Post by admin on Apr 8, 2016 4:09:40 GMT
Munin took the stairs with a small skip in her step. It was the day after Christmas, and despite the surprises it brought, and secretly because of them, she was happy. She paused to adjust her brand new Chewbacca jacket. The faux soft brown wookie fur matched her small brown leather skirt and black silk tank top perfectly. With black on black nails she zipped the jacket up just over half way, and smoothed one hand over the fur with pleasure. A quick make up check in the mirror, and she was ready to face the day. The heels of her matching brown knee high boots, clicked ever so slightly, as she entered the kitchen. The smell of fresh brewed coffee hung in the air.
Munin: You made coffee?
Dressed in a pair of black Star Wars pajama bottoms and a black tank top the young Alex Cross looked over his shoulder at Munin and smiled as he handed her a mug.
Alex: I've been up for awhile so I thought I would make coffee. I already poured you a cup and made it to your liking.
She took the cup he offered her with a teasing smile.
Munin: Ah, but did you add the Irish cream?
He laughed as he took a sip of his own coffee.
Alex: You know I did Nin. How many times did you have to whip my ass before I got it right? I won't make that mistake again.
He rubbed at the back of his neck.
Alex: My neck still locks up when it rains.
Munin: Ha, I'm not that bad. Thank you.
She chuckled slight, while sliding her chair at the breakfast nook.
Alex: Want some breakfast? I was just about to try and put something together.
A hum of approval was her only reply, she was too caught up in enjoying her coffee to give more. Honestly it was the best cup she had had in ages. Typically she didn't allow herself enough time to fix her coffee the way she really liked it. Finally she set her mug to the side, and set about making herself comfortable.
Munin: That would be nice, and we can talk business.
Alex: Mother fucking dog shit on a cracker!
Alex threw down a nearby pan before sticking his fingers in his mouth.
Alex: That fucking hurt!
Munin was up in one fluid motion, and in a matter of moments had the burn cream out of the cabinet.
Munin: Don't put them in your mouth. Honestly...
Alex looked back at Munin as she tried to stifle a laugh while doctoring his hand.
Alex: How about I take you out for breakfast instead? My treat.
She placed the cap back on the cream with a shrug.
Munin: That works for me, let me grab a thermos.
Putting the cream away she began to rifle through one of her drawers for the perfect sized thermos.
Munin: It will actually work out better this way. We can stop at a place on our way to the business I was going to talk to you about.
With a small triumphant "Ah ha" she bumped the drawer closed with her hip.
Munin: I'm driving by the way.
She carefully poured her coffee into thermos, striving not to spill a single precious drop. Alex shook his hand vigorously, trying hard to resist the urge to jam them back in his mouth.
Alex: Let me go get changed and you can gladly drive. I won't fight you on it. Besides I flew here so not like I've got a car anyways.
He looked back at Nin with a smile.
Alex: As for this business opportunity you've got my attention.
He finished the last of his coffee before racing upstairs. While he dressed Munin worked on cleaning up the mess he started to make. It didn't take long for Alex to come jogging down the stairs dressed in blue jeans and a button down pale blue shirt that was left untucked and light brown boots.
Alex: You ready Nin?
Laying a now wet cloth over the facet to dry, Munin pushed her sleeves back down with a smile.
Munin: Ready when you are.
Alex: Awesome. I told Travis we were heading out. Not sure he was paying attention though he was engrossed with that Fallout game.
Munin: He heard you.
She grabbed her purse off the wall peg, as they headed out the door.
Alex: Good.
Alex jogged behind Munin and closed the door behind him. Munin slid into the drivers seat of her Mitsubishi Outlander, and waited patiently for Alex to buckle in. It didn't take Alex long to climb inside and buckle up. He gave the car a once over before laughing to himself.
Alex: I love my muscle car. Can't understand why you would want something as big and clunky as an SUV when you could drive an elegant machine that matches who you are while giving the world a big middle finger in the process.
Munim adjusted her mirror with a small smile.
Munin: It's simple, the world already knows who I am, and I know who I am. I don't need a car to say it for me.
She began to back out onto the drive with professional ease, all while shooting him the middle finger.
Munin: As for the middle finger, I don't need help with that either.
Alex: Don't I know.
He ran his right hand against the leather interior.
Alex: I do love leather interior though.
Munin chuckled as she took the wheel with both hands, and began the ride down the long drive. Oak trees shaded the way with moss weeping from their branches. Each looking like an ancient sentinel in it's own right.
Munin: This is more practical for where we are going. I still have my Cadillac, for when I go into the city.
Alex: Oh yes the Cadillac. I do miss that car. Remember that trip we took to Boca Raton? We got halfway there and...
His voice trailed off as he smiled to himself.
Alex: Well you know what happened.
