One more roadblock

I don't think I had ever seen a funnier expression on someone's face as I did when we approached the usher with out tickets. I tried to be sympathetic to him, this was something no one in his field would ever stumble across; unless they worked in one of those places that are weirdness magnets, like Florida or NYC.

Seriously, it's bizarre that Regina, who I first saw wrapped in chains, was the most normal looking out of the three of us. She was a tall woman with long white hair, surely due to it being dyed. And she had a few black kiss marks around her face. Sure, unusual, but that was it.

Next to her it was me, the far taller mountain of muscles, wearing a shirt of myself bleeding out with a smile. Sure, Regina was also wearing the same shirt, but it's significantly less weird to have a shirt with other people bleeding on it (I think). And I my kiss marks were white, which was a way less common color for lipstick, and concentrated on my forehead, bringing attention to it.

Finally, there was Aaliyah, or to put it in terms of what he saw, a walking pair of giant tits begin followed by a giant pair of ass cheeks, covered by a yellow dress that was pulling on an Olympic-worthy effort to not get ripped to shreds and let the world see her in her birthday suit. Oh, and the moment he tried to not be a pervert, he saw that her arms and her legs had strange warped versions of checkerboard patterns, all thanks to our kisses.

Even as we got right in front of us, he just stared in silence, but I felt like it was appropriate to put an end to that. "Yep, Samantha Huge, the wrestler." I introduce myself. "That's why you kept staring at me and my friends, right?" I protectively put an arm over both of them. "Because you were surprised over seeing someone that you respect so much, right?". Of course, he would have no idea of who a no-name wrestler like me was, but I think he got the message that I was 'subtly' letting him know that he had seen enough.

"Oh yeah." He pretended to know me, probably as a result of seeing my biceps twitch at him. "You're the one that... You-"

"Wait, I think I know who you are..." I looked down at his name tag. Why did they have name tags? It was weird, but I wasn't gonna complain. "You're the same Tyler that ordered a shirt this morning, right?"

He was sweating profusely. "Yes, madam, how did-"

"I had a feeling." I interrupted as I got more in his face. "Hey, Tyler, I think the order got canceled, so you're gonna have to do it over again. Since I don't see anyone else in line, why don't I make sure that this time the order goes trough? Just let my girls walk ahead to their seats, alright?" He nodded as I put my arms out of their shoulders. "Keep my seat warm, me an Tyler might need to make the order over and over to make sure it goes trough."

"Is she seriously intimidating him to sell him her shirts?"
"Yeah, that's a thing that Sam likes to do to people"
"Why?"
"You've talked with Sam with the last hour, why do you think she does anything?"
"...Because she finds it fun?"
"Congratulations, you now know why Sam does anything not related to her survival."
"Do you really think she's that simple minded?"
"I know it because I'm the same. Do you really ever do stuff for other reasons? It all boils down to survival and fun, at the end of the day"
"Huh, never thought about it like that."
"Don't beat yourself up about it, I'm an intellectual, after all."
"I really don't think you are, tho."