"Fistpumps Pushups Chapstick"

 

8:30 PM 12/22/20 The night before Warfare.

Shawn sits alone in the living room of the RMI rented property in Florence whispering into his phone. “I don't know what I'm gonna do tonight. I'm thinking about just calling it an early night, Evan and I were drinking but he finished a bottle of whiskey to himself and passed out. We haven't seen Jenny the entire time we've been here but we know she's been here because she's just another gross woman that leaves her nasty hair in the shower drain. I swear Renee if that's something you do. I don't think we can live together at any point.” Shawn chuckles into the phone. Suddenly he jumps out of his skin as the front door slams open and Jenny appears for the first time since they made it to Italy.”Lemme go babe, The Queen herself has made an appearance.” Shawn says mockinly as he hangs up with Renee.

“Fuck have you been?” Shawn snorts at Jenny

"I am busy. I've been out doing these video shoots, book signings, public appearances, car shows.......you have just been sitting here all day everyday playing with yourself"

Shawn curls his nose up at the thought. “No Evan and I have been off exploring and training. We decided to get trashed tonight but he passed out.” Shawn points to the drunk Blane asleep on the couch.

"Ugh. Men. Well, why don't you put one of your ninja masks on or whatever it is and go do something?'

“ Like what?” Shawn scoffs “ I have a match Tomorrow... staying out late is a bad idea when you have to be physical the next day.”

".....So what you're saying is you've got baby nuts under that spandex....thing...you wear to the ring?"

Shawn replies in a huff “What i'm saying Is I’m responsible... but fuck is it boring.”

"What has responsibility gotten you, Shawney? What's your record here?"

“0 an 1 “ Shawn scowls at the thought

"Exactly. Do you wanna be remembered as the responsible mid carder? Or the balls to the wall idgaf possibly one day maybe but probably not champion?"

“So what are you suggesting I do then?”

"Go out. Live a little. Have some fun. Take the edge off."

Shawn pulls out his phone and googles nightlife in Florence. “Bar or Nightclub.” Jenny clearly has gotten under his skin.

"Well with that Dj Marshmello Ring attire, I'd say club. Google Gay bars, they are always a good time."

“Hey fuck you okay!? I like my ring attire.” Shawn grumbles under his breath “Psh DJ Marshmello.... ladies love my spandex.... Ok I’ve found a place called Logic that’s where I’m going.” Shawn grabs the open bottle of Vodka from the coffee table behind him and chugs about a quarter of the bottle down.

"Is it a gay bar?" She grins a little, her back to him.

“No it’s not a gay bar....”Shawn responds with attitude.

"Shame...gay bars are fun." She fiddles with a few things on the counter. "Have you ever partied?" She has an inflection on the word party.

“Of course I've partied, what do you take me for.. a child?” Shawn squints at her.

"No....I mean.....partied........"

“I’ve smoked pot.... What are you getting at?” He replies confused

She has a wicked grin on her face.....she pulls a bottle out of her bag. "Remember Savage, when Rebel was acting all out of sorts? Did she look like she was having fun?"

“I guess so?” Shawn thinks back to Savage

She fiddles with the cap, opening it. "Have you ever met Molly?"

Shawn puts his hand out. “No but I’m down for whatever tonight. You gonna make me pay you?

"No....no, no, no.....we're RMI, right? We're family now. Just take a few of these....." she turns around, hand closed. She places her hand in his open palm, opening her hand and giving it to him. "Not saying it's going to translate to a victory....that takes, you know, talent...but at least it'll allow ya to take a little stress off before your big night"

Shawn puts the tabs on his tongue letting them dissolve. “Thanks Jenny you're not so bad after all.”