Munin: Yes, that one was rather unforgettable. Speaking of memory you wouldn't believe how many people have been using that as a pun on my name lately. I'm not sure whether to be annoyed or impressed that so many have brushed up on their Norse mythology.
Alex: Yeah well what can I say, I always brought out the very best in you. Being a raven of passion definitely fit you that night. I feel bad for anyone that sits in that backseat.
He smiled as he looked over at Nin.
Alex: So what's this business opportunity you so badly want to talk to me about?
Munin: You quit the company right?
Alex: Walked out is more like it.
Munin: I don't blame you, and for the record I didn't put a hit on you. In fact a certain someone financially strong armed Bombtraxx into that.
Alex: We've had our differences Nin but one things for sure. You do your own dirty work. I figured as much once I came around.
Munin: Yes well, I do my personal dirty work at least...I'm opening a company, do you want in?
Alex looked over at Nin as he turned and put his back against the door.
Alex: Are you seriously asking if I want a job? I just walked out on my only real income. I mean I'm sexy looking and all and could survive off my looks alone but I'd rather not. What exactly are you wanting from me? To be your champion going forward?
Munin gave him a side long glance.
Munin: You know that isn't quite my style. I prefer to set people on a course, and then see what happens.
Alex: You know me Nin, the only way I go is up. I don't need anyone pointing me in a direction and telling me where to go or what to do, I just do it. I know what course I'm on and if it just so happens to be at your playhouse then that course will involve me holding the title. Now you being in my corner would just be an added bonus.
Alex watched as Munin looked away from him. He didn't have to think about it, he knew he would follow her to the end of the earth and back. Hell, she was part of the reason he had walked out of his last job in the first place. Her being in his corner would be icing on the cake, a very sexy cake.
Munin: The whole point of what I just said is that I'm not big in telling people what to do. At least not directly, it takes the surprise and fun out of things. I would of course not be opposed to having you as the champion. You're good at being on top. As for the company, it's not in a play house, it's in an amusement park.
Alex: An amusement park? So basically I've gone from selling out arenas to selling out carnivals and now I'm on my way back up by selling out amusement parks? What a life I live.
He laughed to himself as he watched the trees pass by at a quick pace.
Alex: As for the other thing you're right. You never were opposed to me being on top because I was just that good.
She smiled choosing to ignore his last comment.
Munin: What do you think would happen if Disney owned a wrestling company, and made a park around it that catered to a more...adult clientele?
Alex: You don't have to sell me on the idea Nin. You know good and damn well I'm down for joining. Hell you wouldn't even have to pay me that much.
She laughed at that one.
Munin: You will be getting paid well,and that is the end of it. We can sign the paperwork over breakfast, and I can give you a tour of the park. Sound good?
Alex: Sounds good to me. It's a date.
He winked in her direction.
Munin: Lord help me...
Munin: You made coffee?
Dressed in a pair of black Star Wars pajama bottoms and a black tank top the young Alex Cross looked over his shoulder at Munin and smiled as he handed her a mug.
Alex: I've been up for awhile so I thought I would make coffee. I already poured you a cup and made it to your liking.
She took the cup he offered her with a teasing smile.
Munin: Ah, but did you add the Irish cream?
He laughed as he took a sip of his own coffee.
Alex: You know I did Nin. How many times did you have to whip my ass before I got it right? I won't make that mistake again.
He rubbed at the back of his neck.
Alex: My neck still locks up when it rains.
Munin: Ha, I'm not that bad. Thank you.
She chuckled slight, while sliding her chair at the breakfast nook.
Alex: Want some breakfast? I was just about to try and put something together.
A hum of approval was her only reply, she was too caught up in enjoying her coffee to give more. Honestly it was the best cup she had had in ages. Typically she didn't allow herself enough time to fix her coffee the way she really liked it. Finally she set her mug to the side, and set about making herself comfortable.
Munin: That would be nice, and we can talk business.
Alex: Mother fucking dog shit on a cracker!
Alex threw down a nearby pan before sticking his fingers in his mouth.
Alex: That fucking hurt!
Munin was up in one fluid motion, and in a matter of moments had the burn cream out of the cabinet.
Munin: Don't put them in your mouth. Honestly...
Alex looked back at Munin as she tried to stifle a laugh while doctoring his hand.
Alex: How about I take you out for breakfast instead? My treat.
She placed the cap back on the cream with a shrug.
Munin: That works for me, let me grab a thermos.
Putting the cream away she began to rifle through one of her drawers for the perfect sized thermos.
Munin: It will actually work out better this way. We can stop at a place on our way to the business I was going to talk to you about.
With a small triumphant "Ah ha" she bumped the drawer closed with her hip.
Munin: I'm driving by the way.
She carefully poured her coffee into thermos, striving not to spill a single precious drop. Alex shook his hand vigorously, trying hard to resist the urge to jam them back in his mouth.
