suit. Psyche put her legs out in front of her, crossing her legs at the ankle. Her hands went behind her, holding herself up. Jason brought his knees up towards his chest, crossing his legs at the ankles as well, and wrapping his arms loosely around his legs to keep himself steady.
Psyche: “So what do you think of Hawaii so far, love?”
Jason: “Better now... Got this view, tsk... And the ocean is nice too!”
Psyche laughed quietly, turning her head to him.
Psyche: “Are you talking about the view of the lads across from us, love?”
She smirked at him.
Jason: “Ohhh you got jokes huh? Alright… bout to be some bug swatting out here...”
She opened her mouth, feigning shock.
Psyche: “How DARE you. That’s just rude, Jason.”
Now he had a smile on his face. Nudging into her with his shoulder to show he was playing.
Jason: “I kind of like bugs though so it’s cool...”
Psyche: “Oh yeah? Do you? What’s your favorite kind, then?”
Jason: “Oh no doubt the Mantis type... But I’ma call you a Lady Bug from now on.”
She reached a hand up, smacking his arm when he said ’Mantis’.
Psyche: “You’re a prat… But I could live with Lady Bug…”
Jason: “It’s cute right? Kind of fits 'cause you kind of cute!”
She laughed at his words.
Psyche: “Trying to pay compliments, hm? Silly.”
She sat up straight, curling her legs under her body. She put an elbow on her knee, leaning on her hand while she still looked at him. Most would say the guy had nothing to give looks wise, but Psyche was seeing something in him. It was weird to her, in a way, but she was kind of rolling with it. There were things he would do, facing he would make that she found interesting. They drew her in. And the guy was funny. That always pulled her in further. She kept her eyes on his face as the fire created a reddish light on his face. Her mind quickly moved to being unsure of what she was doing right at this moment. Why was she here with him? She turned her head to the fire, staring at it as she opened her mouth to speak again.
Psyche: “Why’d you come here?”
Jason: “The bonfire? I like fires?”
He had suspicion that she wasn’t referring to the Bonfire. Why did he stay in Hawaii when he didn’t have to and wasn’t coming here by “choice”?
Jason: “Nah… you mean Hawaii?”
Shrugging, it wasn’t really as detailed of an explanation. Nothing with Jason was ever far from random. This had more to it than random but he wasn’t quick to let on to that.
Jason: “I figured why not? They got weed here, grass skirts!? Beaches are on point too? Easier to just stick around… plus… Bonfire! Duh!”
Psyche: “Yeah… Makes sense.”
She kept her focus on the fire, head still swirling with questions.
Psyche: “And what about with me? You don’t have to be around me… I guess my question is… what makes you want to stay around me?”
Jason: “Well you still haven’t given me my Lucky Beanie back…”
Playing into her investigation questioning, he wasn’t going to go at it straightforward. This was like “the chase” and it was part of the fun. She rolled her eyes, but smiled, turning her head back to him for a moment.
Psyche: “You can’t have that back until the show. Got to play up that whole thing, or whatever, for the show. Wasn’t that the plan? Get people guessing?”
Jason: “A few tweets and it’s becoming pretty obvious but yeah. I like role-playing… Heh.”
She smiled at him.
Psyche: “It’s been fun, yeah. If it’s obvious, so be it. There’s nothing to really be obvious about, though. More just us actually hanging out, I guess?”
Jason: “Yuup! First time I remember meeting you in person… This is like a blind date or something.”
Psyche: “In a way, yes. You weren’t even there when I stole your beanie.”
She giggled quietly to herself. Jason could hear the accent even in her “giggle” and he was quickly becoming a fan. Letting his tongue roll across his bottom lip, he wanted to hear the accent spoken again.
Jason: “Say something, anything…”
She looked at him, a confused smile on her face.
Psyche: “What? Like what? What do you mean?”
Jason: “Like Love or Cunt? Like something to highlight the accent... I like it… In fact…”
Lying back, he folds his hands behind his head and lets his eyes close as if about to take a nap.
Jason: “Tell me a story...”
