Post by Deleted on May 9, 2018 14:47:03 GMT -5
MAY 5, 2018 – AFTER ANARCHY CONCLUDES
Clairissa Firth walks into the lobby of the Renaissance Raleigh North Hills Hotel, slinging her brown leather purse over her shoulder as she looked around. She had a slight look of worry on her face as she pushed her sunglasses up to the top of her head, walking through and taking note of everyone around. It was clear that she was looking for someone.
Clairissa: I hope I’m not too late.
She found a chair and sat upon it, waiting for the person to arrive. A few feet away the elevator “dings” right before the doors slide open. Jazmin Davis, dressed in a blue official California Wrestling Division promotional t-shirt tied in a knot on the side with white leggings and white Air Max tennis shoes, steps out of the elevator. The young woman walks into the lobby area and looks about.
Jazmin: I wonder if she’s even goin’ to show up?
Clairissa looks up smiles gently, gets up to her feet and approaches Jazmin.
Clairissa: Jazmin? Hello, I’m Clair Firth… Astrid aunt.
Jazmin: Well, hello, Mrs. Clair. For a minute I didn’t even think you were goin’ to show up.
Clairissa: Oh please, just call me Clair. I was actually running a little late because there was some construction going on and traffic was moving slowly. It’s nice to meet you and I’m glad you agreed to meet with me.
Jazmin: I’m from the South, Mrs. Clair. If there’s one thing we’re big on down here is our manners. Besides if my parents found out that I didn’t put a handle on an elders name I’d get a beatin’.
The young college student giggles.
Jazmin: So…?
Clairissa: We both know they still care about each other, despite all the tweets that would say otherwise. I’ve never staged an intervention before and now we stand to do two in the coming days. You obviously know Joshua more than I do and I know Astrid more than you do. So how do you suggest we proceed since he’s due back any moment now?
Jazmin: Hmmm, honestly I’m not sure how Uncle Joshua will take this. I can only guess we just hit him with our thoughts. He’s a guy that makes a living with his mouth so matchin’ wits with him will probably be a losin’ affair.
Clairissa: Good thing I’m married to a lawyer. I can go toe to toe with the best of them. Besides, the best way to make people listen to you… isn’t going to be good for them.
Clairissa tucks a section of her espresso colored locks behind her ear.
Clairissa: Besides, if you think this is bad… just wait until we do Astrid’s. She wants to claw your eyes out so I hope you have a good apology planned.
The second generation wrestler rolls her eyes as she huffs a little bit.
Jazmin: I guess….we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
Clairissa: If we put a bottle of wine in front of her it shouldn’t be too bad.
The lawyer’s wife giggled slightly.
Clairissa: I just have one question, your comments weren’t intentional and meant as a joke right?
Jazmin: The comments about the age? No, ma’am, they weren’t intentional. Astrid brought the subject up first and I just tweeted that compared to me she was old. I mean, I’m only twenty and with her being twenty-six that is a big difference. From there it blew up with her sayin’ I was bein’ disrespectful. All the times we’ve ever communicated before it had alway been light-hearted.
Clairissa: I think with all the things she’s been going through lately, anything was bound to set her off. It was literally the wrong place, wrong time kind of situation. It pains me to see her this way especially after the shit she’s had to deal with in her past. But that’s a different story for another time.
Jazmin: I guess I can understand that. It’s none of my business, Mrs. Clair, but is she seein’ a therapist or counselor? Gettin’ some of that crap she’s dealin’ with off her chest could surely help her.
Clairissa: I know she’s got a standing Wednesday appointment with a therapist but I also know she’s not getting enough sleep, being told to just drink chamomile tea… I think it’s a combination of the stress of the Kelli situation and the lack of sleep that is pushing her over the edge. I heard about the challenge she made towards Kelli and I think that match would’ve been the thing to make her normal again.
Jazmin: Good ol’ Auntie Kelli…
Jazmin shakes her head in dismay.
Clairissa: So are you ready to do this? It’s going to be tough for both of us and I will buy you dinner to make up for it.
Jazmin: No need, Mrs. Clair. Just gettin’ them back together is goin’ to be payment enough.
Clairissa: Jazmin, if you won’t accept it I will send you a gift card to a restaurant. Just name the place.
