L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The red head slowly slurps the strings of the pasta, while trying not to make too much noise as she eats. She was glad that there was a fork, since it's way easier to use it than a chopstick. Looking back at her partner, it seems like the French blondie had already finished drinking both glasses of beer, which makes her quite impressed, but worried if Quetz would pass out anytime soon.

"W-well, I'm sure those specific words would bring you down nonetheless~"

The goddess then took a short rest, lying herself onto the table as Haruka would slowly move all of the things on the table aside to make space for her partner's comfort. Though she was worried, she was glad to see that the sun goddess were able to happily enjoy herself for today, especially after achieving a hard earned victory.

"Me too~ Ruri would be debuting soon, so I think it'd be good to tell her beforehand~"

As the red head finishes up the pasta, slurping on the very last noodle, she puts the plate and empty glasses aside for the waiters to take and clean them up. As Haruka was busy doing something else, she wouldn't notice what the groggy and muscular woman would do. But with the smile on her face as she gives those empty plate to the waiters, The selfie captured her her beautiful expression nonetheless, even though the spring didn't realize that she was being photographed. After she had done with all those things, Haruka would notice the phone on Quetz's hand and assumes that the golden haired woman had already informed her partner.

"Oh you've texted her? That's great~ Though about that, I'm not sure if it would be guaranteed to her to not know about it.. plus didn't you say that you'll be able to kick her ass?"

The blonde smiled looking at Haruka who seemed to put the subject of the match back on the table. She knew this would piss Astrea off but it was fun to pull this prank in addition to being able to fight Haruka again.

"Don't worry, she can't refuse me anything since we lost our last tag match because of her jealousy~"

The goddess laughed and smiled as she thought back to her last tag match with Astrea, a match where she had to fight against one of her best friends, Emma. Obviously, Emma and Quetzalcoatl did not get along together and Astrea, self-centered, tried to anger Emma to make her defeat more humiliating. In the end, it was Quetzalcoatl who paid the price by losing to a breast smother from Emma after Astrea injured her arm. Besides, Quetzalcoatl still didn't know that Emma had kissed her while she was unconscious.

"And she will have to face Ruri! I'm sure my friend is stronger than yours!~"

Quetzalcoatl smiled at the waiter who passed by her as he took her empty glass to wash it. She was a little disappointed not to have another drink but for once, she decided to be careful not to end up completely drunk.

"And otherwise? Are you looking forward to facing me again? I hope you'll prepare special training, the anti-goddess training!~"

Jealousy? Tag Match? It seems like Haruka was curious about what had happened between the two, wanting to know more about it and who knows, she might even get some clues on how to defeat her rival in the next match. Though at this state, she bets that the sun goddess would be passing out anytime soon.

"Fufu~, then I'll look forward to it!"

As the tables get cleaned up and the amount of people in the restaurant starts to decrease, Haruka starts to pack her things up in her handbag, before standing up and holding her rival's hand

"We'll see, alright. Let's go, I don't want you to be wasted here~"

With the frown on the blondie's face, Haruka smiled as she acts like the blondie's parental figure, helping her partner up to walk towards her car, leaving the restaurants. But good god, the crimson could tell that the sun goddess is way heavier when she's drunk.

"Nnnhh.. O-of course, don't hold back anything alright!"

Eventually, both of the women managed to get into the car as the blonde goddess were half awake in the state of drunkenness. They both drifted through the night, separating ways, preparing for the day that they would tussle with each other with their respective partners.