Healing (for CaptainL, The Wanderer, GolemGuardian)

[RedShinigami]

If George Fortunato knew about one thing then it way lying. Lying until the was so far away from the truth that even he had problems remembering what the start of the whole affair had been. In his business, working in the gambling business and with some of the more infamous mafia organisations around the globe, George had to use his natural talent for scheming, presenting himself as harmless clowmy a simple pub owner and wrestling manager who loved to entertain, hiding his razorsharp mind behind his thick cockney accent and silly antics like magic tricks. George could lie without even blushing, if it served his plans and did its purpoae then George was all to willing to bend the truth.

Not so with Chelsea. Chelsea Forster, the British Bunny from Liverpool, a wild, stubborn, rough around the edges, hardhitting brawler with the cutest face he had ever seen. He had never lied to her. Not a single time. Not even when he started fruitless tries of getting her into his bed he had'nt lied. He was sure that when his plan was elaborate enough even Chelsea finally could have fallen like a domino but what brought them together in the end was the honesty and love George gave her. Chelsea was hurt, she had just lost one of the most important matches of her career, having proved nothing to no one and George could'nt be at her side as important business had made it urgent to travel to London. And so he saw Chelsea and Molly lose, far away, in a british Pub, beaten senseless by a worthless little shit that had'nt deserved this win. No, Chelsea had deserved it. Was it her fault that no one got her? Was it her fault that no one understood her? It was unfair. The whole arena had cheered when his beloved girl had been brutalized and why? Because they did'nt spoke her language and did'nt care to look deeper into the brash girl like he did. George had stormed out in the pouring rain, unable to handle what he had seen and cried his eyes out while the icecold rain of London ruined his elegant clothes.

He was'nt there. He could'nt help. He should have been there. George never forgave himself that he was'nt present at this important day. And so he decided that this would never happen again. He proposed the idea to Chelsea to form a partnership to polish her image with the japanese crowd but George real intention was to be with Chelsea and help her out when she was in trouble. He did'nt want her to be this hurt again. Broken, with a loss on her hands. And so George did the only thing he could do in this moment as Finellas and Chelseas hate for each other reached a peak. He still whinced when he thought back to the impact, Chelseas scream that went into his white shirt and the blood that trickled down from his head, down onto his beautiful little bird.

George sat in the cafeteria and put some milk into his earl grey, his heart still racing, his mind still numb. What would she say?

Sorry but I just want to be your friend... Sorry but I don't want to see you anymore.
You are sweet but you are more like a brother...

George was desperate and with every possible reaction from Chelsea he cooked up in his head he got more and more desperate, holding his head as he looked into his tea when he heard some commotion. "...orgeeee!",he heard and thought that this was an after effect of the concussion he head but no he heard it. Heard it clear and when he jumped up he spilled all the tea over the table, but he did'nt care. He had to run, he had to get to this voice. He looked around and then he saw Chelsea running into the other direction. George saw that she had the papers and the opened pen in her hand and his heart started to beat faster again. And then with all the air he had in his lungs he screamed.

"SWEETHEEAAAAART!"


Then the Londoner began to run, right into Chelseas direczion, passing patients, doctors, visitors, nurses and staff. He did'nt care, he did'nt see anyone at all except for the girl he loved that was running into his direction now and when they were close both jumped, caught each other in the middle of the hallway and George spun around, keeping Chelsea steady and safe as he embraced her tight. "My lord, wha'is so impawha' tha' run aroun' screamin', darlin?", he said and looked at the papers before he turned pale. "Is... Is that...did you... Do you want to...",he stumbled as his cheeks turned pink. "I... I mean have you decided. Do you want to... To..." There was no need to talk fancy anymore, no need to call it any other thing then what it was, as George looked Chelsea into the eyes. "Do ya wan' o' be my china plate?", he managed to finally get out.

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George heard Chris and Harmonia was glad that the snowballhaired rocker did'nt decide to spend the rest of this evening in the womens room. Maybe she should leave her alone? But what then? Was taking the offensive the better strategy. Finally Harmonia tried a different attempt. "Oi Yukine. Ordering pretty much for such a small girl, maybe the big mouth helps.", she grinned and sat down. "Give me a pint too George. And two shots for Miss Yukine and me!", she ordered and the pubowner shrugged. "As ya wish, mlady!"