Jazmin: It’s not needed, Mrs. Clair. Trust me, I’m good. But he doesn’t look it…
The twenty-year old points in the direction of the revolving hotel door where Joshua Samson, Esquire enters. The Anarchy General Manager appears visibly exhausted, his green silk tie completely undone and hanging from underneath his open collar of his black dress shirt. Even though it’s late into the North Carolina night, Joshua still has his dark sunglasses covering his eyes.
Jazmin: Here we go.
Clairissa: It’s now or never now.
Clairissa takes a deep breath and approaches Joshua.
Clairissa: Hello Joshua, I know you don’t really know who I am so let me introduce myself. I am Clairissa Firth, Astrid’s aunt.
Taken aback, Joshua peers at the older woman before noticing his “niece” standing by her side.
Samson: Aunt Clair. Yes, I remember meeting you at the Christmas party. Funny seeing you here….in North Carolina….at the Renaissance….at this point in time.
Joshua removes his shades and glares daggers at Jazmin. She shrugs her shoulders, feigning innocence. Shaking his head, he puts the shades back on.
Clairissa: I’m here to talk to you so I can get your side and be able to comprehend everything that’s been going on the past few days. Astrid doesn’t know that I’m here, so you don’t have to worry about her finding out about this conversation.
Samson: This your doing, Jazzy?
Jazmin: Well...it was the only right thing to do, Unk. I sure couldn’t convince you by myself so I had to call in some help.
Samson: There’s nothing to discuss, ladies. Astrid made her intentions very clear and she has been holding steadfast to them since this all started days ago.
On his left hand pinky finger, Joshua plays with whatever appears to be a platinum band, quite possibly an engagement ring but there is no clear visual.
Clairissa: Look, I don’t want to take sides here, but in any part of the past few days did you think that maybe Astrid snapped because of everything that has been going on with your ex-wife? Over the past few months, I’ve noticed changes in her behavior and actions both in person and through the way she talks over the phone with Hanna. She’s even told me that she’s went back into therapy after Kelli’s reappearance in your life. I’m worried about her and I know deep down inside, as much as you don’t want to admit it… you do too.
Clair looks at Joshua with a warm, calming gaze.
Jazmin: And since I’ve been here all you’ve been doin’ is goin’ on and on about her….how you miss her...how you need her in your life.
Samson: Those were moments of clouded judgment, my mind was intoxicated. Clair, I can completely understand what Astrid is going through because of my estranged wife. I’ve had issues as well but the difference between the two of us is that at the first sign of trouble I don’t throw it all to hell. She needs to grow up a lot. You know that as well as I do.
Clairissa: From my point of view it seems like you both do. Do you even know how hard it was for her to even let you in? After what her parents put her through, I didn’t think she’d ever be able to trust anyone again the way that she, trusts, well I guess trusted, you. And she’s such a stubborn fool sometimes that yeah, she can be a bit childish. But that doesn’t mean that you can give up on her the way that you did. But do you want to know what she’s really been like these past few days?
Clair folded her arms across her chest. Joshua continues spinning the ring on his pinky finger. Jazmin looks between the two older adults.
Clairissa: She’s been a broken mess that even a trip to King of Prussia mall couldn’t cure. I’ve lost count at the number of wine bottles I’ve put in the recycling. And do you know what caused it all? Do you want to know? Three little words typed on a social media platform...well hello, Kelli….
Samson: Hmm, funny I could have swore all of this started because your niece blew a fuse over a tweet from my niece. I think your bias is showing, Clair.
Clairissa: Hey, I didn’t say she was pissed off about the whole situation. But like I said, she was already on edge and when the whole thing went down, yeah sure, she was really catty… but you didn’t have to go after her like she was a lamb at the slaughter. All she wanted from you was to talk to her and when she realized that wasn’t going to happen… she acted the only way she saw fit. She’s tired of fighting her inner demons that she’s kept dormant for a few years and Kelli coming into your lives the way she did brought them back out. I was there for her during her darkest days and I’m afraid that she’s headed that way again. It’s why Miss Jazmin and I are here.
