Post by Nate Pierce on Dec 9, 2022 23:58:07 GMT
Nate: “Uhh….”
Nate blankly stared at the shelves at the dispensary he was in. Having to leave work early enough to make the drive from Connecticut to Massachusetts was always a royal pain in the ass but on this occasion, he probably should’ve saved himself a headache and done some pre-emptive research before he took from the fishery so he had an idea of what to at least pick out.
Nate: “I really should’ve asked those two what their preferences were so I knew what to get.”
The Whaler heavily sighs, raising a hand to his face with a muffled grumble. Withdrawing the hand, his nostrils flared as the smell of cannabis was evident in the air, though for once it wasn’t being actively smoked in the immediate vicinity. Looking between the various bits, he scratched his head in added confusion, quite visibly struggling on how to proceed. He pulled out his phone from his jeans’ pocket, opening it up to cycle through old messages in the group chat he shared with Spike and Price but to his misfortune, found nothing that hinted at what they favored. Only fleeting messages of how much they had sparked up in preparation for their upcoming match. Shaking his head, Nate tucks his phone away, continuing to peruse what’s available.
Nate: “Would edibles suffice…? No, no. They’d probably think I’m chickening out on them if I didn’t bring something that’s able to be rolled up and lit. Damn it…can probably at least get the edibles for myself because I feel my anxiety spiking even just thinking about all this now.”
The Whaler looked back over at the counter area where one of the present staff members was currently taking stock of the shelves, though whether it was to look busy or actively fulfill a task was up for interpretation. This was still retail after all. Sighing, Nate made his way over to the counter, hands gently setting themselves atop the furniture though his presence did not go unnoticed as the staff member turned around soon after.
Cashier: “Hey man what can I do for you?”
Nate: “Uh…looking to purchase some stuff for a couple buddies of mine but…to be quite honest this is my first time being in one of these shops so I…don’t really know what to get per se.”
Cashier: “Ah, don’t sweat it too much. We get first-timers all the time in here who don’t really know what to get themselves. Are your friends particular to anything specific or just whatever gives them a good high?”
Nate: “As far as I’m aware…the latter. Given the kind of work we partake in, something on the heavier side would do them more justice to help with the pain afterwards.”
Cashier: “Oh? What kind of work do you guys do?”
Nate: “Pro wrestling to be exact.”
Cashier: “Makes sense, makes sense.”
The man turned around, hands on his hips as he scanned the shelves himself, pondering which ones to offer up. After a few minutes of silent selection, the cashier returned with a few samples in mind, setting them on the counter.
Cashier: “These three are our strongest strains we have in-store. I think one is enough to pretty much set a person for a good few hours tops.”
Nate: “Sounds good enough to me. Give me all three and toss in a few edibles for myself. Feel like we’ll need those one way or another.”
Cashier: “Sure thing.”
The man goes about ringing Nate up as he fishes out his wallet, camera panning a bit to the right only for it to be swiped to the left entirely and instead is replaced by a shot of Pierce sitting out on a rocky outcrop that leads into the ocean. If one squinted hard enough they could perhaps envision the sight of UK’s coast.
Nate: “Tag team gold…I never would’ve really expected to be given a rather golden opportunity to capture something that wasn’t a singles title. Nevertheless…I’m grateful that the chemistry between Spike and I is being recognized.”
He stretches his arms for a moment.
Nate: “I know I’m not the same kind of partner that PRICE is but I think I’ve done a well enough job of putting in a good shift. Chaos Theory upgrading from a duo to a trio…and with a lot of good assets to boot the Dead End Express into….well, a dead end. Heh…you know, majority of the time I forgot those guys even existed y’know? They just seemed there, even with Hank’s attempt at trying to earn himself some gold from MYOJIN but he stayed true to his team’s name. I applaud for how flat you fell on your face for that display, Hank. It’ll be grand to see it happen again when we formally meet in that ring. Tables…ladders…chairs…man they really wanted to feed into the violent tendencies, huh?”
Nate chuckles at the thought.
Nate: ”I’ll keep things brief for you two since I highly doubt you own the capacity to process anything long winded, so get this through your thick skulls: You are prey, and we are the hunters. What do hunters do? Stalk and kill their prey. What do you think Spike and I have been doing the past several shows that we’ve been teaming together against the others? Lining up our shot and aiming for the throat. It’s about time that this tag division had a pair of champions who rightfully earned those coveted straps rather than just have them tossed into their lap. That’s what divides us from you two: We worked our asses off for this, and we’re going to see it through because I’ll be damned if a pair of lazy dogs continued to sit comfortably in unearned luxury. So the only thing you’re really doing is keeping those belts shined and warm for us. Celebrations will be at an all-time high once we’re leaving with them around our waists.”
