Exposition feat. Shiori and Christina
"Of course! Why wouldn't it be? Also, I keep telling you to call me Christina," her boss replied over the phone. Christina had received an invitation to a Christmas party for the LAW community, but was unfortunately too saddled with work to attend. Shiori offered to take some obligations off her hands, only to be given the invitation instead!
"Christina, right." Shiori gulped. "I-I mean... I'm just an intern, right?" Now, she was trudging in the light Japanese snow, nervous as all heck -- after all, she was just a fan who got lucky! How could she have the right to share a drink with some of LAW's biggest superstars?
"Yes. A management intern, and a LAW employee. Not to mention a writer for their magazine. Oh, and perhaps you forgot, but you are also a wrestler." All Shiori could do was gasp at that reminder; she still couldn't believe that all of that was true. For her boss's part, Christina only giggled. "You have a roster page and everything, you know. Go have fun. Tell me all about it next time you come in."
It wasn't that Shiori had never met other folks around LAW before. After all, she helped manage a stable of them, wrestled Chiaki Nanami, and even shared a brief peck with Momo Kazan. But never before had she met so many at once. Heck, just being tweeted at by LAW's finest sent her consciousness for a spin.
It felt like an eternity passed before the intern worked up the courage to twist the knob, pull the door open, and step inside. But when she did...
"Uh, hello? Is this the place for the Christmas -- EEEEEE!"
...She all but lost her damn mind. Shiori knew that the guest list was gonna be a who's who of LAW's greats, but even in the party's early days, the cast of characters was still more awesome than she could ever imagine. Members of the Austrian Eagles and the Roduoko Gym, two of LAW's more well-known stables! A Young Lioness, symbolizing the promotion's next generation! A British Bunny and a Shinobi Sunshine...r, representing LAW's highly-competitive Tag Division!
"Holy guacamole..." Then there was her, plain-Jane Shiori Takeda, clad in a hastily-stitched together Christmas version of her match attire. Shiori stumbled inside, barely catching herself on the closing door before awe-strickenly staring at the party's guests... and standing right in the middle of the door, unaware of just how precarious her position might become when the party's next guest arrived...