Samson: Regardless of that past she keeps locked away out of fear, your niece needs to learn about humility, respect, and most of all, love, Clair. I have done nothing but be there for that little girl, building her up, in hopes she could unlock that darkness and face it like a woman. I’m not in the wrong in all of this. Astrid is.
The fidgets of the ring become quicker.
Jazmin: But what about Ke--
Joshua stares at Jazmin, stopping her cold in her sentence.
Samson: What about her?
Jazmin: Umm, nothin’, I guess.
Clair starts to become a bit agitated.
Clairissa: Yeah, what about Kelli? Because it seems that you were more willing and open to helping her cope with her demons but when it comes to Astrid it’s all a different story. You two were living together for months so you should’ve known that it isn’t easy for her to open up and you sometimes just have to grin and bear it. Putting light where there is darkness isn’t easy when it comes to Astrid. You just have to be patient sometimes and she’ll let you know when she’s ready to talk. Do you even realize that the challenge she made towards Kelli was for you? Astrid wanted you to be able to keep hold of everything you held dear: ISM, the house… everything.
Samson: Pardon my straightforwardness and my language, Clair, but FUCK THAT! Astrid wants to live in an adult world then she has to cope with adult situations in an adult way. I have no time to over coddle her especially when I have already been doing that.
Joshua, exhaling, rubs his beard.
Samson: And I asked her, told her, forbade her from issuing that challenge. We discussed that it wasn’t needed for her to put herself in the line of fire in that way. My sports management firm, my house, I didn’t need any of that. The only thing I needed was Astrid.
Clairissa: You are not getting it! She didn’t want you to give up and she knew that you wouldn’t have gotten into the ring to face Kelli. And forbidding her to do something… doesn’t that sound like something you would tell a child? She’s a 26 year old woman, perfectly capable of making mistakes. Yeah I agree… she’s a bit childish at times but when you’re raised with parents who don’t give a flying fuck about you and just ship you off to boarding school… she doesn’t know what it’s like to be loved. She had her grandparents that adored her yeah, but they died when she was 16 and just before she turned 18. If you didn’t want her to act like a child then you shouldn’t have treated her like one, telling her what to eat and what she can’t do like you’re her father. She’s in her hotel room, a broken crying mess right now because of what you have in your pocket in addition to the fact that she thinks you slept with Kelli.
It is clear that Clair is becoming angry.
Clairissa: Your little Jake, no Jason guy… said he left you at the bar with her and you were drunk like you have been and might even be now. And that killed her inside. I was there that night with her because if I didn’t stay, who’s to say she’d even be here right now. She’d probably still be back in West Chester in some sort of drunken stupor.
Samson: What are you implying, Mrs. Firth? Are you trying to say that Kelli and I slept together that night?!
Jazmin: Unk, everyone that followed those tweets think that.
Clairissa: Thank you Jazmin. I’m not even on Twitter and when I looked through her timeline while she was asleep… even I would’ve come to that conclusion. I’m not saying you did… I’m asking if you did? You were pretty intoxicated according to whatshisface.
Samson: That’s none of your business if I did or didn’t. Besides if Astrid truly loved me that shouldn’t have even crossed her mind.
Jazmin sighs as Clair’s eyes stare directly into his, her arms planting firmly on her hips.
Clairissa: Astrid is upset so that makes it my business because I don’t feel like watching her waste away again. Besides, you can’t tell me that if she had tweeted about seeing Donovan in a drunken state of mind… that you wouldn't have thought the same thing.
Removing his shades once again, Joshua reveals an expression of perplexed confusion.
Samson: Wait, who? Who the hell is Donovan?!
Clairissa: Donovan is her ex-boyfriend through law school. He’s the reason why she didn’t take the bar exam.
Samson: What the fuck?! So this entire time Astrid has been seeing some old flame from college? This is unbelievable! And this whole time I’m a goddamn wreck because I thought I had crushed my fiancee’s spirit but she’s been whoring it up with an old boyfriend! Fuck this. I’m out!
Before anybody even had the chance to blink, Clair let her hand fly, landing straight across the cheek of Joshua. At this point, her nostrils were starting to flare.