She turned her body so she was facing his. She watched him for a moment, not saying a word. She was taking in the situation. What could she tell him? She shrugged to herself and started to speak.
Psyche: “Alright, love. You want a story? Let me see…”
She paused for a moment.
Psyche: “When I was younger, my dad told me about the ‘man who lived in the attic’.”
Her fingers made air quotes, even if he wasn’t looking.
Psyche: “My dad raised me kind of in a weird way, yeah? We did street performing and it was a normal thing for me as a child. Things that would scare a regular child were interesting to me, because that’s how my parents raised me, right? So he told me about the man. He told me how there was this man in our attic that would walk around at night. He was the reason you’d hear creaking in the floorboards or any other weird noises at night. I knew, though, that it wasn’t true. Our house was old. Very old. So I always chalked it up to that. But he was dead set on this idea being true. So I played along like I believed him. Even at 8 years old, I was too smart for my own good.”
She laughed quietly.
Psyche: “Anyways… He told a whole bunch of other things about the man. Told me he’d even seen the man and that he was very frightening. He’d always end his stories about the man in the attic by standing up and kind of pacing in the room. And then he’d stare out the window for a few moments, saying he could hear him scratching the walls outside of my bedroom. And move closer and closer to me. And at the end, he’d try and scare me, by telling me he saw the man at the end of my bed. I had been looking at him the whole time, so when I’d turn my head to look, he’d run over and scare me.”
She smiled for a moment, thinking of her father. She fought emotions as she continued to speak.
Psyche: “And we would laugh and laugh. Those are some of my fondest memories as a child.”
She looked down at her legs, her hands playing with the fabric on the dress she wore.
Psyche: “So a few years later, when some of those memories had been forgotten for a time, I went into the attic. For whatever reason, I never had to go up there. But this one time, my dad asked me to go up there. Years before, he would always joke about me staying clear of the attic door. And to watch out for the man in the attic. But he had forgotten too. He asked me to go up and look for something. I don’t even remember what it was after all these years. But I went up, brain not even thinking of the stories he told. But the further up the narrow steps I got, the more uneasy I felt. Not scared, but wary, in a way. Like I knew there was off about the attic. But I shrugged it off and went up anyways.”
She paused, thinking for a moment.
Psyche: “Finding what my father wanted was easy. I had to look for it further back in the attic, but it only took a few minutes. But as I turned back, staring down at… whatever it was I had, I felt like I hit something. A wall of some kind. But nothing was in front of me, I knew. So my head slowly turned up, clenching the thing in my hands…”
Another pause.
Psyche: “And I saw him! The ghostly man in the attic!”
Her voice got louder as she spoke. As she said the words, her arms raised and she brought them down against his arm, pushing him hard. She was trying to scare him, just like her father had done long ago. Even though she was trying to mess with him, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of pain, remembering her father. She laughed out loud, watching his reaction. She wiped her eyes, pretending it was just from laughing, but it was hiding the bit of sadness from thinking of her father again.
Jason: “You almost had me! Yup, I almost fell right to sleep… HAHA!”
Seeing her as he laid on his back, the stars brightly setup as a backdrop to her. He could tell something was off and she was playing it off, hiding it. A small piece of silence fell over them both. Jason sat up not knowing what to say and not wanting to put himself in her personal shit. Wasn’t his place but he needed to say something.
Jason: “Sorry to hear about your Pops. I never knew mine so I can’t say I can relate but…”
She shook her head.
Psyche: “It’s alright. And thank you. There’s just a lot that reminds me of him, you know?”
Jason: “Oh yeah I know how that goes… First dead body I smelt that had rotted some, TOTALLY ruined Pizza for me for a while. Reminders suck! Let’s change the subject though. We are in HAWAII Lady! Let’s live it up huh? Smile for me, huh?”
She did exactly as he asked, but more because she couldn’t control it. He was really good at making her laugh.
Psyche: “I agree. On to better things! Ooh! Why don’t we go swimming?”
She stood up, holding out her hand for him to take. At first he reaches to grab it but hearing the word ‘swimming’ he pulled away and gave her dirty glare.
Jason: “Nope, not this dinner plate! There are SHARKS out there!”