[GolemGuardian]

Chris patted Ryan on the back as she sat down and he drank his tequila, nodding in agreement. "Oh definitely, amigo. And I know I said it already, but I hope all goes well with whatever's going on with your wife. If she married you, I'm sure she can't be THAT bad," she lightly joked, hoping to ease him at least a little bit. She may not know what was going on, but it seemed the tall man needed some level of comfort.

Soon after Harmonia took a seat next to the snow-haired rock star, commenting on her order and then put in her own order. "I may be small, but I can hold my liquor decently well. You forget who my roommate is." She gave a little shrug, bumping her shoulder into the Superstar's own. "Besides, I gotta have at least one drink in Fin's place. Who knows when she'll be allowed to drink it."

Chris would wait for their drinks to arrive before speaking again. "So, Superstar-san, what are we to toast to?"

[CaptainL]

Watching Astrid's defeat at the hands of Rose Gold had shaken just about everyone. While Molly had never been quite as close to the Norsewoman as Kennedy had, she was still an old friend of hers who went back a long while. And that meant that when she saw Astrid give it her all, desperate to put down a woman who she felt embodied everything wrong with wrestling, in a match that had grown personal - and when she'd seen her actually look like she was about to turn things around, setting up what was to be a picture-perfect finish - only for Rose to suddenly sneak out a victory at the last minute by luck alone, Molly had been just as incensed. She sighed a little, nodding her head as Kennedy brought her memories of watching the bout, of screaming to the referee to do her job, bubbling back to the surface - but when she heard her refer to Rose as having been made Astrid's bitch, she smiled just a little. No matter what anyone else said, she knew, Harmonia knew what was really up, and who was really deserving of the win.

"I'm glad she's okay," she said. "Though, I hear she's taking on Dana Ashford to prove her point...I don't know, it sounds risky to me. I just hope she's careful..."

She also leaned in a little closer to Kennedy's side as she thought of her taking on Lexy Alan - someone Harmonia had faced at We Are LAW as well, and someone Molly had no love for after she'd seen all the stunts and dirty tricks she'd tried to pull to get the advantage in that match. "I'd pay to see that happen, heh..." If Kennedy was out to take Lexy on woman to woman...well, she wasn't going to get in the way of that. "Give her hell for me if you do, okay?"

Molly looked back at the bar, where the others seemed to be getting their round of drinks in. She let out a huff as she leaned over the table, her chin in her hands. Knowing how Harmonia could get some times, she was alright with staying out of trouble. Instead, she found herself drifting a little closer to Kennedy's as the Jungle Queen proposed the two of them spending some time together, something that could put all the turmoil they'd been through in the past - and Molly was happy to accept. She'd had enough worrying.

She nodded her head, looking back up at Kennedy. "That sounds like fun! Oh...if you're visiting, maybe I can show you a couple of my favorite places around town, too!" Molly's grin widened a little more as she found herself back in her element, surrounded by friends, and eager to talk about everything that made her happy. She sat up straighter, and her feet hopped up and down against the floor with excitement. And as Harmonia gave her a tap on the nose, she giggled, before looking back at Kennedy with a grin.

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Chelsea had been through a lot. Ever since she was young, her temper seemed to precede her. Everyone always said she wouldn't be able to make friends, and that she wouldn't be able to get close to anyone. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she struggled to achieve anything she could actually take pride in, whenever anyone looked at her, they could only see the hot-headed brawler who was ready to throw fists at anything that even mildly inconvenienced her, and they stayed clear of her lest they be caught up in the drama that inevitably seemed to follow her wherever she went. She had hoped that pursuing a career in wrestling would change all that - that it might help her take back her own life, giving her something she could truly thrive in.