Clairissa: DON’T YOU EVER DISRESPECT ASTRID LIKE THAT! I didn’t say she was seeing him, in fact she hasn’t seen or heard from him in almost three years. But thank you for proving my point. So you see why she’s upset over the fact that Kelli was there. I’ve spent the past few days with her, trying to lift her spirits. I’ve had to PRY the phone from her hand so she wouldn’t be calling you while drinking yet another bottle of wine. She needs you as much as she doesn’t want to admit it. Just like you don’t want to admit that you need her.
Holding his face in shock, Joshua stares the older woman down. Noticing him balling his right hand into a fist, Jazmin steps in between the two, facing Clair and putting her back to Joshua.
Jazmin: I think that’s enough, Mrs. Clair. Maybe we should all just go our separate ways to get some air?
Clairissa: I don’t know… I’m perfectly capable of being a stubborn bitch until he’s ready to admit he’s wrong. Besides, I want to hear the apology he’s going to give for calling Astrid a whore.
Samson: I’m not giving you shit. You want an apologize about being a whore then you might want to go get it from Astrid herself. Jazmin, I’ll be at the bar.
Joshua sucks his teeth as he gives Clair the once over. He then walks past them heading toward the hotel bar.
Jazmin: Uncle Joshua, wait…
With a dejected expression, Jaz looks at Clair.
Jazmin: That didn’t go as planned.
Clairissa: You’re telling me. But he didn’t have to call Astrid a whore. She is just a brokenhearted woman who’s not thinking straight. She would’ve never betrayed him. She’s dated two men in her life and loved only one. And that asshat that walked away… was him. I’m sorry for dragging you into this Jazmin.
Jazmin: No need to apologize, Mrs. Clair. I volunteered for this remember? Least we can say we tried with him.
Clairissa: I don’t know if we were even able to get through to him. And if you thought this was hard… just wait til it’s time for Astrid. Just let me know when you want to do it and I’ll arrange things.
Jazmin: Yes, ma’am, I will. After all this I need some sleep though. This has been really exhaustin’ plus I need to go check on my uncle anyway.
Clairissa: And I have to check on Astrid before she drinks away the mini bar. Have a good night.
Jazmin: Goodnight, Mrs. Clair.
Clair grabs her purse and hanging it in the crook of her arm, heads for the elevators to go back up to the room she was sharing with Astrid.
Claire Firth
Jazmin Davis
Clairissa Firth walks into the lobby of the Renaissance Raleigh North Hills Hotel, slinging her brown leather purse over her shoulder as she looked around. She had a slight look of worry on her face as she pushed her sunglasses up to the top of her head, walking through and taking note of everyone around. It was clear that she was looking for someone.
Clairissa: I hope I’m not too late.
She found a chair and sat upon it, waiting for the person to arrive. A few feet away the elevator “dings” right before the doors slide open. Jazmin Davis, dressed in a blue official California Wrestling Division promotional t-shirt tied in a knot on the side with white leggings and white Air Max tennis shoes, steps out of the elevator. The young woman walks into the lobby area and looks about.
Jazmin: I wonder if she’s even goin’ to show up?
Clairissa looks up smiles gently, gets up to her feet and approaches Jazmin.
Clairissa: Jazmin? Hello, I’m Clair Firth… Astrid aunt.
Jazmin: Well, hello, Mrs. Clair. For a minute I didn’t even think you were goin’ to show up.
Clairissa: Oh please, just call me Clair. I was actually running a little late because there was some construction going on and traffic was moving slowly. It’s nice to meet you and I’m glad you agreed to meet with me.
Jazmin: I’m from the South, Mrs. Clair. If there’s one thing we’re big on down here is our manners. Besides if my parents found out that I didn’t put a handle on an elders name I’d get a beatin’.
The young college student giggles.
Jazmin: So…?
Clairissa: We both know they still care about each other, despite all the tweets that would say otherwise. I’ve never staged an intervention before and now we stand to do two in the coming days. You obviously know Joshua more than I do and I know Astrid more than you do. So how do you suggest we proceed since he’s due back any moment now?
Jazmin: Hmmm, honestly I’m not sure how Uncle Joshua will take this. I can only guess we just hit him with our thoughts. He’s a guy that makes a living with his mouth so matchin’ wits with him will probably be a losin’ affair.
Clairissa: Good thing I’m married to a lawyer. I can go toe to toe with the best of them. Besides, the best way to make people listen to you… isn’t going to be good for them.
