WHSmith vs. Party Nation - TAG TEAM TITLES

[coreycz]

Tag Team Championship
WHSmith (c) vs. Party Nation

RP Limit - 2

[pete]

"Little Willy" Smith sloshes his pint unhappily, a look of concern contorting the corners of his mouth downwards as his shoulders sink towards the table. To his immediate left, his brother and tag-team partner tries, for the umpteenth time, to cheer him up, to no avail:

Handsome Harry Smith: Aw, c'mon, Big Bill, it was jus' a loss, innit?[/color]

Bill, however, is not appeased:

Bill Smith: 'Just a loss' my arse! Don't ya see, Harry? First we win the titles and the match doesn't go on the transmission. Then I have to lose to some new guy. They don't give a shit about us, bro. Face it.[/color]

Harry Smith: You're talking bollocks! Of course they give a shit! Hello, we 'ave the bloody titles. don't we?[/color]

Bill, sarcastically: Yeah...out of how many teams in the division...?

Stumped by this answer from his brother, Harry tries to come up with a valid retort. His brain, however, is not helping, and he is grateful when two attractive women enter the bar and provide a distraction.

Harry Smith: Hey! Look over there![/color]

Bill cranes his neck to follow his brother's finger, examining the two girls before turning back to Harry, who nudges him, a huge grin invading his features:

Harry Smith: Go talk to 'em then![/color]

Bill Smith: ME?! Why don't YOU go? You're the one's good with the birds! In case you forgot, I'm blimmin' married![/color]

Harry Smith: Yeh, but yer also lovable and huggable...!

Bill Smith: Piss off![/color]

As it turns out, however, none of the lads has to approach the ladies, as they both stride over to their table, drinks in hand. The one in front has a filled-to-the-brim pint, while the one at the back makes do with WKD Blue. As they approach the table, her companion is berating her about it:

Girl #1: 'Onestlay, Ell, you litrullay, only drink crap![/color]

Girl #2: I don't like the taste of beer, OK?

Her partner, however, has stopped paying attention to her, as she now turns to Harry and Bill:

Girl #1: You're the Smiths, aren't you?[/color]

Harry grins:

Harry Smith[/b]: Nah, love. We're WHSmith. An' you are...?[/color]

The girl replies forcefully:

Girl #1: We're the ladies who're goaner take yer belts![/color]

This makes the eldest Smith chuckle:

Harry Smith: Yeh? How come?[/color]

The girl looks defiant:

Girl #1: 'Cause way're the UK Dragons! WOOOO![/color]

Here, her partner finally butts in:

Girl #2: Laurel, you're drunk. Sit down.[/color]

Then, to the boys, with a grimace:

Girl #2: Sorry.[/color]

Laurel, however, seems to have other plans, as she plops down on the seat beside Harry:

Laurel Ann Hardy[/b]: Arm wrassle yez...![/color]

Harry chuckles again: Sorry babes...I don't wanna hurt yez...not yet at least...[/color]

Laurel looks huffy at this, but Harry's grin is so candid that she lets out a high, whooping howl of delight, punching him in the arm. The trucker replies in kind, and it does not take more than a few moments before the two are engaged in a chip challenge, trying to see who can stuff the most into their mouth at once. This leaves their two tag team partners to grin at one another shyly and make awkward small talk:

Bill Smith[/b]: So...looks like your friend likes my brother...[/color]

Girl #2, with a twinge of disappointment: Yeah...

Bill, reading into her expression: But look, this isn't a double date or anything, OK? I'm happily married with a baby on the way...[/color]

The youngest Smith brother holds up his ringed hand, and the girl's face changes to a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thanks for levelling with me", that look says, but also: "thanks for understanding and not fancying me". Bill replies with a smirk of his own, to indicate he understands, and holds out a hand:

Bill Smith: Bill. And you are...Angelina?[/color]

Girl #2. laughing: I wish! It's Evangelista...Leanne Evangelista.

Bill Smith: Well, pleased to meet you, Leanne. Looks like you need another drink there...on me?

Evangelista smirks: Only if you let me get the next one...

Bill Smith, smiling: Deal!

And as they set off together towards the counter of the cozy, traditionally-decorated bar, leaving the two tipsy lovebirds alone at the table, Bill feels, for a moment, like he is back in Hampshire, with his friends, on a nice night out. Like he is home.

(Special thanks to Styg for letting me use his Dragons!)