after the first hotel night, me and rhea didnt really talk much. simple hi's or bye's, checking in with eachother, but the awkward tension is what we were avoiding. she gave me her number incase i needed anything or if that happened again, but i dont see it happening anytime soon. im finally wrestling.
they decided to make my makeup and outfit dark and black, alot of dangling stuff off my clothes. ive been skeptical but tonight was the first time i actually wrestled in it, with no problem at all.
....except for the makeup
but i knew who to call.
she didnt pick up, which surprised me. she actually hit the decline the second it started ringing. i could hear rustling in her dressing room next to me, so i know shes here, just ignoring me for some odd reason
the door swung open and she walked in confused, looking around behind me to see if everything was good, getting more and more lost the more she sees that im perfectly fine
"um so im having problems with my makeu-" i started
she scoffed and pulled like 4 tubes of different lip products and slid herself behind me
"so this is going to sound stupid but put this lipgloss on over it, its thicker, then rub it in. then add this lipgloss on, its thin and moisturizes, and then this red one, thick again" she was pointing at various things
i looked at her from the sides of my eyes, trying to see if shes serious. put more stuff on my lips to get the black off..?
she gave me a sharp glare and grabbed my chin, turning it to her harshly and doing everything she told me to do. shes a woman of very few words i could tell.
"rub your lips together" she kept her eyes locked downwards, looking at my lips as i did what she asked.
once she was done, my lips felt like i ate a snail, and they were heavy as ever
she grabbed a dry square wipe, and wiped my lips. and sure as hell, like magic, the black was completely gone with no trace
"oh my god?!" my jaw dropped, impressed by miss albert einstein over here
she didnt seem amused, still wiping the excess of the black off my lips, slower each time. carefully. making sure not to hurt me. break my lips. break eye contact. break.
once my face was clean she stepped back after a second and i cleared my throat. silence kinda lingered before she nodded her head and walked to the door before pausing as her hand reached the doorknob
"hey this shit could be tricky so if you need any help taking makeup or gear off, u can come to my room" she patted the walls and walked out
and gear?
was rhea ripley flirting with me?
