WHAT A MESS
We come back from commercial to an interesting combination; the boss, Lindsay Troy, is chatting it up with a returning Kohime Mori. Mori is dressed in a pink shirt with “BODYGUARD” as two separate words in white stacked on top of each other. Black skinny jeans adorn her legs, with purple and white sneakers on her feet. LT, for her part, is dressed in a perfectly tailored designer suit and heels.
Kohime Mori: And then I said, “I don’t even know where that plum came from!”
LT appears to be in a much better mood than she was during her earlier encounter with Nate Colton, and she chuckles at what we assume is some kind of amusing anecdote. It’s at this time that Ria Lockhart saunters into frame. Despite looking like she’s ready to go out to the nearest nightclub, in a dress that clings to her like it’s painted on, Ria has a plate in her hands. Yes, she managed to make it to catering before Bobby could recover from their match. Her reward is a delectable looking piece of Boston cream pie. The Queen’s eyes immediately lock on to Lockhart.
Lindsay Troy: Hey Ria, good match earlier.
Ria gives a half-hearted nod Lindsay’s way.
Ria Lockhart: Yeah, hey.
The Queen lifts an eyebrow and an awkward silence permeates through the air. Kohime coughs in an attempt to put something out there to shatter the uncomfortable lull.
Kohime Mori: So, uh, how’s Wade doing?
Lindsay smiles at Kohime’s polite attempt at small talk.
Lindsay Troy: He’s good, Kohime. I’ll tell him you were asking after him.
The Queen then looks at Ria.
Lindsay Troy: I’m willing to give you leeway with this new attitude of yours up to a point, Ria, and that point includes whatever fun you think you’re having at Wade’s expense. It ends now.
Another glance to Kohime, and a nod.
Lindsay Troy: It’s good to have you back around, Kohime. Take care.
With that, the boss takes her leave. Kohime turns towards Ria.
Kohime Mori: Well, you heard her.
Ria snorts, flippantly waving her left hand towards Kohime while still holding the plate with her right.
Ria Lockhart: Uh huh. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna listen.
Kohime Mori: But-
Ria Lockhart: But nothing! Listen, if I go through Lisa, shit won’t get done. Lisa is a filter every bit as much as she is an assistant. If she doesn’t think LT has time or interest in a complaint, it won’t be brought to the boss’s attention.
Kohime folds her arms on her chest, her face scrunching up in thought. After a moment, Mori’s eyebrows raise up.
Kohime Mori: So you’re bugging Wade because…
Ria doesn’t give the young Japanese woman a chance to finish the thought.
Ria Lockhart: Because I want results. Why go through a middleman when you can go for the heart? I don’t care if I’m annoying as long as I get what I want.
Kohime Mori: Isn’t that… kinda selfish?
Ria stifles back a giggle while shaking her head.
Ria Lockhart: Oh Mori… Young, naive, stupid Mori… Of course it’s selfish. The thing is, I don’t give a shit. Being nice and kind didn’t get me crap. Hell, look at you. What did it get you? Nope. If I have to be the squeaky wheel, I will be. In fact, I kinda love doing it, if I’m being honest. It’s funny watching people get pissed off. Now if you’ll excuse me…
Ria switches the plate to her left hand. Her right hand snatches up the plastic fork sitting next to the cakey treat. Lockhart plunges the fork down sideways, slicing a small portion off the front. She stabs the piece and begins to raise it up towards her mouth. Mori’s eyes grow large, filled with terror.
Kohime Mori: NOOOOOOO!
Not a second after her dramatic cry, Kohime smacks the plate downward and out of Ria’s hand! The Boston cream pie tumbles to the floor with a resounding splat when it meets its destination. A stunned Lockhart can only stare at her fallen dessert. Her eyes pan upward towards Mori before her head slowly follows suit.
Ria Lockhart: What. The. FUCK?!
Kohime Mori: I’m your bodyguard. That means I guard your body! And if you have too many sweets, well…
Kohime leans down slightly and pokes at Ria’s tummy. Lockhart’s eyes swell, her face reddening, teeth clenching. Fragmented noises sputter through Ria’s teeth before she turns around and stomps away. Left alone, Kohime shrugs.
Kohime Mori: I mean, she could stand to lose a few pounds…
We then return to ringside for… shenanigans.