Down at the Pub With Some Mates Watchin Wrasslin'

"She may very well be." Jocelyn said. Her eyes were focused on the match and she was smiling as things finally became interesting. Jocelyn's hand stopped massaging Clyde's shoulders and one hand slipped down his chest. She leaned forward and pushed her lips close to his ear.

"Why don't ya fetch that bugger you ain't got and we'll have some fun. Less ya wanna see the end of the match. I don't know if I can wait until then though." She purred, letting her lips brush against Clyde's ear.

Clyde felt like a king of sorts on this bar stool. Free drinks bought by a beautiful woman who was massaging him and wanted to do the nasty while his ex was looking hot and his Sister was beating the tar out of their own personal she-devil that long deserved an ass whooping.

Next thing he knew, Jocelyn wasn't massaging anymore and had her soft hand running down his chest with her ear and sultry voice in his ear. The cowboy fidgeted, trembled and shivered as she teased him and then tore him apart. "..." She couldn't WAIT!? What a tease but..!

She purred and her lips brushed his ear. "Nnhh..." He just melted for her instantly, the alcohol helping him decide this wasn't something to pass up and he should listen to the pretty lady.

He didn't even notice he lowbow, Jocelyn distracted him, but what he did hear was a loud choris of boos that made the drunk Cowboy look at the TV to see Bonnie on the mat, holding her crotch before the replay hit. His eyes widened through his red face. "J-J..." Trying to notify her what just happened.

And buy himself some time.

"Okay... What the hell do I do?"

Jocelyn had caught what was happening on the match. She didn't make any kind of face to give any indication of how she felt about the unfolding events. Instead, she slipped around so he could see her and pushed his lips against his, kissing him deeply as one hand slipped into his hair.

"It's now or never, mate." She said and batted her eyelashes at him. "I don't have all night."

Clyde would see Mercy step in. Shoving Allison. It was nice to see Mercy do that to Allison, making him feel like she hadn't joined her side as well but still, he grimaced with worry, he didn't want Mercy getting in between that woman and Bonnie, who had been horribly low blowed. Things weren't going right, he was banned but this wasn't the way it was supposed to go!

He was already considering getting up before Jocelyn swung around, occupied his vision and kissed him deeply. "M-Mh!?" He gasped before his eyes fluttered closed, groaning into her mouth and touch as she kissed him hotly, sending him on a smitten, lust-drunk trip before she gave her ultimatum.

He couldn't see the TV, but he wasn't looking for it anyway as he watched Jocelyn's smokey eyes flutter, making his heart pound. He felt entranced by her and leaned in to try and greedily kiss her again.

jocelyn pulled away when Clyde tried to extend the kiss. "Go on." She said and nodded to the door. Her cheeks were flush and she just couldn't wait around for Clyde anymore. She didn't have time for the cowboy to figure out if he wanted to be a part of the rodeo or not.

"I'll meet you back in the WC. I'll wait for you to go in and then I'll be right in after." She said, slipping away from him and turning him on the stool so his back was to the television.

Jocelyn left Clyde wanting as she pulled away, his cheeks red from the booze and the kiss of the woman in front of him. No longer did she want to wait, it was now or never. And as she turned him away from the tv. All he saw was her.

He stumbled with haste out of the stool then the bar itself. Looking at the giant arena in distance before he hurried to a nearby store, grabbed a entire pack of rubbers, left the money on counter before hurrying back to the bar and not even noticing the TV, stumbling a little towards that small bathroom.

He didn't have to take long he told himself. He'd pound the skank nice and hard and be there for Bonnie in no time. Allison was losing anyway.

Jocelyn watched as Clyde left. She turned to the bartender and told him that Clyde was just going to get his wallet and that he'd take care of both their bills. She then grabbed her hand bag and walked straight out of the bar.

She didn't even have to look back at the match. She could guess the results. Now that she could get into the arena, she had business to take care of. No doubt Clyde would be waylaid long enough for her to finish it. Even if he wasn't, the boy was still thoroughly drunk.

As she slipped into the arena, she had to fight the urge to run to the bathroom and throw up. She couldn't believe she had to kiss that nasty cowboy twice! And thouch him like that.

She shivered as she made her way to the backstage and the wrestler's arena entrance. Those thoughts would all be gone in a moment.

Clyde got back to the bar and before he even had a chance to reach the bathroom, the bartender greeted him.

"Oh. Your lady-friend left by the way, sir. She said you'd get the tab." Said the bartender casually while Clyde's red eyes twitched before he looked back at the TV to see, Allison brutally stomping on Bonnie before she turned her attention to poor Mercy, grabbed her by the throat and practically fucked her!

Clyde started pulling his heart out. "SONOVA--BITCH!!" Again. She was doing it again! And he wasn't there because he was drunk and horny! Jocelyn had duped him, Bonnie and Mercy were alone and he couldn't help them!

Clyde ran his fingers through his hair as he watched his beloved being strangled as she flopped around while being tribbed in the center of the ring while Bonnie begged Allison to stop. And stop she did, but not before hauling Mercy up for a brutal atomic drop.

"No! No! N-....God!" Clyde looked on in horror through his red eyes as Mercy got planted on Allison's knee. She wasn't a fighter! She wasn't made for stuff like this!

"G-God...Dammit... STOP!" He cried once more before watching Allison brutally kick his sister in the face, he turned away after that, threw some money on the bar that wasn't enough before storming out, he heard some yelling back in the joint but he didn't turn back. He was stumbling down the street while fishing for his stupid phone while his eyes were watery as hell. So scared for Bonnie and Mercy.

He was trying to call Duffy while he struggled to drunkenly stumble across the street.