Psyche: “Oh please! There’s nothing out there. You have a higher chance of having a snack machine fall on you…”
Shaking his head, he crosses his arms like a 5 year old about to throw a fit.
Jason: “I would accept that fate faaar before my ass is caught in the ocean. I was last in the ocean back in the early 90s and this sea otter popped its head up and stared at me. I was done…”
Psyche laughed out loud.
Psyche: “Jason… really? A sea otter scared you? That’s just silly.”
They both said nothing for a second, him out of stubbornness. She was making a decision. She brought her hands down and slowly lifted her dress up her legs. She crossed her arms over each other, lifting the dress up over her head and dropping it on the towel. She had a bikini on that had a pastel rainbow pattern on it.
Jason: “Oh that’s nice!”
Psyche: “Will you come now?”
Jason: “Still not sure I need the ocean to ‘come’ but... no… I won’t, stand there and argue it more though.”
Psyche: “Well I guess I have to go in there alone, then. If I drown and you don’t come and save me, it’s on your hands…”
She turned slowly, starting to walk towards the ocean. The closer she got, the antsier he got. Almost fearing for her, he finally hurries to his feet and takes off after her. Catching up, he scoops her up from behind, carrying her like a baby. She laughs but he was feeling real “Baywatch” lifeguard right now.
Jason: “You’re something I’d eat, you would be torn apart out there! Stay dry… for now!”
She continues to laugh, allowing him to keep carrying her. She wraps her arms around his neck.
Psyche: “Alright. How about this? Would you join me in a hot tub instead? I remember seeing one back closer to the hotel.”
Getting a big gulp from Jason as he almost has the idea to carry her as he runs to the Hotel. He instead just accepts.
Jason: “Yup. I... I can do that!”
Psyche: “Perfect. It’s settled, then.”
He get’s her back to their spot so she can pick up her things. She slung the towel and her dress over her arm and grabbed his hand, starting to head back towards the hotel.
Psyche: “You just going to wear those as a suit? Or do you have a speedo on underneath?”
Eyes wide, Jason laughs, hoping she was joking.
Jason: “Nope, no speedo… These will do just fine.”
She nodded at him. As they got closer to the hotel, they could hear the loud sounds from excited guests of the hotel. The place was crowded. More so than they had thought it would be. Psyche looked around for the hot tub, finally spotting it surrounded by people and filled with even more. She sighed, biting her lip.
Psyche: “Darn! It’s much too busy.”
She then thought for a moment.
Psyche: “Here’s an idea… I also have a big bathtub in my room… Maybe… we could go there instead?”
Jason: “Do you want to call someone and tell them where you’ll be? WHO you’ll be there with? Safety reasons… Some say I’m a bit looney!”
Psyche: “I think I’ll be okay in my OWN room… Do YOU want to call someone?”
She winked at him.
Jason: “I would write it across the Moon for everyone to know! Heh.”
She shook her head.
Psyche: “Oi… no mention of the moon tonight, yeah? Let’s go.”
As they continue walking, Jason can’t stop laughing at his awesome referencing.
Jason: “Not even the Moon has a view like I have with me here tonight! Huh? That’s good… I’m funny…”
Psyche: “Alright… I’ll let that one slide.”
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“It’s interesting, isn’t it? All the pretty words that come out of that mouth of yours. And of course… it’s all a bunch of shit. Literal shit spilling out your mouth, love. You think you’re getting to me? You think you have me beat with the things you said? You got me all sad now. You called me an emo… I guess I’d better live up to the stereotype. Thing is… the things I said about you stereotype wise were actually TRUE. But yours? I think we have very different ideas about what ‘emo’ means. I mean… I don’t really remember slitting my wrists and begging for attention while listening to Hawthorne Heights. But I could be wrong. It’s not like it was my own video, right? Whatever.”