11:15 PM

Shawn walks out of his room and back into the living room now wearing a headband and a track jacket, a pair of blue jeans and his White Spyder shirt. A pair of aviator sunglasses cover his eyes. Throwing a bottle of water at Blane who is still fast asleep on the couch. Evan wakes up grumbling at Shawn and flips him off “Taxi Sono Qui!” Shawn shouts as he walks out the door completely whacked out of his mind. He steps into the cab and tells the driver. “To Logic.” then leans back in the seat closing his eyes and embracing the feeling of the Tight spandex shirt on his skin. “This is fucking amazing.” He thinks to himself unsure if he actually said it out loud or if the voice in his head was just screaming. After a short ride to the nightclub Shawn steps out of the cab. “Grazie” he tells the driver and slams the door behind him. The driver puts the window down and leans his head out. “I speak English you dipshit American Thank you would have been fine.” The driver then gives him the finger and takes off. “FUCK YOU TOO BITCH!” Shawn shouts and walks up to the rope where the bouncer stops him but Shawn quickly pulls some Euros and greases his palm. The bouncer grins and Shawn walks into the club and directly over to the bar. Pulling the RMI credit card from his wallet and slamming it down on the bar. “Yo, I need a fucking drink!” He shouts as the brown eyed brown haired bartender walks down to him from the opposite end and stares him in the face. “What? What do you want?” She asks him. “Top Shelf, Surprise me, open a tab on this card and pour one of whatever for yourself while you're at it. The bruises around Shawns eyes from his nose being broken are now almost completely gone. The bartender reaches for the card and Shawn reaches out and softly touches her wrist and hand as he looks her dead in the eyes unsure of why he felt the need to touch her.
He had though and the sensation of her soft skin sent chills down his spine. She scoffs at him and pulls her hand away. “Okay american boy, i'll drink with you, but be warned i'm not going home with you.” He puts both his hands in the air and squints at her. “Now what would give you the impression that I'm that kinda guy? I've got a girlfriend” He winks at her from under the aviators. “ Yeah? Where's she at? “ She replies “Back home American Boy?”

12:30 AM Weds Morning

The bass from the speakers floods the nightclub and Shawn's ears. His body was sandwiched between two random women on the dance floor, a short blonde and a pink haired girl who was even taller than him. Shawn had never felt anything like this in his entire life. The feeling of being touched was overwhelming. Every movement was a shock to his body that sent shivers running down his spine. The two women pressed against him had him in literal ecstasy. Yet he couldn't keep his eyes off of the bartender that had served him to begin with and the same seemed to be for her because every time Shawn looked at her they made eye contact.The blonde who had been pressing her ass against him turns around and grabs his shoulders wrapping her leg around him and trying to climb up his body to kiss him. The blonde grabs the back of Shawns head and begins to pull him in to meet her lips and Shawn unhooks her legs from him dropping her to the ground and in one motion pulling his mask out of his back pocket, slipping it over his head and storming the bar. Shawn grabs the brown haired bartender by the wrist and a bottle of Tequila from behind the bar and drags her out onto the dance floor. Pulling the mask up to his nose revealing a grin and opening the bottle with his mouth as he twirls her around and pulls her in close. “Im working American boy.” she says but Shawn ignores her and pulls her in close. “Shawn my name is Shawn” he replies and takes a large swig of the tequila then hands her the bottle. “And you are?” She smiles, taking a sip of the tequila herself. “Im Rose and if this is how it's going to be you have to at least let me put the bottle on your tab.” She pulls herself away from him running her hand across his chest and down his arm till their hands meet and she walks back over to the bar.

3:00 AM Weds Morning

Shawn clumsily shoves his key in the door to the rental property and stumbles through the doorway turning around and staring
at Rose in the dim light from outside an evil grin on his face as the lights suddenly flood the room and the door slams between he and Rose. Only to find a very angry Tommy now standing in front of him. “Where's the Card? I should beat your ass. A 1500 dollar tab at a nightclub? Jenny calls me and says Shawns acting a fool that I need to come put you in line and when I get here she says you ran out the door like a maniac.” Tommy smacks Shawn in the back of the head. “AND WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” Tommy yells in Shawns ear. “You are lucky I live by the bro code. But you only get one Shawn you hear me? ONE! Now fucking go to bed you have a fight tomorrow. Now give me the card. You can have it back when you've earned it again.”

Shawn walks to his room fuming with Jenny that she played him like that. He should have known better.The drugs starting to wear off his head now pounding. He stops at the couch, looks down and punches Evan in the arm. “You fuck.. If you hadn't passed out none of this would have happened. Grabs the bottle of water he had thrown at Evan earlier and heads off to bed..

Earlier

11:45 PM

Tommy walks up to the rope at Logic and the bouncer and the bouncer lets him in without a hassle. Tommy stops and grins looking at him then pulls out some euros and a photo of Shawn. “My friend will be coming by in a bit. Give him a hard time” Tommy makes his way up to the VIP section a grin on his face as he waits for Shawn to Arrive.”