Clairissa tucks a section of her espresso colored locks behind her ear.
Clairissa: Besides, if you think this is bad… just wait until we do Astrid’s. She wants to claw your eyes out so I hope you have a good apology planned.
The second generation wrestler rolls her eyes as she huffs a little bit.
Jazmin: I guess….we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
Clairissa: If we put a bottle of wine in front of her it shouldn’t be too bad.
The lawyer’s wife giggled slightly.
Clairissa: I just have one question, your comments weren’t intentional and meant as a joke right?
Jazmin: The comments about the age? No, ma’am, they weren’t intentional. Astrid brought the subject up first and I just tweeted that compared to me she was old. I mean, I’m only twenty and with her being twenty-six that is a big difference. From there it blew up with her sayin’ I was bein’ disrespectful. All the times we’ve ever communicated before it had alway been light-hearted.
Clairissa: I think with all the things she’s been going through lately, anything was bound to set her off. It was literally the wrong place, wrong time kind of situation. It pains me to see her this way especially after the shit she’s had to deal with in her past. But that’s a different story for another time.
Jazmin: I guess I can understand that. It’s none of my business, Mrs. Clair, but is she seein’ a therapist or counselor? Gettin’ some of that crap she’s dealin’ with off her chest could surely help her.
Clairissa: I know she’s got a standing Wednesday appointment with a therapist but I also know she’s not getting enough sleep, being told to just drink chamomile tea… I think it’s a combination of the stress of the Kelli situation and the lack of sleep that is pushing her over the edge. I heard about the challenge she made towards Kelli and I think that match would’ve been the thing to make her normal again.
Jazmin: Good ol’ Auntie Kelli…
Jazmin shakes her head in dismay.
Clairissa: So are you ready to do this? It’s going to be tough for both of us and I will buy you dinner to make up for it.
Jazmin: No need, Mrs. Clair. Just gettin’ them back together is goin’ to be payment enough.
Clairissa: Jazmin, if you won’t accept it I will send you a gift card to a restaurant. Just name the place.
Jazmin: It’s not needed, Mrs. Clair. Trust me, I’m good. But he doesn’t look it…
The twenty-year old points in the direction of the revolving hotel door where Joshua Samson, Esquire enters. The Anarchy General Manager appears visibly exhausted, his green silk tie completely undone and hanging from underneath his open collar of his black dress shirt. Even though it’s late into the North Carolina night, Joshua still has his dark sunglasses covering his eyes.
Jazmin: Here we go.
Clairissa: It’s now or never now.
Clairissa takes a deep breath and approaches Joshua.
Clairissa: Hello Joshua, I know you don’t really know who I am so let me introduce myself. I am Clairissa Firth, Astrid’s aunt.
Taken aback, Joshua peers at the older woman before noticing his “niece” standing by her side.
Samson: Aunt Clair. Yes, I remember meeting you at the Christmas party. Funny seeing you here….in North Carolina….at the Renaissance….at this point in time.
Joshua removes his shades and glares daggers at Jazmin. She shrugs her shoulders, feigning innocence. Shaking his head, he puts the shades back on.
Clairissa: I’m here to talk to you so I can get your side and be able to comprehend everything that’s been going on the past few days. Astrid doesn’t know that I’m here, so you don’t have to worry about her finding out about this conversation.
Samson: This your doing, Jazzy?
Jazmin: Well...it was the only right thing to do, Unk. I sure couldn’t convince you by myself so I had to call in some help.
Samson: There’s nothing to discuss, ladies. Astrid made her intentions very clear and she has been holding steadfast to them since this all started days ago.
On his left hand pinky finger, Joshua plays with whatever appears to be a platinum band, quite possibly an engagement ring but there is no clear visual.
Clairissa: Look, I don’t want to take sides here, but in any part of the past few days did you think that maybe Astrid snapped because of everything that has been going on with your ex-wife? Over the past few months, I’ve noticed changes in her behavior and actions both in person and through the way she talks over the phone with Hanna. She’s even told me that she’s went back into therapy after Kelli’s reappearance in your life. I’m worried about her and I know deep down inside, as much as you don’t want to admit it… you do too.
Clair looks at Joshua with a warm, calming gaze.