And, for a time, it had. But after a while, her success ran out, and she saw loss after loss in match after match, no matter how hard she tried to apply herself, and no matter how desperately she tried to cling to success, to find something she could point to as a sign she was more than a cheap joke. That wasn't what truly wore on Chelsea, though. What wore on her was seeing herself booed but her sister cheered every time, even when she was the one who put in all the work, who had been doing this for so much longer. What wore on her was seeing everyone treat her as an outcast, who still wouldn't care even when she won, while Molly seemed to have everything go right for her. She hated feeling jealous of her own sister, but she couldn't shake it nonetheless. Chelsea had tried retreating into the image she'd built up for herself - if everyone expected her to be a rough, crude, irritable lout, then at least if she was true to herself, she wouldn't have to worry about being weak. But the cracks were starting to form when that didn't seem to be doing her any good, either - when all it led to was more mockery, no matter how hard she tried.

But now, all that was behind her. She had finally proven she was worthy of her place in LAW when she had beaten Finella, and made good on all the promises she'd made to herself. She had been cheered, at long last. She and Finella had made up, and they were both ready to face the future together.

And now...all that was left to do was to take that step with George.

Chelsea came stumbling down the hallway, waving the paperwork in her hand. Every time she put down her foot she staggered, but she reached out with her free hand to try and steady herself against the wall. It hurt to put too much pressure down on her leg, but that didn't matter. She still had loose ends left hanging. It was time to tie them off, and she wouldn't let anything hold her back.

This time, when she heard George call out to her, calling her sweetheart, it made her smile a little bit wider. She ran right into George's arms, and this time, as she felt the firm pressure wrap around her, she didn't fight it, or talk back, or say anything. Instead, she looked up into George's eyes, and when she did, the smile widened across her face, the blush rising in her cheeks. Her muscles began to slacken as her body eased, and the hardened look on her face that had looked back at George so many times finally fell away. That part of her was gone. She could leave all the dishonesty and doubt in the past, just like all her hatred for Finella. Now, she had a fresh start. And she was ready to run toward it, never turning back.

She nodded her head, her heart beating even faster in her chest with each word that passed between them - she knew, after all, where it all would lead; what moment this was building up to. Heat ran down her body, and her stomach began to twist with nervous anticipation. But Chelsea knew what needed to be done. And as she looked back up at George, she spoke in a softer voice, a freer voice, a voice without even a hint of the walls she put up around her.

"Yes, George...I've made my decision. I'm going to join you at the pub. But more than that...I want to live with you, George. I want to be with you, and I want to be happy with you, and...and I don't want to lie to myself any more..."

As her emotions came pouring outward, Chelsea sniffled, and tears began to run down her cheeks. But the whole time, her smile never broke.

"You've probably already figured it out, but...I want to say it. It's my turn to say it, now, so...I love you."

And with that, she squeezed her arms even tighter together around his shoulders, lifting herself up to plant a kiss right on his lips.

[Pegasus]

With Jonathan and William too drunk to really get their minds out of the gutter and Ryan talking to Chris with the rocker really enjoying his attention at the moment, Kennedy saw the perfect time to ditch this bar and take Molly out for a night on the town. At least for half an hour before she would return her safely. Kennedy walked over to Harmonia and tapped the ex-model on the shoulder.

“I’m gonna borrow your British love muffin for a few. I hope you don’t mind.” Kennedy stated before looking at Molly getting so excited to be taken out as she chuckled. “She needs to blow off some steam.”

[RedShinigami]

George laughed as tears fell from his eyes while the people standing around them started to clap. It was so fucking cheesy it could have been from a cheap afternoon romance series and still George did'nt care, he had all he wanted right here in his arms. He held Chelsea up, it was easy, even for him, as the lightweight did'nt weigh much. They kissed and never let go of each other, their arms tight around their frames, the papers of the contract flying around them. When they parted, George smiled and nodded. "I love you too,darling.", he said and wanted to let her down before he had a better idea. "Hang on...", he said and put Chelsea on his back before leaving for the beautfiul garden of the hospital. It was a cool but sunny day but the warmth they gave each other let George forget any temperatures, but still, he put Chelsea down, wrapping her in his jacket and then lifting her up again. They walked by the small lake and the Londoners expensive shoes left their marks in the snow. "Thank you sweetheart. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. I swear you will not regret to pick dear old Georgie.", he grinned as they walked on. George held Chelsea, he never would let her fall again, neither in a match, in life or in love. It was a brand new day and both were together now. It was hard to describe. His heart was still beating fast and he could feel Chelseas heart beating just as fast as his. They stopped to look over the icy lake where Jonathan had his unfortunate bath. "I am so happy, I never thought that I could be so happy, still it is unreal.", he chuckled. "Honestly I never would have thought to find someone I want to stay longer then a night Chelsea. But when you walked into my pub I...I just knew that was the bird I want to spend my life with.", he said with a smile. "Seems we have to decorate with FC Liverpool flags now too..."