“But it is quite funny. You say you weren’t even listening to what I had to say… yet you come back with all these opinions on the stuff I said. I feel like others would find that funny as well. I mean… if you make claims that you’re not listening to something, you probably shouldn’t comment on any of the stuff I said during the ‘time you didn’t listen’. I’m just saying. Maybe I’m insane or something, but that would be common sense, no? Shouldn’t make claims and then pretend like you never said it in the first place. Makes you look rather silly. Much like when you lose this match. All the claims you made about being the best and beating me? You’re going to look extremely foolish when those claims come back as false. But who am I to say anything, right? I’m just a stupid emo who should be crying in a corner, yeah?”
“Now there was something you mentioned when talking about not listening to anything I said. A rather crude way of talking about what you were doing instead. I’ll give you a bit of advice. Your whole… everything? Not cute. Honestly. Personally… the moment you mentioned your lady parts, I cringed. Dry heaved a little, honestly. You clearly have no idea how unbecoming it is of you to say things like you do. I mean… I say cunt and twat and swear like a sailor when I want to, but it’s somehow different when I say those things. Sounds better to some with an accent, I guess? But when you say dirty words, it comes off as a bit cringey. Like you’re trying too hard to make this impression that you’re a badass or something? I just see it as a cry for help, really. Calling out for everyone to pay more attention to you. Like you crave this negative attention. You seem to need it in order to feel like you’re worth anything. Thing is… you’re not really worth anything at all. You’re kind of one of those girls that people just look at a few times and then get bored and run off to something else. The reason I called you a stereotype is because you’re like every other wannabe badass that gets into wrestling. You bring nothing new to the table. A regular cookie cutter blonde with a shite attitude. There’s literally nothing at all special about you. You’re like every other mega bitch trying to impress people in some way. And where you end up failing is in the ring. You have these pretty little words you come out with, but in the end, you fall short. You’re no different from everyone else. Me? I’m different. I’m what you’re striving to be. I’m what you’re trying so hard to become. I’m the one who stands out for all the right reasons. The one who actually get’s noticed. But you’re clearly too stupid to see that.”
“I guess I’d better bring up the little “scuffle” with your boy toy. You’re calling my high school and childish. Please tell me… who started the whole thing? I remember it being your little playmate over there. But… of course… I can’t confirm that. He deleted that first message afterwards. Like a little bitch. As if he was trying to hide it. Hide that he was talking shit to me. Pussy move on his part for not owning up to the posts he makes. But that’s what some people do on twitter. Act like little cunts. And what does he do after? Runs off scared. Can’t take the heat anymore. But he’s not my concern in this match. You are. You’re the one who can’t fight for herself. You only get on a soapbox when it’s filmed, so others can see you. Twitter is another story for you, I guess. Either you don’t have one at all, or I just don’t follow the pathetic little cunts that try and talk shit about me. Either way, I’ve never seen you on there, fighting your own fights. But it could also be a narcissism thing that you just video yourself talking. Probably watch it back over and over, reliving the moments before you lose and realize how silly you sounded when you claimed you would win.”
“And one more thing… Sweetheart… you REALLY think you’re centerfold material? Or the centerfold of this company? Come the fuck on. The only centerfold you could land would be in National Geographic. It would be in an article about the loosest women in the world. All the other subjects in the piece will have tribal body mods. Stretched ears and lips. Then you. Mistaken for a stretched vagina body mod. Congrats! Centerfold achieved. But here? You don’t even belong in the centerfold of this fake magazine we call 4CW. But even if you WERE considered as a centerfold, why would you brag about that? Not good enough for the front cover?”
“You’re just a sad excuse for ratings, love. Your pathetic attempts at making me look bad were as childish as you claimed I was. The amount of contradiction in ANYTHING you say is alarming. As if you pull one thing out of your flabby arse and quickly after your verbal diarrhea falls out, you forget what you’ve said. And the next thing you say just counteracts with the thing you said first. It’s confusing, honestly. Admittedly, it threw me off a bit at first. Is that maybe your way of confusing your opponents? So they’re too confused to fight well? Well sorry to burst your pretty pink bubble, love, but it didn’t work. I see through it all. And to be quite honest, everything you said has no effect on me. Besides… words don’t win you matches. Your skill does. And while you may have done all right on Fate… the part of 4CW that nobody even cares about… You’ve done terrible so far here. And you haven’t seen anything yet. I’m here now. And with that… comes a new challenge. I’m nothing you’ve ever seen before. And when I’m done with you, you’ll regret everything you’ve ever said up to that point. You’ll bite your fucking tongue. And at the end of our match… I’ll make you swallow the infected muscle you so lovingly use on your man.”
