I'm pleasantly surprised to have received an invitation back to the Catfight Queen Tournament, even after succumbing to an embarrassing near-drowning experience vs. Lyanna. Alright, it was close -- far too close of a match up than either of us were expecting -- but the veteran eventually overcame my rambunctious, youthful assault by gradually leading our tussle out to the deep end where I simply tired myself out. A pro move from a fan favorite... and it afforded her the opportunity to drag me back to the shallow end, effortlessly tying me up in a boston crab which held my head underwater long enough to get me to submit in a choking panic.
All that aside, I'm happy to be invited to participate in another round, this time at the Palace. It's a gorgeous building and reminds me of the galas suitors would drag me to in order to impress me with affluence and pomp. Never really was my thing, but I learned to fit in well enough (seriously though, hook me up with a bucket of popcorn and a good movie, and I'm a happy camper). I arrive in a modest white dress -- not too flashy, yet nothing to scoff at -- and an assortment of eye-catching neon jewelry to really put the "Sara" stamp on the ensemble.
I take a look around the main lobby and I spot a few of the other competitors, but not Lyanna who I intend on paying back for her victory at the water park. Man, the look on her face, seeing me show up once more... Like a gorgeous neon-strapped ghost looking to haunt her ass, or at least kick it... Not much is going on in the Palace just yet, so I relax a bit, waving respectfully at my other rivals in the lobby, making my way to the kitchen to -- what else... -- get a head start on the liquor cabinet.
If I know my stormy there'll be.... YUP! Score! Everything I need for some pre-match Lemon Drops!
