The screen flashes a sharp white before it focuses into a nondescript location that looked sort of like a living room. Upon a large, chair with high arms and made from black leather, lounged Gwenivere Jordan, her back against one arm, legs draped over the other. Zane, the black kitten, snoozed on her shoulder. An ash tray was perched on her knee and a cigarette was pinched between her index and middle fingers. Behind her, hovered Tony Millennia, hands resting flat against the top of the chair. Gwenivere exhales, before gazing straight at the camera.

Gwenivere Jordan: As I expected… little Timmay thought he could get away with not showing what happened during our… date at Starbucks.

At that moment, Gwenivere lifts up a black cassette tape, that sick smile crossing those pouted and pierced lips of hers.

Gwenivere Jordan: I figured Mister Ego would have a problem with what happened, so I paid a few people to wear hidden cameras and microphones. In a few moments, you’ll see the lovely events that took place during our date.

The screen fades to black before rising again. The view was sort of fuzzy around the edges and shakey. A few different views snapped on, showing all different angles of the table where Timmay sat. Down in the corner of the screen, flashed the SIN Wreslting logo with “Earlier” written beneath it…

There are many people around, but one that sticks out the most is Hardcore Timmay, sitting at a table, facing the door. Two styrofoam cups sit in front of him, no doubt containing Espressos. He looks like he’s waiting intently, all cleaned up and dressed to kill. The door opens with the ring of the bell and in walks Gwenivere Jordan, dressed in a little black dress that was off the shoulder and ended an inch or so above her knees, with knee-high hooker boots. A faint smile parts her lips as she sits down right beside Timmay.

Gwenivere Jordan: Ah, chéri, my apologies for being late. Had to pretty myself up.

Hardcore Timmay: (Eyeing her up and down.) It was worth the wait…

Gwenivere smiles, opening her espresso and taking a sip of it slowly. Hardcore Timmay spreads his arm over the back of Gwenivere’s seat, leaning in close to her to whisper something inaudible into her ear. Gwenivere’s slender brow raises over those blue eyes, that sort of sick smile coming to her lips. The camera zooms in close to their faces as Gwen turns her head to the side. Their lips came within inches of each other. Suddenly, there is the sound of liquid hitting solid. Timmay’s eyes go wide. The camera zooms out quickly to show Gwenivere pouring the entire hot, large espresso onto Timmay’s lap.

Gwenivere Jordan: I’ve always liked my men in hot pants…

Gwenivere vaults to her feet and a few steps away as a blurred figure slams into the back of Timmay, knocking him off his chair and smashing him through the table. The other occupants of Starbucks gasp and back away, staring. Gwen watches with that smile plastered on her face. Timmay lays nearly motionless on the remnants of the table with Gwenivere and Tony Millennia hovering over him. Gwen moves in close, lips close to his ear and face.

Gwenivere Jordan: Thanks for the espresso, chéri…

Millennia helps Gwenivere to her feet and gives Timmay a swift kick in the side, no doubt bruising something. The scene fades with Tony Millennia escorting Gwenivere from Starbucks, arm in arm, laughing as if nothing violent had ever happened.

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