Nate laughs at the thought, camera fading to black.
Nate blankly stared at the shelves at the dispensary he was in. Having to leave work early enough to make the drive from Connecticut to Massachusetts was always a royal pain in the ass but on this occasion, he probably should’ve saved himself a headache and done some pre-emptive research before he took from the fishery so he had an idea of what to at least pick out.
Nate: “I really should’ve asked those two what their preferences were so I knew what to get.”
The Whaler heavily sighs, raising a hand to his face with a muffled grumble. Withdrawing the hand, his nostrils flared as the smell of cannabis was evident in the air, though for once it wasn’t being actively smoked in the immediate vicinity. Looking between the various bits, he scratched his head in added confusion, quite visibly struggling on how to proceed. He pulled out his phone from his jeans’ pocket, opening it up to cycle through old messages in the group chat he shared with Spike and Price but to his misfortune, found nothing that hinted at what they favored. Only fleeting messages of how much they had sparked up in preparation for their upcoming match. Shaking his head, Nate tucks his phone away, continuing to peruse what’s available.
Nate: “Would edibles suffice…? No, no. They’d probably think I’m chickening out on them if I didn’t bring something that’s able to be rolled up and lit. Damn it…can probably at least get the edibles for myself because I feel my anxiety spiking even just thinking about all this now.”
The Whaler looked back over at the counter area where one of the present staff members was currently taking stock of the shelves, though whether it was to look busy or actively fulfill a task was up for interpretation. This was still retail after all. Sighing, Nate made his way over to the counter, hands gently setting themselves atop the furniture though his presence did not go unnoticed as the staff member turned around soon after.
Cashier: “Hey man what can I do for you?”
Nate: “Uh…looking to purchase some stuff for a couple buddies of mine but…to be quite honest this is my first time being in one of these shops so I…don’t really know what to get per se.”
Cashier: “Ah, don’t sweat it too much. We get first-timers all the time in here who don’t really know what to get themselves. Are your friends particular to anything specific or just whatever gives them a good high?”
Nate: “As far as I’m aware…the latter. Given the kind of work we partake in, something on the heavier side would do them more justice to help with the pain afterwards.”
Cashier: “Oh? What kind of work do you guys do?”
Nate: “Pro wrestling to be exact.”
Cashier: “Makes sense, makes sense.”
The man turned around, hands on his hips as he scanned the shelves himself, pondering which ones to offer up. After a few minutes of silent selection, the cashier returned with a few samples in mind, setting them on the counter.
Cashier: “These three are our strongest strains we have in-store. I think one is enough to pretty much set a person for a good few hours tops.”
Nate: “Sounds good enough to me. Give me all three and toss in a few edibles for myself. Feel like we’ll need those one way or another.”
Cashier: “Sure thing.”
The man goes about ringing Nate up as he fishes out his wallet, camera panning a bit to the right only for it to be swiped to the left entirely and instead is replaced by a shot of Pierce sitting out on a rocky outcrop that leads into the ocean. If one squinted hard enough they could perhaps envision the sight of UK’s coast.
Nate: “Tag team gold…I never would’ve really expected to be given a rather golden opportunity to capture something that wasn’t a singles title. Nevertheless…I’m grateful that the chemistry between Spike and I is being recognized.”
He stretches his arms for a moment.
Nate: “I know I’m not the same kind of partner that PRICE is but I think I’ve done a well enough job of putting in a good shift. Chaos Theory upgrading from a duo to a trio…and with a lot of good assets to boot the Dead End Express into….well, a dead end. Heh…you know, majority of the time I forgot those guys even existed y’know? They just seemed there, even with Hank’s attempt at trying to earn himself some gold from MYOJIN but he stayed true to his team’s name. I applaud for how flat you fell on your face for that display, Hank. It’ll be grand to see it happen again when we formally meet in that ring. Tables…ladders…chairs…man they really wanted to feed into the violent tendencies, huh?”
Nate chuckles at the thought.
Nate: ”I’ll keep things brief for you two since I highly doubt you own the capacity to process anything long winded, so get this through your thick skulls: You are prey, and we are the hunters. What do hunters do? Stalk and kill their prey. What do you think Spike and I have been doing the past several shows that we’ve been teaming together against the others? Lining up our shot and aiming for the throat. It’s about time that this tag division had a pair of champions who rightfully earned those coveted straps rather than just have them tossed into their lap. That’s what divides us from you two: We worked our asses off for this, and we’re going to see it through because I’ll be damned if a pair of lazy dogs continued to sit comfortably in unearned luxury. So the only thing you’re really doing is keeping those belts shined and warm for us. Celebrations will be at an all-time high once we’re leaving with them around our waists.”
Nate laughs at the thought, camera fading to black.