“I’ll see you in the ring, Ash. I’ll see you on your back… a position you’re used to, I’m sure. And when you lose, I’ll laugh right in your face. Don’t fuck with Psyche Devyne. Because I’ll make you wish you never opened those injected lips of yours. Nighty night, love.”
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Present Day
The scene opens up to Psyche walking into a small cafe. She runs her fingers through her white blonde hair and looks around; spotting the man she was meeting. Cyrus sat at a table in the corner, looking through the small menu. Psyche walked over to him, letting her leather jacket slide off of her shoulders, revealing the thin black sweater she had underneath. She wore a pair of black leggings as well. She placed the jacket on the back of her chair and took a seat in front of Cyrus, smiling.
Psyche: “Ello, love!”
Cyrus returned a smile of his own before standing up and giving her a hug before taking a seat again.
Cyrus: “How are you, my dear?”
Psyche: “Lovely! And you?”
Cyrus: “Couldn’t be better… which is something I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to say honestly.”
Psyche beamed, excited for her friend.
Psyche: “That’s awesome, Cyrus. I’m so happy for you. Clearly you and Ryker are getting on well, then, yeah?”
A smile had formed on Cyrus’ face, one the like of which that neither of them had remembered him having for a long time.
Cyrus: “She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I love her to death.”
Psyche looked down for a moment, the genuine smile still on her face.
Psyche: “You deserve it, Cyrus. You really do. You’ve put so much into everything you do. You deserve to finally be happy, mate. I… I wish I could have that. Everything tends to… end in a flop with me, you know? Chris… Bry-...”
She paused for a moment, letting out a sigh. Months of her life… wasted, she felt. With all of them, really.
Psyche: “I just want something where I can say things are constantly going smooth with, yeah? But that’s hard.”
Cyrus looked at her sympathetically, placing his hand on hers.
Cyrus: “I know it is. Hell, look at my relationship history… it’s not pretty by any means. Plenty of failed attempts, most of which were public. I know how you feel. It WILL happen. You are one hell of a woman, and you always have been. I could have told you from day one that you were a top catch.”
Psyche: “I appreciate that. I just seem to pick really shitty people, I think.”
She laughed quietly. Cyrus shrugged slightly.
Cyrus: “Well, yeah, but you have to filter through the bad to find the good. It takes time, and you still have plenty of life to live. Don’t be too bothered by it all.”
Psyche nodded at Cyrus, understanding his point.
Psyche: “Well I guess I’ll just have to wait and see with the next… potential candidate.”
Cyrus took a deep breath, looking away for a few seconds.
Cyrus: “About that… you want to discuss it with me at all?”
Psyche: “Discuss what?”
Cyrus: “This Cashe thing.”
Psyche: “What thing? No idea what you’re talking about.”
Cyrus looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
Cyrus: “Are you going to really insult my intelligence? That hurts.”
Psyche rolled her eyes like a little sister annoyed with her brother.
Psyche: “There’s… nothing going on, Cyrus. We’re not dating. We’re just having fun. And don’t call him a rebound or anything. He’s not. He was there. And for right now, he’s making me pretty happy, or whatever. It’s just nice to have someone around, yeah?”
Cyrus: “If you say so. Just seems a bit more than having fun to me, but whatever, it’s your life. I’m just the bystander in it. Just remember, I’ve always been there and will continue to be regardless of what happens.”
She seemed to be stuck on one part of what he had said.
Psyche: “I appreciate that… but what do you mean by a bit more than having fun?”
Cyrus laughed.
Cyrus: “Come on, meeting in Hawaii is not the same as me just popping over to the house for a drink and some laughs. Any man willing to buy a plane ticket and go to an island to spend time with a woman is looking for more than just simple fun.”
Psyche: “That wasn’t exactly planned. Darryl…”
She rolled her eyes again.
