Not the best start... (Open RP)

...Well, so far, Ren Hitasaki had been in the AFW for a week or two, and had already lost two matches. ...One was technically a spar, but it was still a match in her mind. She ran one hand through her hair as she sat in an empty booth at a bar close to the arena, with an empty Coors bottle in front of her. She didn't live very far from the bar, and had walked in the first place, so thankfully she wouldn't have far to go if she did get wasted. She called for another beer, waiting patiently and looking around the bar. A few locals playing pool off in one corner, a couple playing darts, but otherwise the bar was fairly empty, the sound of soft rock playing over the sound system. She listened to the music, occasionally tapping her fingers in rhythm with the music against the table. She wondered if her next match would be any better...a former five-time champion losing three matches in a row wouldn't look very good for the Oklahoma champ. She smiled and lightly chuckled to herself at the thought. "...Yup, another loss really wouldn't look good for me..." She muttered under her breath. As the bartender came around with the Coors bottle, she gave him a quiet smile. "Thanks." She'd say to him, and he'd nod in return before heading off to another table. She opened up the bottle and took a sip, closing her eyes and leaning back against the bench. ...Then she wondered why she was drinking Coors, but shrugged it off. It wasn't her favorite, but it was a beer at the end of the day.

Packed like a mule with a sack on her back, the young Japanese Amaya made her way into the first establishment that offered something to drink. Various things did cling clang against other things on her back, ranging from large sponges over bottles of oil and some much more strange utensils that she was in dire need off. Granted, everything in this sack was plentiful where she would have to use it, but it was not her stuff, not her labels, not her marks. Just not her stuff! So after agreeing that she would bring a bill for every stuff she bought, AFW had agreed that she could have her way.

Breathing heavily, she put down the sack beside her and looked at the various drinks to buy here.
*Uh, gross!*
She thought with many possible choices, but finally found something she could drink.
"Ehm, could I have an apple spritzer please?"
She asked politely as soon as the bartender had some time for her.

Sammy was a little excited, she had won her first match and had made a friend who had agreed to be her tag team partner, could this day get any better? She walked into the bar to see her friend sitting alone. She went inside and smiled, "Hey Ren, fancy meeting you here. Mind if I sit down?" she asked with a smile plastered to her face. If she accepted, Sammy would sit down and order a bloody mary before turning to Ren and smiling, "So I'm trying to get a match booked for us, you know, for our first tag team match, but I haven't really been successful." she sighed, "I'll keep looking, but I want to know how you're doing, are you alright, after all, that was a pretty large fall from that turnbuckle." she rubbed her head, "I'm just sorry it had to end that way, maybe you'll get me next time."

She glanced up and stretched a bit, having lost track of the time. The half-downed Coors sat in front of her, and she was reaching for it when she noticed two others entering the bar, one she hadn't seen before and...Sammy? She then smiled and waved to her friend, nodding a bit and patting the seat beside her. "Go ahead." She took the Coors bottle and took a sip from it. "I hope we get one soon, I'm getting bored of waiting." She chuckled a bit and looked to Sammy, then she set the Coors aside. "I was sore for a little while, but I'm fine." She chuckled and looked to Sammy. "I don't mind taking a loss every now and then, it's all part of wrestling..."

Sammy smiled before turning to the newcomer, "Hey there, I'm Sammy, how are you this fine evening?" she motioned for Ren to sit by her. She then moved over and sat by her, "You wouldn't happen to be from AFW would you?" she seemed to be suggesting something, she wanted her partner to get in a match, but she hadn't been able to find anyone yet. If this newcomer was from AFW, then maybe, just maybe, she'd be interested in taking on the two females in a two v one handicap match.

Amaya had packed her sack on the back again and had heaved it to a table, sighing delightedly when she finally was able to put it down again and a cooled drink was resting in her hand. She was about to take out a pencil and control if she had gotten anything she had looked for, until she was spoken too. At first she did not realize it, but then finally identified a voice speaking from a table of two women.

"Pardon, were you talking to me?"
She asked innocently with a light red on the face, unsure if she had been addressed.
"I work for AFW, but I am a masseuse first. I only wrestle then and when in the kawaii division."

She smiled a bit and decided to follow Sammy over to the other person, sitting beside Sammy and glancing to the female quietly every now and then.

Sammy smiled and nodded before turning back to her friend, "Well, I got us a match against a woman named Sermis. She's a heavy weight I think, I'm not sure." she ruffled her partner's hair, "I'm sure we'll beat her, after all, you are a former champion."

She chuckled and looked to Sammy. "Really? That sounds like fun." She cracked her knuckles. "...How about we do it when I'm sober again?" She then smiled calmly, hugging her partner. "I should sober up in a day or two..."

*Oh, gross...*
The Japanese thought all for herself. Amaya had already been getting pretty nervous when the two girls just had decided to come to her table and grab a seat without permission or anything, and had kind of immediately asked for a match while assuming that she was also one of these battle hungry monster chicks that hung around in bars to pick up a wrestling fight. And now they were sitting right in front of her and talked about another match with another girl, which no doubt was such a monster chick too!

Now she was sitting on her little stool and was sipping on her apple spritzer in the hope that the two maniacs would just buzz off or articulate something.