Alex: Let me go get changed and you can gladly drive. I won't fight you on it. Besides I flew here so not like I've got a car anyways.
He looked back at Nin with a smile.
Alex: As for this business opportunity you've got my attention.
He finished the last of his coffee before racing upstairs. While he dressed Munin worked on cleaning up the mess he started to make. It didn't take long for Alex to come jogging down the stairs dressed in blue jeans and a button down pale blue shirt that was left untucked and light brown boots.
Alex: You ready Nin?
Laying a now wet cloth over the facet to dry, Munin pushed her sleeves back down with a smile.
Munin: Ready when you are.
Alex: Awesome. I told Travis we were heading out. Not sure he was paying attention though he was engrossed with that Fallout game.
Munin: He heard you.
She grabbed her purse off the wall peg, as they headed out the door.
Alex: Good.
Alex jogged behind Munin and closed the door behind him. Munin slid into the drivers seat of her Mitsubishi Outlander, and waited patiently for Alex to buckle in. It didn't take Alex long to climb inside and buckle up. He gave the car a once over before laughing to himself.
Alex: I love my muscle car. Can't understand why you would want something as big and clunky as an SUV when you could drive an elegant machine that matches who you are while giving the world a big middle finger in the process.
Munim adjusted her mirror with a small smile.
Munin: It's simple, the world already knows who I am, and I know who I am. I don't need a car to say it for me.
She began to back out onto the drive with professional ease, all while shooting him the middle finger.
Munin: As for the middle finger, I don't need help with that either.
Alex: Don't I know.
He ran his right hand against the leather interior.
Alex: I do love leather interior though.
Munin chuckled as she took the wheel with both hands, and began the ride down the long drive. Oak trees shaded the way with moss weeping from their branches. Each looking like an ancient sentinel in it's own right.
Munin: This is more practical for where we are going. I still have my Cadillac, for when I go into the city.
Alex: Oh yes the Cadillac. I do miss that car. Remember that trip we took to Boca Raton? We got halfway there and...
His voice trailed off as he smiled to himself.
Alex: Well you know what happened.
Munin: Yes, that one was rather unforgettable. Speaking of memory you wouldn't believe how many people have been using that as a pun on my name lately. I'm not sure whether to be annoyed or impressed that so many have brushed up on their Norse mythology.
Alex: Yeah well what can I say, I always brought out the very best in you. Being a raven of passion definitely fit you that night. I feel bad for anyone that sits in that backseat.
He smiled as he looked over at Nin.
Alex: So what's this business opportunity you so badly want to talk to me about?
Munin: You quit the company right?
Alex: Walked out is more like it.
Munin: I don't blame you, and for the record I didn't put a hit on you. In fact a certain someone financially strong armed Bombtraxx into that.
Alex: We've had our differences Nin but one things for sure. You do your own dirty work. I figured as much once I came around.
Munin: Yes well, I do my personal dirty work at least...I'm opening a company, do you want in?
Alex looked over at Nin as he turned and put his back against the door.
Alex: Are you seriously asking if I want a job? I just walked out on my only real income. I mean I'm sexy looking and all and could survive off my looks alone but I'd rather not. What exactly are you wanting from me? To be your champion going forward?
Munin gave him a side long glance.
Munin: You know that isn't quite my style. I prefer to set people on a course, and then see what happens.
Alex: You know me Nin, the only way I go is up. I don't need anyone pointing me in a direction and telling me where to go or what to do, I just do it. I know what course I'm on and if it just so happens to be at your playhouse then that course will involve me holding the title. Now you being in my corner would just be an added bonus.
Alex watched as Munin looked away from him. He didn't have to think about it, he knew he would follow her to the end of the earth and back. Hell, she was part of the reason he had walked out of his last job in the first place. Her being in his corner would be icing on the cake, a very sexy cake.
Munin: The whole point of what I just said is that I'm not big in telling people what to do. At least not directly, it takes the surprise and fun out of things. I would of course not be opposed to having you as the champion. You're good at being on top. As for the company, it's not in a play house, it's in an amusement park.
Alex: An amusement park? So basically I've gone from selling out arenas to selling out carnivals and now I'm on my way back up by selling out amusement parks? What a life I live.
He laughed to himself as he watched the trees pass by at a quick pace.
Alex: As for the other thing you're right. You never were opposed to me being on top because I was just that good.
She smiled choosing to ignore his last comment.
Munin: What do you think would happen if Disney owned a wrestling company, and made a park around it that catered to a more...adult clientele?
Alex: You don't have to sell me on the idea Nin. You know good and damn well I'm down for joining. Hell you wouldn't even have to pay me that much.
She laughed at that one.
Munin: You will be getting paid well,and that is the end of it. We can sign the paperwork over breakfast, and I can give you a tour of the park. Sound good?
Alex: Sounds good to me. It's a date.
He winked in her direction.
Munin: Lord help me...