Post by Cornbread Mafia on Apr 2, 2014 22:27:42 GMT -6
Shawn Worley lies on the bed and smiles at the latina goddess lying next to him.
Shawn Worley: Y’na, ahwuz waard whan y’all sayid y’wuz gon rayid, b’gotst’dmit.. y’all luck gud!
The woman smiles, blushing as Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: S’th’trooth, Rayuh!
Reya Alonso can’t help but smile brighter.
Reya Alonso: I wonder if Cameron would like Carmen to try it…
Shawn laughs.
Shawn Worley: Smuch az he dun luvd th’ Frinek tayat, Ahd majin he’d luv wold cull’rd hayer!
Giggling at the thought, Reya leans over and kisses Shawn. Shawn smiles for her but she can see from the look in his eyes that everything is not all peaches and cream here.
Reya Alonso: So, what’s wrong?
Shawn just shakes his head hoping she won’t press the matter.
Shawn Worley: Nuthin’.
Cocking her head, Reya just gives a look that tells him that hope is in vain.
Reya Alonso: Shawnie…
He starts to answer but only manages to shake his head dismissively. Reya sits up, worry starting to creep in her mind. This was not like Shawn and she knew it.
Reya Alonso: Shawnie, what’s wrong? For real, you haven’t been yourself for a good couple of weeks now, what’s going on?
He just shakes his head again.
Shawn Worley: Nuthin’.
She crosses her arms telling him without a word that she’s not going to drop this subject.
Shawn Worley: Nuthin, ah jis ain’t luckin’ foewud t’the mayatch s’all.
Reya frowns, not quite believing that was all there was to it.
Reya Alonso: Why? I thought you guys wanted to have another match with those guys because of how they stole the win last time.
Shawn nods, conceding the point.
Shawn Worley: Diyid…
Reya just looks at him like she knows something is up.
Reya Alonso: Then… what?
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: Nuthin’, theys jis born. Sayid the’ sayim dayam thang evra dayamn tom! Lack th’ ony thang theys got’’s fum ha we towk…
She stares at him for what seems like forever, allowing her arms to unfold and fall back to normal. Studying him with her eyes, Reya’s right hand finds it’s way to Shawn’s.
Reya Alonso: So what’s really wrong?
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: Ah dun jis tol yu!
Reya shakes her head looking annoyed.
Reya Alonso: No me vengas con esa mierda! ¿Qué pasa? ¿Por qué estás sentado aquí mintiendo?
Shawn just stares at her, completely flabbergasted.
Shawn Worley: Wha?
Reya nods to him knowingly.
Reya Alonso: I’ve heard you and Cameron sling that line of bullshit pretty much constantly for the last month and while he might believe it, you never sound quite as convincing, Shawn. So what is going on here? Why do these two rich jackasses drive you so crazy?
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: Ain’t nuthin’.
Reya nods.
Reya Alonso: I know, now out with it before I slap the gringo out of you!
Shawn stares at her in shock. How had she noticed? Seemingly reading his mind, Reya softens, smiling sympathetically.
Reya Alonso: Shawn, soy tu novia, veo las cosas si quieres que o no.
She smiles again.
Reya Alonso: It’s my job to see…
Shawn nods slowly.
Shawn Worley: Wha hayapins eff’n theys rat? Wha hayapins eff’n ah kaint hang? Ah ain’t neva beyin th’ fotter thet Cayam eeyiz.
He pauses, looking truly upset.
Shawn Worley: Wha hayapins eff’n ah leyet ‘m don… ageeyin?
Reya shakes her head in disbelief.
Reya Alonso: You ain’t let him down ever, how could you think that?
Shawn nods sadly.
Shawn Worley: Ahs allus beeyin th weekin.
Reya slaps him across the face. Shawn’s hand shoots up to his face in shock.
Shawn Worley: Dayamn, wha wuz thet fo?
Reya points at him looking angry.
Reya Alonso: No eres una perra! No eres un pendejo o maricon o un perdedor! Nunca te llamas a ti mismo que nunca mas!
Shawn Worley: But…
Reya shakes her head wagging her finger at him.
Reya Alonso: Shawn Worley, don’t you dare sell yourself short like that! How can you let these pendejos get to you like that?
Shawn bites his bottom lip.
Shawn Worley: Cowz they dun got me, Rayuh! Theys got me gud!
Reya shrugs.
Reya Alonso: So they got you once…
She shrugs again.
Reya Alonso: So what?
She takes his face in her hands.
Reya Alonso: Baby, you can do this! So you’re not the fighter that Cameron is, so what? Nobody said this had to be a fight. Make him play your game. He’s an arrogant culero who probably would just for shits and giggles. Use that against him!
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Ok…
Reya looks at him expectantly.
Reya Alonso: Ok?
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: ok?
Reya smile and leans close to him.
Reya Alonso: And remember, you’re the one with the hot chick you didn’t have to pay for in your bed!
Shawn smiles, kissing her.
Shawn Worley: Yeyes mayam!
Reya smiles.
Reya Alonso: Better!
She kisses him again.
Reya Alonso: Now fuck me, big boy!