Jazmin: And since I’ve been here all you’ve been doin’ is goin’ on and on about her….how you miss her...how you need her in your life.
Samson: Those were moments of clouded judgment, my mind was intoxicated. Clair, I can completely understand what Astrid is going through because of my estranged wife. I’ve had issues as well but the difference between the two of us is that at the first sign of trouble I don’t throw it all to hell. She needs to grow up a lot. You know that as well as I do.
Clairissa: From my point of view it seems like you both do. Do you even know how hard it was for her to even let you in? After what her parents put her through, I didn’t think she’d ever be able to trust anyone again the way that she, trusts, well I guess trusted, you. And she’s such a stubborn fool sometimes that yeah, she can be a bit childish. But that doesn’t mean that you can give up on her the way that you did. But do you want to know what she’s really been like these past few days?
Clair folded her arms across her chest. Joshua continues spinning the ring on his pinky finger. Jazmin looks between the two older adults.
Clairissa: She’s been a broken mess that even a trip to King of Prussia mall couldn’t cure. I’ve lost count at the number of wine bottles I’ve put in the recycling. And do you know what caused it all? Do you want to know? Three little words typed on a social media platform...well hello, Kelli….
Samson: Hmm, funny I could have swore all of this started because your niece blew a fuse over a tweet from my niece. I think your bias is showing, Clair.
Clairissa: Hey, I didn’t say she was pissed off about the whole situation. But like I said, she was already on edge and when the whole thing went down, yeah sure, she was really catty… but you didn’t have to go after her like she was a lamb at the slaughter. All she wanted from you was to talk to her and when she realized that wasn’t going to happen… she acted the only way she saw fit. She’s tired of fighting her inner demons that she’s kept dormant for a few years and Kelli coming into your lives the way she did brought them back out. I was there for her during her darkest days and I’m afraid that she’s headed that way again. It’s why Miss Jazmin and I are here.
Samson: Regardless of that past she keeps locked away out of fear, your niece needs to learn about humility, respect, and most of all, love, Clair. I have done nothing but be there for that little girl, building her up, in hopes she could unlock that darkness and face it like a woman. I’m not in the wrong in all of this. Astrid is.
The fidgets of the ring become quicker.
Jazmin: But what about Ke--
Joshua stares at Jazmin, stopping her cold in her sentence.
Samson: What about her?
Jazmin: Umm, nothin’, I guess.
Clair starts to become a bit agitated.
Clairissa: Yeah, what about Kelli? Because it seems that you were more willing and open to helping her cope with her demons but when it comes to Astrid it’s all a different story. You two were living together for months so you should’ve known that it isn’t easy for her to open up and you sometimes just have to grin and bear it. Putting light where there is darkness isn’t easy when it comes to Astrid. You just have to be patient sometimes and she’ll let you know when she’s ready to talk. Do you even realize that the challenge she made towards Kelli was for you? Astrid wanted you to be able to keep hold of everything you held dear: ISM, the house… everything.
Samson: Pardon my straightforwardness and my language, Clair, but FUCK THAT! Astrid wants to live in an adult world then she has to cope with adult situations in an adult way. I have no time to over coddle her especially when I have already been doing that.
Joshua, exhaling, rubs his beard.
Samson: And I asked her, told her, forbade her from issuing that challenge. We discussed that it wasn’t needed for her to put herself in the line of fire in that way. My sports management firm, my house, I didn’t need any of that. The only thing I needed was Astrid.
Clairissa: You are not getting it! She didn’t want you to give up and she knew that you wouldn’t have gotten into the ring to face Kelli. And forbidding her to do something… doesn’t that sound like something you would tell a child? She’s a 26 year old woman, perfectly capable of making mistakes. Yeah I agree… she’s a bit childish at times but when you’re raised with parents who don’t give a flying fuck about you and just ship you off to boarding school… she doesn’t know what it’s like to be loved. She had her grandparents that adored her yeah, but they died when she was 16 and just before she turned 18. If you didn’t want her to act like a child then you shouldn’t have treated her like one, telling her what to eat and what she can’t do like you’re her father. She’s in her hotel room, a broken crying mess right now because of what you have in your pocket in addition to the fact that she thinks you slept with Kelli.