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Harmonia ordered some pints when she overheard Molly and Kennedy speaking. "Heyyy just a second, just a second here!", she said and walked over to them. "You wanna spend time with MY bunny, MY carrot?! Well, that must be deserved Fräulein Kennedy!", Harmonia said with a grin as she rolled up on of her sleeves. "My sister is featured at the entrance, so it just makes sense for another Edelstein to do a little armwrestling here yes? If you beat me you and Molly can go, if I win you can still go but you owe me a pint!", she laughed and looked at Molly. "Hey, hey don't look so gloomy Molly. Everythings alright, is'nt it Kennedy?", Harmonia grinned and put Molly on her lap before she threw her arm on the table. "Hey boys and girls, gather round, we have a little show for you!", the Austrian chuckled,her first two pints already settling in, lightning her mood as she had one arm around Molly on her lap and the other one on the table. Then she turned to Molly and grinned. "Kiss for good luck?", she said with her unbeatable smile and puckered up . "Hey Yukine, wait with your shot after I won!"

[GolemGuardian]

Chris just sighed and rolled her eyes as Harmonia left as soon as she came. Granted it seemed she intended to return given her request to not take her shot yet. "Fine, but don't take too long Harmonia. Don't want the alcohol to sit too long." The rocker leaned back, starting on her first pint when George got it to her.

[CaptainL]

"K-Kennedy-!!" Molly's face went bright red at Kennedy's choice of description. She blushed even harder when Harmonia - being as competitive as she was, and being as drunk as she was too - decided to declare an arm wrestling match over the honors. The night had barely begun, and already Harmonia looked to be making a scene - she just hoped it wouldn't get out of hand. Harmonia and Kennedy both had a habit of drinking and rabble-rousing, and when their two hot heads collided...well, Molly could only imagine what havoc might be left in their wake. She took in a gulp, straightening herself in her seat as Harmonia guided her into her lap. "W-Well..! I mean, if you want to-! Just...be careful-!"

It didn't do much to ease her concerns when Harmonia called to the others, drawing the attention of everyone in the bar. And it was only when they had everyone's attention on them that Harmonia offered a kiss. Molly could feel every eye resting on her, and that made her fidget back and forth anxiously, the blush rising in her cheeks. "O-Oh, man..." she muttered - she knew she had been put on the spot now. Was she really going to go through with it? It seemed so obvious, and so corny...and yet, coming from Harmonia, she would have felt worse turning her down. Harmonia was a lot of things. She was hot-headed, reckless, a bit foolhardy at times...but she was, above all, her girlfriend.

"Well...all right," Molly said, looking back over at the Austrian. Her expression softened into a smile, and she leaned in closer to plant her lips on Harmonia's own. "For luck!"

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Chelsea was blushing hard too, for her own reasons. Even after the words had left her mouth, she could hardly believe she'd really said them. That wasn't her, she told herself - she wasn't that emotional, and she wasn't that sentimental. She wasn't going to proclaim her love from any rooftops - or so she thought. But around George? Around someone who had believed in her, who understood her, who treated her like a person when everyone else either saw her as a threat or a joke? It just seemed right. If anything, the more Chelsea thought about it, the more she felt sillier for waiting this long. But that didn't matter now - the past didn't matter; only the present and the future. She and George had each other. They could be happy. Chelsea certainly knew she was happy.

She let out a yelp, taken by surprise when George suddenly hoisted her off her feet and onto his back. But it wouldn't take long for the surprised gape on Chelsea's face to turn into a grin, as she let out a laugh. Her arms squeezed tighter around George's shoulders as she nuzzled up against his back, both to keep her on and to get even loser to her. When he placed his jacket on her, she hugged it closer around herself to nestle into its warmth. But the real warmth was in her heart, and inside, she was welling up with a tingly sensation. She knew, now, that she had someone in her life who truly mattered to her, and the feeling was mutual. Chelsea had always yearned for this, but she never thought it would ever come true. But then again...she never thought she and Finella could make up, either.

