Rodents at a Cafe

Gail swings him up a few inches before she set him gently back down on the ground. "Little kids like you should behave better than this." She said quietly, enough so that he might not even hear.

It was only a moment of being airborne. But, it was enough to cause his face to fill up with red again as he blushed. "C-Come on...Why ya gotta do that?" He says shyly. Conza looks away and then walks a bit Mir until they were at the Tension Complex.

Without saying anything, Gail would just keep walking, a step behind Conza. Soon enough, they were at the big Tension building. "Nice place..." She said, before even stepping inside. Obviously, this all came as part of wrestling over here, but the living space wasn't the worst thing.

Of course, she should probably wait until actually seeing his place before making any judgments, looking at the entrance hallway wasn't exactly valuable information.

He would let her into his room. "Please, remove your shoes and uh...Make yourself at home." He flicked on the lights. There was a maroon colored rug on the floor. Furniture included a fancy looking red, white and gold couch. In fact, that was the color palette to his whole room.

A large white cabinet was towards the left wall. It contained a few of Conza's personal memrobelia. The counters in the kitchen were wood and stone. That was in the left corner of the room. The red curtains were wide open to let the light in from the windows.

"Oh..." This looked more like something from a condo suite than just a simple wrestler's dorm. The interior was all neatly placed, the furnishings even having a matching colour scheme and everything. "Damn, this is a pretty sweet place..." She looked around a second time.

"You must be pretty rich, huh?" She said, stepping her socks onto the rug.

She liked what she saw. Conza couldn't help but give a small smirk. Now barefoot, he walks across the carpet to sit in a white colored chaise. She asked if he was rich while still looking around.

"Rich? Not to much. My mother sent me most of this furniture. It was from our house in Paris. I guess if you just consider myself...I am pretty well off."

"Hmm, still living off your parents?" Gail frowned a bit. He really was a kid after all. "Well, that's fine too, I guess."

She sat down directly on the mat, leaning back on her hands. "This seems like a lot of furniture for someone living alone, doesn't it?"

"What? N-Not at all. She sent me to live with my grandma when I was very young. She just sent me all this recently. My wealth, ain't make on ny own." He didn't like that assumption. It made Conza seem more like a child living abroad rather than a man doing his own thing.

"Yeah...But I do have friends over time to time. Not today however. Today is a day for making a certain woman tap out..."

She didn't go any further into that particular line of conversation, however he got his money wasn't really her business. And he got back onto the topic at hand anyways. "Well don't you sound confident, Mr Conza?" Gail grinned.

"Care to wager anything since you're so sure of yourself, hmm?"

He slides around a bit on the chaise and got off of it to stand tall er...straight. He wasnt exactly that tall. Conza makes a bit of a pondering face when asking to wager something.

"Well Im not too sure...What would you like if you were to win?"