It is clear that Clair is becoming angry.
Clairissa: Your little Jake, no Jason guy… said he left you at the bar with her and you were drunk like you have been and might even be now. And that killed her inside. I was there that night with her because if I didn’t stay, who’s to say she’d even be here right now. She’d probably still be back in West Chester in some sort of drunken stupor.
Samson: What are you implying, Mrs. Firth? Are you trying to say that Kelli and I slept together that night?!
Jazmin: Unk, everyone that followed those tweets think that.
Clairissa: Thank you Jazmin. I’m not even on Twitter and when I looked through her timeline while she was asleep… even I would’ve come to that conclusion. I’m not saying you did… I’m asking if you did? You were pretty intoxicated according to whatshisface.
Samson: That’s none of your business if I did or didn’t. Besides if Astrid truly loved me that shouldn’t have even crossed her mind.
Jazmin sighs as Clair’s eyes stare directly into his, her arms planting firmly on her hips.
Clairissa: Astrid is upset so that makes it my business because I don’t feel like watching her waste away again. Besides, you can’t tell me that if she had tweeted about seeing Donovan in a drunken state of mind… that you wouldn't have thought the same thing.
Removing his shades once again, Joshua reveals an expression of perplexed confusion.
Samson: Wait, who? Who the hell is Donovan?!
Clairissa: Donovan is her ex-boyfriend through law school. He’s the reason why she didn’t take the bar exam.
Samson: What the fuck?! So this entire time Astrid has been seeing some old flame from college? This is unbelievable! And this whole time I’m a goddamn wreck because I thought I had crushed my fiancee’s spirit but she’s been whoring it up with an old boyfriend! Fuck this. I’m out!
Before anybody even had the chance to blink, Clair let her hand fly, landing straight across the cheek of Joshua. At this point, her nostrils were starting to flare.
Clairissa: DON’T YOU EVER DISRESPECT ASTRID LIKE THAT! I didn’t say she was seeing him, in fact she hasn’t seen or heard from him in almost three years. But thank you for proving my point. So you see why she’s upset over the fact that Kelli was there. I’ve spent the past few days with her, trying to lift her spirits. I’ve had to PRY the phone from her hand so she wouldn’t be calling you while drinking yet another bottle of wine. She needs you as much as she doesn’t want to admit it. Just like you don’t want to admit that you need her.
Holding his face in shock, Joshua stares the older woman down. Noticing him balling his right hand into a fist, Jazmin steps in between the two, facing Clair and putting her back to Joshua.
Jazmin: I think that’s enough, Mrs. Clair. Maybe we should all just go our separate ways to get some air?
Clairissa: I don’t know… I’m perfectly capable of being a stubborn bitch until he’s ready to admit he’s wrong. Besides, I want to hear the apology he’s going to give for calling Astrid a whore.
Samson: I’m not giving you shit. You want an apologize about being a whore then you might want to go get it from Astrid herself. Jazmin, I’ll be at the bar.
Joshua sucks his teeth as he gives Clair the once over. He then walks past them heading toward the hotel bar.
Jazmin: Uncle Joshua, wait…
With a dejected expression, Jaz looks at Clair.
Jazmin: That didn’t go as planned.
Clairissa: You’re telling me. But he didn’t have to call Astrid a whore. She is just a brokenhearted woman who’s not thinking straight. She would’ve never betrayed him. She’s dated two men in her life and loved only one. And that asshat that walked away… was him. I’m sorry for dragging you into this Jazmin.
Jazmin: No need to apologize, Mrs. Clair. I volunteered for this remember? Least we can say we tried with him.
Clairissa: I don’t know if we were even able to get through to him. And if you thought this was hard… just wait til it’s time for Astrid. Just let me know when you want to do it and I’ll arrange things.
Jazmin: Yes, ma’am, I will. After all this I need some sleep though. This has been really exhaustin’ plus I need to go check on my uncle anyway.
Clairissa: And I have to check on Astrid before she drinks away the mini bar. Have a good night.
Jazmin: Goodnight, Mrs. Clair.
Clair grabs her purse and hanging it in the crook of her arm, heads for the elevators to go back up to the room she was sharing with Astrid.
Claire Firth
Jazmin Davis