Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 17:43:06 GMT -5
“I tell her man's not hot...I tell her man's not hot...the girl told me, ‘Take off your jacket’...I said, ‘Babes, man's not hot’...”
The off key rapping voice of possibly Joshua Samson, Esquire echoes throughout the steamed filled hotel bathroom caused by the heated water from the shower. It had not been but more than a few hours since he and Astrid Sedin had arrived to Melbourne, Australia by way of private jet.
”I tell her man's not hot...I tell her man's not hot...the girl told me, ‘Take off your jacket’...I said, ‘Babes, man's not hot’...”
Astrid: WHAT ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?
Astrid banged on the other side of bathroom door.
Samson: WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU BANGING ON THE DAMN DOOR?! IT’S OPEN!
Astrid: It’s my way of saying hush it. I can hear your bad rapping out here.
Samson: WHAT?! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!
Astrid: Oh you liar!
She pushes open the door and sticks her head in.
Astrid: CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
Poking his wet haired head out of the shower door, he gives the love of his life a puzzled look.
Samson: Why in the hell are you screaming, Lil’ Bit?
Astrid: Your horrible rapping is disrupting my yoga sir. If you want me to be calm and centered going into this match… you need to let me find my chi or something like that.
Samson: Horrible? I’ll have you know I have a platinum album dropping in Cambodia.
He chuckles as he wipes a layer of dripping water from his face with his open palm.
Samson: My bad though. I thought you were out running?
Astrid: I decided against it. Maybe I’ll go to the gym later or something. But right now my brain is all over the place.
Samson: Want to get in here with me and discuss it?
He looks at her seductively.
Astrid: While that sounds enticing… I have a few appointments today and I should really get ready for them.
Samson: You do have to bathe before these appointments right? I’m really talking about you getting in, bathing, and we talk. Just. Talk.
Astrid: I took a shower when I woke up but didn’t wash my hair because that's the one appointment I have and they’ll wash it there. You just want to see my boobs.
He tries to stifle a laugh but fails miserable.
Samson: Well...that too.
Reaches over to grab a towel hanging nearby, wrapping it around his waist as he steps out of the shower.
Samson: So talk to me, Astrid. What’s going on?
Astrid: It’s just… it seems that Misty is succeeding in her quest of tearing us apart. SamFam I mean. Bill… the things he said…
Joshua rolls his eyes as he leans back onto the sink.
Samson: Forget Misty, Asti. She’s unknowingly overplayed her hand and it’s going to bite her in the ass come Revenge. I’ve already seen to that. As far as, Bill...there is nothing to discuss. He let out his feelings about me...you...us all over Twitter.
Astrid: Freakin’ calling me a homewrecker though was highly uncalled for. I didn’t know you were married before Christmas Chaos so I don’t think that label applies to me. I thought he was my friend. I said the things I said purely out of anger but the things he said…
She sighed deeply as she sat on the closed toilet. He folds his arms across his chest.
Samson: You’re right when you said he’s changed since the match between the two of you. First I thought he was thinking I was more behind you than him but then I started thinking that maybe he’s jealous about you and me? I never thought anything because he’s with Amanda Panda but the more I thought about it…
Astrid: I don’t know what’s going on with him and it’s really starting to bother me. Maybe he’s making a play to make Misty think there’s something going on and she’s winning. I don’t know. What I do know is that Beach Club Villas in Disney World was the only home resort I wanted.
Samson: Beach Club Villas? You talking about the timeshare you recently acquired?
Astrid: Yeah… the Disney Vacation Club place. It’s a short walk to Epcot from there so I thought that was pretty cool. It was actually tough to pick between that and Animal Kingdom Lodge. You and I… we should go sometime.
Samson: You and your obsession with Disney. How about this, Lil’ Bit, we go but when we go we will be happily married.
No noticeable nervousness in sight, Joshua transitions smoothly down to one knee in front of Astrid.
Samson: Astrid Rona Sedin, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
Astrid couldn’t help but smile… and laugh a little bit.
Astrid: You’re really doing that now? While you’re all wet and naked?
