Post by Kris on Dec 3, 2010 3:08:38 GMT -4
Since I helped him with his - and, y'know, we're handling a tag team and all - Tim co-wrote this with me. I hope it's not a problem! 
There was just something about autumn evenings that Kaycee Young adored. Maybe it was the crispness of the air, or the brilliant reds and oranges that overtook the green on the trees… whatever it was, there was just nothing quite like kicking back in her back yard and enjoying a mug of spiced apple cider while she watched the sun set, a small fire going in the nearby fire pit to keep from getting too cold as darkness fell. Such is exactly what she is doing when the scene opens, something that would surprise precisely no one that knows Kaycee at all. An old pair of jeans is paired with an equally-worn Nextwave hoodie, the theme comfort rather than style or formality… and judging by the contented sigh that escapes her lips, the redhead is plenty comfortable indeed as she lays upon the grass, emerald eyes gazing up at the sky.
Of course, having a handsome young Latino's stomach to use as a pillow sure didn't hurt…
Brandon Young: Pass the cider, gorgeous.
Dressed in a Nextwave sweatshirt of his own and a pair of jeans, Brandon's smirking as he looks down at his wife, a dark brow raised in silent question. Try as she might, Kaycee can't help but blush a little as she passed the plastic mug up to her husband after taking a sip of it for herself. What came next isn't a surprise; he chugs what was left before letting out a satisfied-sounding belch, dropping the empty cup on the grass beside his head. The redhead sighs to herself and rolls her eyes.
Kaycee Young: Donny, you dork… I wanted some of that!
Brandon: Well then get up and get us some more, woman.
Kaycee tilts her head to glare at him.
Brandon: ..I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Sorry, I'll get us s'more.
Kaycee: But then I'd have to move… and I'm comfortable.
A pause; her eyes narrow a little in mock-irritation.
Kaycee: …you clever little… you KNEW I wouldn't want to move!
Brandon whistles innocently and looks away.
Brandon: ..I have no idea what you're talking about.
For a moment, it seems that he might get the chewing out that he deserves… but instead, Kaycee can't help but chuckle softly, rolling onto her side to have an easier time at looking at her husband.
Kaycee: …I love you, you goofball.
Brandon: Love you too.
The couple smile at each other, Brandon reaching down to run a hand along a cheek that he's seemingly loved for as long as he's lived… it's a notion that isn't far from the truth. For a moment, they simply look at each other - but then the cameraman clears his throat, startling the redhead. Quickly rolling back onto her back, she acknowledges the camera with a sheepish little wave.
Kaycee: Oh dear, I'm sorry… I forgot that you were there, sir.
Brandon: Yeah, well… I can't help it if I have that effect on you, Kayc!
Facepalming, she chuckles softly to herself before she tries to at least vaguely look and sound professional. Behind her, Brandon makes faces and puts bunny ears on her head with his hands. Without so much as glancing behind herself, she gently bats his hands away from her as she continues to speak, her amusement bright in her eyes.
Kaycee: Hello again! As you may or may not remember, my name is Kaycee Young… and I am here to compete. Not that I wouldn't mind making some new friends, or traveling the world or any of that other good stuff, because I certainly wouldn't - but at the end of the day? I am going to work my fingers to the bone, if I must, in order to make it to the top. Be it in singles competition or as a tag-team with my… handsome husband--
Brandon: Either thing would be a-okay with me.
Aww, how supportive… Kaycee turns as red as her hair as she smiles bashfully.
Kaycee: …a-and it's moments like this that make me wonder just how some other lucky lady didn't scoop you up before I did.
Brandon: Cause no other woman's ever matched upta you.
Brandon grins as he watches his wife turn red again. Unable to help herself, Kaycee rolls onto her stomach and crawls along the grass to settle in against his side, her head resting on his shoulder and an arm draped across his chest. Once she's settled, she looks up at the camera again.
Kaycee: A-As I was saying… no matter what APW throws at me - at us - we both are going to overcome it. We will not bow, we will not break… and we're not going to quit until we've gotten the success that we both deserve.
Brandon: In-fricken-deed!
His wife nods… then a mischievous smile tugs at her lips.
Kaycee: Now, if you'll excuse me… I have some vengeance to gain.
Brandon: Oh reaaaally..?
Kaycee: Yes, Donny… reaaaally.
Suddenly, she turns to face him, her hands both attacking his side with… tickles!?
Kaycee: Take that, you cider-stealing dork!
Brandon: Gahhhhh! No faaiiiiir!
Kaycee: All's fair in love and apple cider!
Brandon: Noooooo!
As everything fades to black, the redhead's hands wind up on the sides of his husband. Tickling fingers go still as she lets out a soft sigh, Brandon's hands creeping up onto her back to hold her close as the cameraman allows the pair to have the privacy that they surely want.