Once again, she found herself outside in the garden, by the side of the pool. Chelsea took in a long, deep breath, bringing the cool, crisp air into her lungs as she leaned against George. Once again, she was out by the pond with him, just as she had been a couple of days ago. That time, she had felt afraid for the future. She didn't know if Finella would accept her - or if anyone could, after seeing what she'd done in that match, and she was nervous just imagining the ire and disgust with which the Hellraiser might face her. But now, that was in the past. Now, her worries had come and gone, and she had a brighter future to look forward to - and, when she let out a sigh to relax against George, her weight slumped against his as she settled in against his back, she knew she wouldn't be in it alone.

She paused, however, as George went on his own tangent - and her eyebrow rose curiously. It seemed as though the Londoner had his own worries of never being accepted, of never finding anyone. In all the time Chelsea had spoken to him, in all the time she'd opened her heart like she wouldn't do for anyone else, she'd hardly ever seen George with anything but a smile on his face. But now, it seemed, they had more in common than they thought. There was more going on in his head than she thought - and now, it was her turn to notice.

"You..?" she asked, leaning in closer. "But...you're successful, wealthy...handsome...why would you ever think that? You're not like...like me..." She sighed again, her grip on him tightening as she hugged him closer in an attempt to ground her feelings. "I bet a lot of people would've really liked you..."

[Pegasus]

Jonathan nodded off to sleep too drunk to really notice anything going on around him as William had ventured off to his own sleep. William drooled a little bit on the counter and Jonathan saw George grumbling as the flamboyant peacock wiped up the puddle with a white wash rag. Jonathan heard the crowd cheering for a few seconds, but his mind told him sleeping was all he needed to be concerned about. However, Jonathan felt himself come back alive and a hand lifted up to his eyes seemingly rubbing them or putting something inside them as he blinked a few times. Jonathan opened his eyes again and they were red colored this time differing from his normal turquoise ones. He saw the crowd gathering around Kennedy and Harmonia as he saw the distraction a nice time to chat with George.

“I pity you, Mr. Fortunato. Sticking your nose where it certainly doesn’t belong. Dear Chelsea having to yell at you to back off the situation. I hadn’t done a thing. Just asking about Finella’s condition. And you come at me like I’m a bad guy…..hehehehehehe….honestly, do I frighten you that much?” Jonathan asked, getting the peacock’s attention.

“Little George having no idea what he has gotten himself into. I didn’t want to cause a scene so I had to get away from the drama. You were very rude to me. Hehehehehe…..but I can’t say you don’t have a cause for concern. Don’t worry, I have more pressing matters at the moment to get to, but trust me, George, I’m going to get Chelsea and Molly back. Oh, by the way, their names are Mercedes and Vanessa respectively, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Maybe Harmonia and Finella will join my side as more darker versions of their greatest desires. Maybe I can have you for amusement….a jester,” Jonathan explained as he leaned back crossing his arms.

Meanwhile, Kennedy rolled her eyes and pounded her head against the counter looking at a drunk Harmonia. She just wanted some time alone with Molly that she hasn’t gotten in such a long time. Kennedy got her head up and wiped some blonde bangs out of her eyes.

“You’re a pain in my ass, but let’s go, rich bitch,” Kennedy playfully challenged as she set up her open hand to arm wrestle Harmonia.

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Forward in the future, Ryan was in the park near the hospital taking a big white Great Pyrenees on a lovely walk through nature. Bear sniffed at the grass and trudged forward leading Ryan down the path as the smaller Hispanic male almost tripped over himself. He wore a green floral buttoned-up shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers as he kept a firm grip on his pet’s leash. Little did they know, they would be running into George and Chelsea. Bear looked up sticking his tongue out as he noticed Chelsea and barked happily going forward towards the new couple as Ryan shouted in incoherent Spanish to get his dog to stop.

