Tea Time

[Chloe]

~The shared locker space of The Chick Busters had a small, round table with a red cloth draped across it in the center of the room. A tea pot and a few cups had been set up for the guests.~

A.J. Lee: Thank you all so much for coming! It means so much to me!

~A.J. sprung up in front of the table and began to pace around it with her hands folded together.~

A.J. Lee: I've been through a tough patch lately so I'm really happy to be surrounded by friends!

~Worringly, all of A.J.'s "friends" were various inanimate objects propped up at the table with party hats. Including a bucket of turnips, that A.J. slid over and mimed the voice of, in a deeper speaking tone.~

Chanchellor Turnip: Can I have some more punch?

A.J. Lee: Well, of course you can have some more punch, Chanchellor Turnip!

~A.J. splashed the bucket with some grape colored punch and went skipping over to the next chair which had a fericious, green lego dinosaur placed in it. The voice A.J. gave it had a raspy sort of pitch~

Cee-Lo Green: This is one great party! You've really outdone yourself!

A.J. Lee: Why thank you, Cee-Lo Green!

~The fun sized Diva skipped her way over to another chair which had a toasted resting in it. The voice she supplied was haughty and rich sounding.~

Toaster: I'm having a delightful time!

A.J. Lee: I'm so glad, Sir Nigel Cummberbund The Third!

~A.J. slid behind a bag of flour that was propped up in one of the chairs and moved it up and down with her hands. She spoke in a high pitced, French accent.~

Madam LaFlour: Might I trouble you for another slice of cake?

A.J. Lee: Anything for you, Madam LaFlour!

~The door slowly creaked open as A.J.'s partner Kaitlyn inched into the room. She was just a tad bit freaked out by her friends behavior~

Kaitlyn: ...A.J.? ...Are you...uh...alright?

A.J. Lee: Kaitlyn! Haaaaaaai! So glad you could make it to the tea party! Oh! Have you met Sir Nigel Cummberbund The Third?! He's a local aristocrat and purveyor of the fine arts.

Kaitlyn: Can't...say that I have.

~A.J., with her hands resting on her cheeks, slid in between the bag of flour and the bucket of turnips.~

A.J. Lee: Chancellor Turnip! Madam LaFlour! I've heard some rather SCANDALOUS gossip about you two lately.

Kaitlyn: A.J.? You're...doing OK?

A.J. Lee: Of course! Why wouldn't I be?

~Kaitlyn took a slow look around the room.~

Kaitlyn: ...No reason.

A.J. Lee: I mean, I only caught my boyfriend CHEATING ON ME. The man that I unconditionally cared for and even told that I loved. I guess I'm just not BLONDE enough and my BOOBS aren't big enough and...

~A.J. slowly began to look Kaitlyn over. She had both of those features. Her eyes began to narrow and Kaitlyn held up her hands~

Kaitlyn: I'm not French! And, listen, I really don't think that's what was going on. I really don't think Trent would ever do something like that.

A.J. Lee: Of COURSE he did! And on live television in front of MILLIONS! I saw the way they were looking at each other! Do you know how much inner turmoil I'm going through right now?! I want a lawyer! I want a doctor! I WANT A CHEESE SANDWICH!

~A.J. began to breath heavily while balling up her fists. Kaitlyn got a little closer and made a calming motion~

Kaitlyn: Have you tried talking to him since then?

A.J. Lee: If I see him I will EAT. HIS. BABIES.

Kaitlyn: Going to take that as a no.

~The former Women's Champion slammed her head on the table and kept it there~

A.J. Lee: ...He told me he loved me too.

~The blond frowned down at her friend before she suddenly shot back up~

A.J. Lee: Kaitlyn, do me a flava and get me a knife.

Kaitlyn: No, no, we're going to keep all sharp objects away from you right now.

~A.J.'s head slowly tilted sideways~

A.J. Lee: ...Care for a crumpet?

Kaitlyn: No. Listen. We've got this match coming up, OK? A Survivor Series match. The two of us, Christy, Maria and ODB. Who I believe called me a golden haired bitch. Or a golden haired whore. Either way, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to take that as a compliment. Anyway, and you're going to be interested in this, we have another team to go against. I was just planning on using my super strength to plow through them. But I'll leave Maryse to you if that's what you want.

~A.J.'s eyes shot open wide and she dove across the table, grabbing Kaitlyn by the fabric of her shirt~

A.J. Lee: Maryse is in this match?

Kaitlyn: Well, yeah, she has an entire team..

A.J. Lee: Oh, I bet she does. A whole team of Maryse's. Maryse, Maryse, Maryse, Maryse and Maryse. That. Is. The only. Person. I'm concerned with.

~The grip on Kaitlyn's shirt was released and she scooted her way across the table where she lifted the bag of flour up and tore a hole in it with her teeth. She began to squeeze at it's sides while it's contents spilled out.~

A.J. Lee: Squishy, squishy, squishy...

Kaitlyn: Erm, right, but there's an entire team to worry about..

A.J. Lee: NO. Maryse is the only one I want.

~The bag of flour was dropped to the floor with a thud~

A.J. Lee: I have murdered Madam LaFlour. Because she was French. And I will do the same to Maryse. Within the confines of a pro wrestling rules to which we are all accustomed.

Kaitlyn: A.J., listen, you really should try and talk to Trent.

A.J. Lee: I SAID NO.

~The brunette spun around and her voice came out in a hiss. Kaitlyn backed away and tried her best not to make any quick movements in front of her friend due to her apparent fragile mental state.~

Kaitlyn: A-Alright, that's cool..

~A.J. stood on the table and began speaking in a stereotypically pretentious British accent. She made grand hand gestures as if she were speaking to a large audience~

A.J. Lee: Dearest friend, Kaitlyn, I shall prepare for this encounter post haste to ensure the demise of our opponents. However, at this juncture I would very much prefer to be ALONE. GOOD DAY MADAM.

~Turning her back to Kaitlyn, A.J. slumped to a sitting position with her legs crossed and her posture slumped in a broody manner.~

A.J. Lee: ...

~Kaitlyn sighed to herself and slowly left the room as the scene faded.~