Meeting of Roommates

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Today was the day! After months of training, research, and other preparations, young Carly Connors has made it into the Young Lioness program of LAW, the biggest wrestling promotion in all of Japan. If someone had asked Carly where she would be when she graduated high school two years ago, this would be nowhere near consideration, but she had been given the opportunity to intern at a prestigious marine biology institute in Okinawa. However, she had only been given a scholarship to cover tuition and books, not room and board. So at the suggestion of her cousin, she had decided to look into working in the wrestling industry to give herself a place to stay, some extra income, as well as give herself a chance to build up her confidence.

Taking a look at the dorms that would be her new home, she nodded to herself and made her way inside. After checking in with the receptionist, she was told her room would be on the second floor, fifth room. Thanking her for her help, Carly grabbed her suitcase and both duffel bags she had brought, one full of books for her studies, the other full of books for her own personal pleasure. Struggling up the stairs, she had finally reached her destination, thankful that her room was only on the second floor and not anything higher up in the building.

"Okay, room two, three, four....here we go, room five! They told me that my roommate was from Mexico. Hopefully there isn't too much of a language barrier. Oh, why did I take French in high school instead of Spanish. Ms. Daniels was right, Spanish was a more practical choice, but you just had to be different, Carly, you had to take the class with extra credit. Oh well. Hey, maybe if she's nice, my new roommate can teach me a little! Okay, here we go!" Without even bothering to knock, Carly turned the knob and entered the room. "Hi there! I'm Carly and from today on, we are going to be roommates!

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One Margarita Hernandez was chilling in her block, just taking a moment to change into a set of clothes after just getting off from the shower. She heard earlier news about getting a roommate to share a bed with. Something she figured would happen eventually given the fact that her room had a bunk bed in the first place. She however thought nothing of it and gave a shrug when it broke out.

She was in the middle of putting her lime-green shirt on when Carly entered the room. Michelada wasn't the type to lock her doors if ever, which speaks to her uttermost confidence in the place not getting robbed. When the door opened, she turned over to the entrant, giving a wave whilst not giving much of a damn that she's got nothing on other than a shirt and her cat ears. "Hola~ You may call me Margarita. Don't worry about me, I don't biite~" She would introduce herself with a Latin flair to her English inflections, as she stepped on over to Carly, extending an arm out for a handshake, presenting an ever-so friendly aura of hospitality.

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When Carly stepped in, she smiled at the fact her new roommate was in fact there to greet her, giving her name of Margarita. As she was about to return the handshake, she noticed one very important fact. Her new roomie was in fact not wearing any pants. Only her undergarments. This caused Carly to drop the duffel bag off her shoulder as she covered her face, a bright blush crossing her cheeks.

"Oh my gosh! I am SO sorry! I totally should have knocked and waited until you were ready! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can wait outside if you want, please don't think I'm a pervert or anything! I am only here to learn wrestling, it's not anything more than that!" Carly continued to ramble on with her apologies, hardly giving Margarita a chance to get a word in on her own end to explain to Carly her own situation.

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Margarita, upon seeing Carly blubbering about, only let out a childish sounding chuckle as she raised her hands up, trying to calm the ever-anxious lioness in her vicinity, while also hoping not to make too much of a scene. "Hold your horses amiga, I believe you. Now, what's your name?"

She asked Carly, stepping over to a pair of discarded red shorts and slipping them on, as to further try calming Carly's nerves, and save her embarrassment for another time. "Because I gave mine, but you haven't given me yours."