Last Warrior chats

The shower after a match is an extremely satisfying experience, so it's an **** annoyance when there's none free. Staring at the walls, welts burning, awkward little 'how you doing?' glances with passers by. When the Last Warrior comes to the same predicament, she mimics your stance leaning against the wall. Small talk comes slowly. No polite way to say 'so we just tried to kill each other.'

"Pbpbpbpbp" you sputter in boredom.

"Yep" she agrees.

Your towel hangs off your waist, hers is slung over her shoulder. Every part of her on display. Just as stunning as before, the blue body paint replaced by bruises. Sweat trickles over her curves, both hard & soft. Your exhausted boner raises your towel.

"Huh, no keeping some people down." Warrior is only barely interested.

"Speak for yourself." She hasn't noticed her nipples poking up. When she does, she chuckles.

"Question Warrior."

"Hmm?"

"Why are you pissy about your real name?"

Your former foe glares back at you.

"It's just, you're not fucking shy, so why the secrecy?"

She stares past you for a solid minute. You assume you've shut down the conversation, when out of nowhere...

"Ya know I'm on my gap year?"

You nod.

"Folks back home already scarlet 'bout my Celt & Gaul studies. Right traditional they are. They find out I'm fuck fightin' across the pond I'm the black sheep forever. So, no names."

Christ I really stepped in it.

Fortunately, your awkward response is interrupted someone exiting the shower room. Warrior ducks in. But she doesn't leave you to mope.

"You wanna make up for putting yer foot in it?"

You perk up.

"Come give me a fun shower."

You don't have to be told twice.