Samson: Well the last time I did it I was all wet from sweat and fully clothed. This way I don’t ruin one of my good suits.
He slips her hands into his and stares up into her eyes.
Samson: Marry me, Astrid.
Astrid: You should already know the answer.
Samson: I do but my heart needs to hear it to be said aloud.
Astrid: Yes…
Astrid smiled from ear to ear, tucking a section of her blonde hair behind her ear.
Samson: WOOHOO!!!
In his excitement he jumps to his feet, pulling Astrid’s small frame up with him to embrace her, not noticing, or caring, that the towel around his waist falls to the floor.
Samson: I love you! I love you! I love you!
Astrid: I love you too. But right now, you’re soaking wet and uh… your towel fell.
She couldn’t help but laugh as she nudged the towel back his way with her foot. He plants a huge kiss upon her lips before reaching down to address the towel.
Samson: We need to celebrate. We need to call my parents. We need to call Hanna.
Astrid: The calls can wait. Because it’s pretty late in the states right now. As for the celebrating… arrange a dinner or something for after my appointments. The hair place is doing my hair and nails at the same time and then I have a facial.
Samson: Of course, of course. I still have some appointments planned today too. Tonight though we celebrate indeed, soon-to-be Mrs. Sedin.
Astrid: I think you mean Samson.
She giggled a little bit as she looked up into his eyes.
Samson: Of course that’s what I mean.
He gives her another kiss.
Samson: So you go do what you have to do. Give me a call when you finish.
Astrid: That I can do. But first… I kind of need a little something, something.
She smirks as she holds up her left hand.
Samson: Huh? Oh, yeah. Hold on…
Making a mad dash out of the bathroom, the Executive Representative of the Samson Family can be heard searching about in the off-camera room. After a few moments, he returns to the bathroom by sliding in on one knee and stopping in front of the Queen of Anarchy. He gently takes her left hand and pushes a diamond engagement ring upon it.
Samson: Better?
Astrid: Much…
She kisses him again, her left hand gently caressing the side of his face.
Samson: See what my rapping can do? Man’s not hot...
The couple embraces in a passionate kiss as the scene fades.
The off key rapping voice of possibly Joshua Samson, Esquire echoes throughout the steamed filled hotel bathroom caused by the heated water from the shower. It had not been but more than a few hours since he and Astrid Sedin had arrived to Melbourne, Australia by way of private jet.
”I tell her man's not hot...I tell her man's not hot...the girl told me, ‘Take off your jacket’...I said, ‘Babes, man's not hot’...”
Astrid: WHAT ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?
Astrid banged on the other side of bathroom door.
Samson: WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU BANGING ON THE DAMN DOOR?! IT’S OPEN!
Astrid: It’s my way of saying hush it. I can hear your bad rapping out here.
Samson: WHAT?! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!
Astrid: Oh you liar!
She pushes open the door and sticks her head in.
Astrid: CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
Poking his wet haired head out of the shower door, he gives the love of his life a puzzled look.
Samson: Why in the hell are you screaming, Lil’ Bit?
Astrid: Your horrible rapping is disrupting my yoga sir. If you want me to be calm and centered going into this match… you need to let me find my chi or something like that.
Samson: Horrible? I’ll have you know I have a platinum album dropping in Cambodia.
He chuckles as he wipes a layer of dripping water from his face with his open palm.
Samson: My bad though. I thought you were out running?
Astrid: I decided against it. Maybe I’ll go to the gym later or something. But right now my brain is all over the place.
Samson: Want to get in here with me and discuss it?
He looks at her seductively.
Astrid: While that sounds enticing… I have a few appointments today and I should really get ready for them.
Samson: You do have to bathe before these appointments right? I’m really talking about you getting in, bathing, and we talk. Just. Talk.
Astrid: I took a shower when I woke up but didn’t wash my hair because that's the one appointment I have and they’ll wash it there. You just want to see my boobs.
He tries to stifle a laugh but fails miserable.
Samson: Well...that too.
Reaches over to grab a towel hanging nearby, wrapping it around his waist as he steps out of the shower.