Shawn smiles, nodding again.
Shawn Worley: Yeyes mayam!!
Shawn Worley: Y’na, ahwuz waard whan y’all sayid y’wuz gon rayid, b’gotst’dmit.. y’all luck gud!
The woman smiles, blushing as Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: S’th’trooth, Rayuh!
Reya Alonso can’t help but smile brighter.
Reya Alonso: I wonder if Cameron would like Carmen to try it…
Shawn laughs.
Shawn Worley: Smuch az he dun luvd th’ Frinek tayat, Ahd majin he’d luv wold cull’rd hayer!
Giggling at the thought, Reya leans over and kisses Shawn. Shawn smiles for her but she can see from the look in his eyes that everything is not all peaches and cream here.
Reya Alonso: So, what’s wrong?
Shawn just shakes his head hoping she won’t press the matter.
Shawn Worley: Nuthin’.
Cocking her head, Reya just gives a look that tells him that hope is in vain.
Reya Alonso: Shawnie…
He starts to answer but only manages to shake his head dismissively. Reya sits up, worry starting to creep in her mind. This was not like Shawn and she knew it.
Reya Alonso: Shawnie, what’s wrong? For real, you haven’t been yourself for a good couple of weeks now, what’s going on?
He just shakes his head again.
Shawn Worley: Nuthin’.
She crosses her arms telling him without a word that she’s not going to drop this subject.
Shawn Worley: Nuthin, ah jis ain’t luckin’ foewud t’the mayatch s’all.
Reya frowns, not quite believing that was all there was to it.
Reya Alonso: Why? I thought you guys wanted to have another match with those guys because of how they stole the win last time.
Shawn nods, conceding the point.
Shawn Worley: Diyid…
Reya just looks at him like she knows something is up.
Reya Alonso: Then… what?
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: Nuthin’, theys jis born. Sayid the’ sayim dayam thang evra dayamn tom! Lack th’ ony thang theys got’’s fum ha we towk…
She stares at him for what seems like forever, allowing her arms to unfold and fall back to normal. Studying him with her eyes, Reya’s right hand finds it’s way to Shawn’s.
Reya Alonso: So what’s really wrong?
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: Ah dun jis tol yu!
Reya shakes her head looking annoyed.
Reya Alonso: No me vengas con esa mierda! ¿Qué pasa? ¿Por qué estás sentado aquí mintiendo?
Shawn just stares at her, completely flabbergasted.
Shawn Worley: Wha?
Reya nods to him knowingly.
Reya Alonso: I’ve heard you and Cameron sling that line of bullshit pretty much constantly for the last month and while he might believe it, you never sound quite as convincing, Shawn. So what is going on here? Why do these two rich jackasses drive you so crazy?
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: Ain’t nuthin’.
Reya nods.
Reya Alonso: I know, now out with it before I slap the gringo out of you!
Shawn stares at her in shock. How had she noticed? Seemingly reading his mind, Reya softens, smiling sympathetically.
Reya Alonso: Shawn, soy tu novia, veo las cosas si quieres que o no.
She smiles again.
Reya Alonso: It’s my job to see…
Shawn nods slowly.
Shawn Worley: Wha hayapins eff’n theys rat? Wha hayapins eff’n ah kaint hang? Ah ain’t neva beyin th’ fotter thet Cayam eeyiz.
He pauses, looking truly upset.
Shawn Worley: Wha hayapins eff’n ah leyet ‘m don… ageeyin?
Reya shakes her head in disbelief.
Reya Alonso: You ain’t let him down ever, how could you think that?
Shawn nods sadly.
Shawn Worley: Ahs allus beeyin th weekin.
Reya slaps him across the face. Shawn’s hand shoots up to his face in shock.
Shawn Worley: Dayamn, wha wuz thet fo?
Reya points at him looking angry.
Reya Alonso: No eres una perra! No eres un pendejo o maricon o un perdedor! Nunca te llamas a ti mismo que nunca mas!
Shawn Worley: But…
Reya shakes her head wagging her finger at him.
Reya Alonso: Shawn Worley, don’t you dare sell yourself short like that! How can you let these pendejos get to you like that?
Shawn bites his bottom lip.
Shawn Worley: Cowz they dun got me, Rayuh! Theys got me gud!
Reya shrugs.
Reya Alonso: So they got you once…
She shrugs again.
Reya Alonso: So what?
She takes his face in her hands.
Reya Alonso: Baby, you can do this! So you’re not the fighter that Cameron is, so what? Nobody said this had to be a fight. Make him play your game. He’s an arrogant culero who probably would just for shits and giggles. Use that against him!
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Ok…
Reya looks at him expectantly.
Reya Alonso: Ok?
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: ok?
Reya smile and leans close to him.
Reya Alonso: And remember, you’re the one with the hot chick you didn’t have to pay for in your bed!
Shawn smiles, kissing her.
Shawn Worley: Yeyes mayam!
Reya smiles.
Reya Alonso: Better!
She kisses him again.
Reya Alonso: Now fuck me, big boy!
Shawn smiles, nodding again.
Shawn Worley: Yeyes mayam!!
