Keep Rollin', Rollin', Rollin' (for Letta)

[CyanDimitrik]

Laxia is a harder nut to crack, Bandita is finding. Not many can claim to be impervious to her sad puppy look. There's some real artistry behind it! It takes a lot to get your way as the eldest of three siblings! But Laxia, she's practically scoffing at her big, pitiful eyes.

Even when she tried reverse psychology! Only parents should ever have such finely tuned deflectors against an attack of this magnitude! And she's pretty sure Laxia would've mentioned it if she had kids! It's downright unfair that she should be so smitten with a girl invulnerable to her wiles! So she has but one option left: assaulting the pride!

...!

Success!

She has to play it cool. Aloof, even! Lest she lose her edge! Worse, if she giggles! So that little nose remains pointed at its superior angle.

"Hmf. I already have," Bandita asserts. "And since you won't wrestle me, you don't get to complain about it."

Without looking, she delicately plucks a fry from a nearby basket. The fry is wagged as she speaks, as if vaguely conducting the matter: "I'll stay queen of 'de beach. And you can just... you know, not have to suffer 'de indignity of being pinned. You just..."

The fry stops wagging. Her eyes open to sly slits, gaze cut askance to the noble.

"...have to admit I would win in a bikini match. And 'den I'll let it go."

[Letta]

Up until now, Laxia had managed to weave her way around every little scheme Bandita had used to tug at her heart. The pleading eyes. The reverse psychology. The shameless teasing. But there was one thing she simply couldn’t let slide. Bandita talking as though pinning her again in their next match was already a foregone conclusion. That was simply incorrect. And when something was incorrect, it needed correcting...! But then.. She already had a beach match with someone..?

Laxia’s thoughts stumbled over that particular detail. Back in the locker room, Bandita had confessed that *something* between them had been a first for her. And now that she thought about it, Bandita had mentioned other things she was experiencing for the first time with Laxia as well. There had been something strangely intimate about the way she spoke of it, about sharing those little firsts with her. Of course, that didn’t necessarily mean she’d never wrestled another woman in a bikini before. Bandita had been wrestling longer than Laxia had, after all. It was perfectly plausible.

And Laxia certainly wasn’t in any position to complain. So why was it bothering her so much? Bandita, wearing a bikini and rolling around with some other woman... Were beach matches really that common around here?

By that point, Bandita’s words had struck far closer to home than Laxia cared to admit, leaving the aristocrat momentarily unable to come up with a proper response. “Th-that...!” Her lips pursed into a decidedly sulky pout. “Who said I wouldn’t wrestle you?! I merely...” Her protest trailed off. Somewhere along the way, Laxia’s attention had become completely fixed on the french fry in Bandita’s hand. Like a puppy waiting for a treat, those large blue eyes followed it from side to side with every little movement of Bandita’s wrist.

Then the fry stopped. So did Laxia’s gaze. And when Bandita finally delivered her condition, the entranced noblewoman jolted as though suddenly waking from a trance and snapped her attention back toward the luchadora. This time with an especially haughty look. “As I said before, you seem to be under some very serious misconception!” Her cheeks puffed ever so slightly. “Do you honestly think pinning me is going to be that easy?” All she had to do was admit that Bandita would win in a bikini match. That was it. End of story. It shouldn’t have been difficult. “Khh...!” For Laxia, apparently, it was.

“I refuse to admit it...!” She folded her arms firmly across her chest again, lifted her chin high, and closed her eyes as though issuing some grand royal decree. A brief silence followed. “Then... I suppose we’ll just have to settle it in the ring.” One blue eye cracked open. “If I pin you... that means I get to take your ‘Queen of the Beach’ title, doesn’t it?” And somehow, without even realizing when it had happened.. Laxia had walked straight back into the palm of Bandita’s hand.

[CyanDimitrik]

This was a whole different kind of fun. The sort that Bandita couldn't possibly have expected to have with her date today. And it even portends their next date, maybe! One in the ring! One that would probably only be romantic specifically for a pair of professional wrestlers. And listening to Laxia work through the challenge, the gauntlet thrown, the proverbial glove slap, it was all delightful. Being a born and bred entertainer came with perks beyond simple showmanship - there's a level of manipulative finesse involved! One Laxia had hitherto seemed impervious against!

Oh, so satisfying, hearing that dam break!

"Ohh?," drawls Bandita when she declares her refusal to admit it. She pops an eyebrow, which happens to have the effect of causing the upper ridge of that side of her mask to lift. She's still looking at her; her being haughty, superior in return. It's precious. Adorable. She may never tell her that, but it's absolutely one of the cutest ways she's ever seen her. Possibly because it's always been brought about by Bandita deliberately being teasing or bratty. It's a part of the game they play, their romance language.

The corner of her lips lift just slightly, but it changes everything about her expression. It is now firmly embedded in the realm of 'smug'.

"If you pin me. If."

Beat.

She suddenly whirls her upper-body to face Laxia, and she's practically pouncing herself at her date's nearest arm to cling. The fry is kept carefully angled away so as to not smush the spud into her hoodie. "It's a date! You better find a nice bikini, too!," she demands. "Because mine looks really good! And- oh! Should we add any stipulations to it?"

She gasps, eyes widening with a sparkly quality. "Should we make it one of 'dose prisoner-of-war ones? Where 'de winner keeps 'de loser?" Her mouth is definitely getting ahead of her head. If she won that, it would mean having to either rent a hotel room, or bringing Laxia home to meet the family in her cramped apartment. The mask would have to come off eventually, because she couldn't expect her family to maintain the charade for her...