Samson: So talk to me, Astrid. What’s going on?
Astrid: It’s just… it seems that Misty is succeeding in her quest of tearing us apart. SamFam I mean. Bill… the things he said…
Joshua rolls his eyes as he leans back onto the sink.
Samson: Forget Misty, Asti. She’s unknowingly overplayed her hand and it’s going to bite her in the ass come Revenge. I’ve already seen to that. As far as, Bill...there is nothing to discuss. He let out his feelings about me...you...us all over Twitter.
Astrid: Freakin’ calling me a homewrecker though was highly uncalled for. I didn’t know you were married before Christmas Chaos so I don’t think that label applies to me. I thought he was my friend. I said the things I said purely out of anger but the things he said…
She sighed deeply as she sat on the closed toilet. He folds his arms across his chest.
Samson: You’re right when you said he’s changed since the match between the two of you. First I thought he was thinking I was more behind you than him but then I started thinking that maybe he’s jealous about you and me? I never thought anything because he’s with Amanda Panda but the more I thought about it…
Astrid: I don’t know what’s going on with him and it’s really starting to bother me. Maybe he’s making a play to make Misty think there’s something going on and she’s winning. I don’t know. What I do know is that Beach Club Villas in Disney World was the only home resort I wanted.
Samson: Beach Club Villas? You talking about the timeshare you recently acquired?
Astrid: Yeah… the Disney Vacation Club place. It’s a short walk to Epcot from there so I thought that was pretty cool. It was actually tough to pick between that and Animal Kingdom Lodge. You and I… we should go sometime.
Samson: You and your obsession with Disney. How about this, Lil’ Bit, we go but when we go we will be happily married.
No noticeable nervousness in sight, Joshua transitions smoothly down to one knee in front of Astrid.
Samson: Astrid Rona Sedin, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
Astrid couldn’t help but smile… and laugh a little bit.
Astrid: You’re really doing that now? While you’re all wet and naked?
Samson: Well the last time I did it I was all wet from sweat and fully clothed. This way I don’t ruin one of my good suits.
He slips her hands into his and stares up into her eyes.
Samson: Marry me, Astrid.
Astrid: You should already know the answer.
Samson: I do but my heart needs to hear it to be said aloud.
Astrid: Yes…
Astrid smiled from ear to ear, tucking a section of her blonde hair behind her ear.
Samson: WOOHOO!!!
In his excitement he jumps to his feet, pulling Astrid’s small frame up with him to embrace her, not noticing, or caring, that the towel around his waist falls to the floor.
Samson: I love you! I love you! I love you!
Astrid: I love you too. But right now, you’re soaking wet and uh… your towel fell.
She couldn’t help but laugh as she nudged the towel back his way with her foot. He plants a huge kiss upon her lips before reaching down to address the towel.
Samson: We need to celebrate. We need to call my parents. We need to call Hanna.
Astrid: The calls can wait. Because it’s pretty late in the states right now. As for the celebrating… arrange a dinner or something for after my appointments. The hair place is doing my hair and nails at the same time and then I have a facial.
Samson: Of course, of course. I still have some appointments planned today too. Tonight though we celebrate indeed, soon-to-be Mrs. Sedin.
Astrid: I think you mean Samson.
She giggled a little bit as she looked up into his eyes.
Samson: Of course that’s what I mean.
He gives her another kiss.
Samson: So you go do what you have to do. Give me a call when you finish.
Astrid: That I can do. But first… I kind of need a little something, something.
She smirks as she holds up her left hand.
Samson: Huh? Oh, yeah. Hold on…
Making a mad dash out of the bathroom, the Executive Representative of the Samson Family can be heard searching about in the off-camera room. After a few moments, he returns to the bathroom by sliding in on one knee and stopping in front of the Queen of Anarchy. He gently takes her left hand and pushes a diamond engagement ring upon it.
Samson: Better?
Astrid: Much…
She kisses him again, her left hand gently caressing the side of his face.
Samson: See what my rapping can do? Man’s not hot...
The couple embraces in a passionate kiss as the scene fades.