[RedShinigami]

George laughed as he saw the good mood everyone got into, even Chris it seemed had a bit of a smile on her face when she came back from the ladies room. Usually George would have quiped about masturbating in his toilets but he did'nt want to sour the mood of the whitehaired woman which only a day ago had been a soldier on the other side. After the brutal match between both women that ended in glory for the one and tragedy for the other woman he hoped that the deep trenches that been dug by Chelsea and Finella finally got filled. It was a busy evening at the Wolf and the Bunny, the PPV brought people from all over the world to Japan and especially the Brits and Irishmen, but other europeans too where keen to visit a good old pub with the beer they knew. So George, even his waitressess did an amazing job as always, had to help, standing behind the counter, taking orders and preparing drinks. But George did'nt care. He always saw the Wolf and the Bunny as something really private, something that was his home and where he himself would serve drinks and food, talk to people and just be there. In a time where so many restaurants and bars had lost their cozy and comforting touch, George wanted to make feel people like home. And maybe soon, he hoped, someone else would join him here, making it perfect.

And then the crazy irishman talked to him again. George neckhairs stood up when he heard the slight shift of tone in the voice. The other one was back again and George could'nt help but getting a bit nervous, feeling the stare of the man in his back. Ghosts, monsters and demons were not real, they were one thing, they could scare you maybe on the screen but that was all. The real monsters, were humans. And George, who was highly intelligent and very eidetic could'nt help but getting chills when looking at that man. The real monsters looked like everyone else. The nice family father that murdered prostitutes for a hobby, the friendly old neighbour who picked up young man only to rape and kill them. Everyone could be a monster and George knew, deep in his heart that this man could'nt be trusted. He let him speak, he listened to every word and when Jonathan or whoever it was that spoke there finished, it was time for George to make a statement as the Pub owner turned around and slammed both of his hands on the bar, right before Jonathan he rose to his entire height and even if he was lanky, George was not short. He looked Jonathan straight in the eye as he came closer.

"If you think that you can scare Mr. Steele, then I have to dissapoint you. I am from the Eastend. Whatever you show me I have seen already because we guys from the east of London are not like that overblown pansies in the west. You might also be intrested with which people I usually sozialise, well let me put it this way: I speak seven languages, most of them eastern europe, you know why? Oh I think I don't have to explain that, huh? You are nothing more then a big, bulky meathead,sorry, a big bulky psychotic meathead. Of that caliber I know many guys, believe me, your schtick is'nt as entertaining and new as you might think. I myself, are not big or bulky, but I never had to be, I work with something that is far more superior...", he said and tipped against his temple before going on. "You know, Russians, Russians are'nt people, they are animals. They always have been. Hurt a russian or his friends and family and they go full medieval on you. I know guys, twice the size of you that would rip out your dick and balls for a bottle of vodka. That's what animals do. And if it's not a russian then a serb,or an ukranian or a yakuza...", George went on and smiled.

"You, you bloody yank basterd, have nothing, nothing to threaten me. Not even Chelsea. You saw what happened, I would DIE for this woman. And when I am ready to go that far, what do you think how far my friends would go? They would kill your sorry ass before you even turn to me. This is no warning, this is no threat, this is a bloody promise you damn pikey. I can't erase what has happened between you and this girls but you leave them out of your shit, are we clear? You leave Chelsea and Molly out of your sick games, you braindead twat or I swear to god they will never find your body. So, Jonathan, or whoever you are, I won't throw you out because I don't want to ruin this evening but...", he said and came closer, grabbing for Jonathans tie. "If you ever threaten me in my own house again, or my love, her sister, our friends...then I don't care how much muscles you have I will fuck you up, bit by bit, are we clear? And then you will see that this little Jester can do more then dance, sing and doing magic tricks...", he said and shoved Jonathan away before anyone could see them. "So, Mr. Steele. What are we drinking? The next one is ony me..."