Psyche: “He took it upon himself to change flights around. Jason wasn’t even supposed to come to Hawaii. But why not take advantage? And that’s still considered having fun, yeah?”
Cyrus: “I guess… I’m just protective, I can’t help that I get a little bit uptight about it all. Especially after what happened with you and twatbag. Don’t forget, I’ve been around for a lot of these life happenings of yours, and I know about all of them even if I wasn’t physically present. I just want the best for you, and want you to be happy in a long term sense, not just a short term sense.”
He took a moment to himself, looking as though something was on his mind. Once he looked at her, he spoke in a way that seemed as though he was forcing his words.
Cyrus: “Can I be completely honest with you?”
She raised a hand for a moment, pressing him on.
Psyche: “Go on, then.”
Cyrus: “It pains me to my core to say this… but, truthfully, I don’t mind Jason as a person or as a man. He’s a good bloke, I’ve spent time with him, and I happen to like the guy. Sure, we have our words because we are on opposite sides in a professional battle, but outside of that, I have no problems. My issues are not with him, it’s just my own worry about you, which you already know will always be there.”
A tiny smile came up on the corner of her mouth. Kind of like a relief thing. Like family accepting a person you’re interested in before you even go further.
Psyche: “I know you worry, Cyrus. But you don’t have to. I know what I’m doing with this. I need something fun. Something to take my mind off things. Honestly… I haven’t been actually enjoying much of anything since dad passed. It’s like something has… I don’t know… clicked, I guess?”
Cyrus: “I know what you mean all too well. I know you know what you’re doing, but I made a promise to dad that I’d always be there for you, and that is a bond that won’t be broken. I still think about the man and all he’s done for my life. Between my failed relationships and keeping secrets, then him passing, I thought I’d be dead inside forever. Then, we were able to finally come out about our past, then Rorie came along and gave me a happy hell, and topping it off with Ryker coming back in my life… shit, I can’t remember the last time I felt this fuckin’ good. So, if something has clicked, and it’s making you happy, then go for it. Just make sure he doesn’t run my name through the mud too much.”
Psyche laughed again.
Psyche: “I’ll punch him if he does.”
She smiled at Cyrus.
Psyche: “Things are… hopefully looking up for us. We’ve moved on from things. We could both still be stuck in some hell-type situations, but we both got out. It’s just nice, you know?”
He nodded, very much in agreement.
Cyrus: “Absolutely, and I have you to thank. You were the catalyst and genesis of getting me out of hell.”
Psyche: “I can’t take all the credit. You went after Ryker yourself, love. I just helped with the now stuff. I had always remembered you talking about her. So the moment things seemed to be going well, I knew I needed to step in a bit. Other than that… you did it. You turned your life around. I just gave you a few nudges.”
Cyrus: “Nudges that changed me, and nobody else would have nudged me. You’ve always been there, through good and bad, and I will do the exact same for you just as I always have.”
Psyche: “And I will always remain there for you. Right beside.”
She slid her hand across the table, placing it on top of his for a moment. A few seconds later, a man came by to take their order. The two quickly picked through the menu quickly and made decisions. When the man left with their orders, Psyche turned her attention back to Cyrus.
Psyche: “So… Tell me something about Uprising. Something that could help me.”
Cyrus thought to himself for a moment. He was fully aware of all Psyche could do, and had experience on Uprising when it was KSC owned. However, the landscape had changed since he was there.
Cyrus: “Best advice… be the Psyche we know you are. You have a chance to reinvent yourself and make a first impression. Show that porn cunt what you’re about, and everyone else for that matter. Put everyone on notice. Play the mind game. Also, figure out what spot you want to be in… and take it. Don’t worry about anyone other than yourself.”
Psyche: “Now that sounds like a brilliant idea, Cyrus.”
She smiled at him, nodding.
Cyrus: “I think it is, too. It’s time to let the world know who Psyche Devyne really is, yeah? Change their perceptions, fuck with their heads, and show them what we all have known… that you were always the dominant one.”
She laughed, a smirk forming.
Psyche: “Oh Cyrus… I am well on my way to showing that, love.” |
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