Harmonia saw Mollys big eyes and smiled. Oh Molly, peaceloving, sweet Molly. She always wanted for her friends to have the best time and Harmonia knew how especially the fight between Chelsea, her beloved sister and Finella, her friend, had influenced her. But Harmonia wanted to make sure that something like that was'nt the case here and so before they started to test their strength, Harmonia offered Kennedy a hand. "I must say, you are even nicer then Molly had said. It's a pleasure to know you Kennedy. I hope we become good friends., she said out of the bottom of her heart before Molly kissed her, making all the onlookers around them going "OOOOOOH" in return only for Moni to grin, put her hand on Mollys neck and intensify the kiss, making a last a few seconds more, making the most pervy onlookers, look at their feet and into the air before the Superstar broke the kiss. "I love Moll~", she smiled and kissed the tip of Mollys nose before slamming her elbow onto the table, locking up with Kennedy and getting the party started! "Alright, Yankee! Show me what you got!"

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George listend to Chelsea and smiled as he heard her soft voice, a voice only reserved for him , asking him about his status of love. George chuckled. "Chelsea, if I want a relationship, I could have asked on of the countless girls I had since I was here but none of them had any more meaning then a night. And they thought the same about me. In the end I am not as intresting as I seem to be. I am just a humble pubowner who does betting deals with the mob and who likes to wear fancy and colourful clothes. I am nothing special. Take away my looks, my clothing and what remains? As I have said, only a simple pub owner with a sleight of hand as his own talent. No, Chelsea, you were always the right bird for me. Since I saw you coming into my establishment I knew that I always wanted you. When I cooked for you and we...we spent this night, I felt it even more. And when I took the hit for you, something I would never, ever had done for anyone, I knew the deal was sealed. My heart is yours.", he said and leaned back his head so he and Chelsea could look into his others eyes. "Miss Forster, If I may be so blunt and asking about permission to kiss you?", he said in the best british tone he could muster as he heard a dog and saw Ryan and Angel appearing. George smiled a little. Of the guys he liked Ryan the most. He was welcome and as he and Chelsea were on cloud nine anyway, why not share the good news. "Oi, Senor Ryan. Have you met the lady of the Wolf and the Bunny Pub? I would suggest to watch your behaviour in the future, she is a pretty good bouncer too!", he joked and leaned his head against Chelsea. George was happy and both, he and Chelsea just oozed this happiness, having a warm and inviting aura about themselves.


Finella was on her way back to her room as she saw Chris and Moni,that of course meant she saw Moni and a giant wolf plushie that mysteriously walked by itself and seemed to have a white coat of fur above his head as it walked down the corridor next to the blonde woman. Her sisters were here... Finella gave them a big smile and waved her hand. "Hooohoooo! Moni, Plushwolf! I am heeeereeeee!", she grinned.

[GolemGuardian]

There wasn't really much for Chris to do. She just joined the onlookers in silence as the Super-couple shared a kiss and an admittedly cute moment, before Harmonia and Kennedy set up for their arm wrestling. The rocker of course hoped the mother would win, but she chose not to root aloud. She just leaned against the bar and drank from her first pint and watched.

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The Wolf Plushie

Chris smiled as she walked into the hospital, holding a wolf plushie that was almost as big as she was. After George got that little bunny for Chelsea, seeing it a number of times with each visit she paid Fin, she figured the Hellraiser also needed a little stuffed animal. And after taking so long to settle on one that looked good, she may have spent a little extra for a bigger plush. Though the little rocker hadn't considered one little thing: Barely being able to see around the big ol' thing. She could carry it, but she had no visibility. Thankfully Harmonia had apparently come in a little after her and gave her a hand, pulling at the plushie's paw when Chris needed to move one way or not.

The relationship between Fin's sisters hadn't improved much, but the snow haired woman could at least tolerate to be in the vicinity of Harmonia. Any ill will Chris felt towards the Superstar was pushed down so Fin wouldn't worry. They'd definitely need to work through that later, rather than just ignore it, but for now the two would try to just act kind.

Soon she heard a familiar voice ring out from the hallway, a little surprised to hear it outside of her hospital room. Had Fin started walking against her doctor's will, or had she been allowed to stretch her legs at her discretion? Either way, she was up and about, so the surprise was now ruined. Well, might as well follow what she originally had in mind to do. "Woof, bark!" Chris mimicked a dog, setting the big guy down and waving its arms a little and beckoned Fin closer to wrap her in a soft, fluffy hug."Arooo doing good today, Ms. Big Bad Wolf?" She'd kept up the mimicry as she spoke, not letting Fin go from the plush hug until she answered.