Severine Leslie vs. Terrence Tillman
May 7, 2015 15:18:01 GMT -5
Post by AshCandor on May 7, 2015 15:18:01 GMT -5
“Gotta be careful in a pressure cooker situation like this, yeah?”
The tall blonde with the quirky haircut slid her way through the busy coffee bistro just outside of Greenwich Village in New York. She had an oversized cup of soy latte on a saucer filled to the brim, and she balanced it as she deftly dodged and darted around other customers and employees as she made her way to a little table in back, cameraman following her.
“Could get really hot, and I have no burning desire for that sticky situation.”
Severine Leslie turned on a dime and fluidly sat in the seat. She twirled right around and crossed one long leg over the other, leaning back against the brick wall of the coffee shop, sipping her drink.
“I’m ready for any and all obstacles in my way. And it seems we pop that cherry in Lion’s Den with Mr. Terrence Tillman. Hmm.”
She scratches her chin and begins doodling on the art pad that was sitting on the table.
“Well Mr. Tillman, I have no ill will toward ya… seem like a standup dude. I’m sure you plan on hitting me with every impactful move you can muster. Thing is… they call me the Sidewinder for a reason. I move with serpentine grace, almost like I haven’t a bone in my body. I duck, dodge, and roll with the impact. Very rarely will you hit me full-on. I’ve learned to evade, to bounce right out of any twisted bind.”
She bobbed her head to the indie tunes being played.
“See… you can be Mr. Terrific all you want. Thing is, I’m frustrating. I know it, I don’t make any apologies for it. Chicks like me won’t be under anybody’s thumb, pal. I will slither this way and that, liquid fire… artsy poetry in motion. You just can’t keep up with the funky beat I live my life to, because I keep my own tempo. And I’m not giving out hints, won’t be your dance instructor. You can look at the tape afterwards and see how I jumped, jived, and wailed on you.”
She hopped up and did an impromptu swing dance with an employee, who had a wide-eyed look on his face. She smiled and kissed his cheek playfully, before sending him on his way. She slid onto the table and twirled around before falling harmlessly off the other side, curled up in her seat.
“I’m a bit of a snake in the grass, but I don’t turn vicious unless I absolutely have to. So what’s it gonna be, boy? Wanna see some fangs? Shall I squeeze the life out of ya?"
She leaned back and rotated her legs as if riding a bicycle to emphasize her point, before folding them back almost Indian-style in her seat, showing off her long and limber attributes.
“I’m here to give the folks a taste of the alternative. To show that us artsy college types can be more than just intellectual; European grit with some New York hustle. I mean, we can discuss art and books out the wazoo, but I don’t think they have read-offs in the ring, or impromptu games of Pictionary. Nah, more punches and kicks to settle things, right?”
She finished up her drawing and held it up.
“See, you might call yourself Triple T… but after this show you will have this….”
She held up the page, a stylized ‘L’ that she had drawn.
“That being the Single ‘L’. See you in the ring, bud!”
The tall blonde with the quirky haircut slid her way through the busy coffee bistro just outside of Greenwich Village in New York. She had an oversized cup of soy latte on a saucer filled to the brim, and she balanced it as she deftly dodged and darted around other customers and employees as she made her way to a little table in back, cameraman following her.
“Could get really hot, and I have no burning desire for that sticky situation.”
Severine Leslie turned on a dime and fluidly sat in the seat. She twirled right around and crossed one long leg over the other, leaning back against the brick wall of the coffee shop, sipping her drink.
“I’m ready for any and all obstacles in my way. And it seems we pop that cherry in Lion’s Den with Mr. Terrence Tillman. Hmm.”
She scratches her chin and begins doodling on the art pad that was sitting on the table.
“Well Mr. Tillman, I have no ill will toward ya… seem like a standup dude. I’m sure you plan on hitting me with every impactful move you can muster. Thing is… they call me the Sidewinder for a reason. I move with serpentine grace, almost like I haven’t a bone in my body. I duck, dodge, and roll with the impact. Very rarely will you hit me full-on. I’ve learned to evade, to bounce right out of any twisted bind.”
She bobbed her head to the indie tunes being played.
“See… you can be Mr. Terrific all you want. Thing is, I’m frustrating. I know it, I don’t make any apologies for it. Chicks like me won’t be under anybody’s thumb, pal. I will slither this way and that, liquid fire… artsy poetry in motion. You just can’t keep up with the funky beat I live my life to, because I keep my own tempo. And I’m not giving out hints, won’t be your dance instructor. You can look at the tape afterwards and see how I jumped, jived, and wailed on you.”
She hopped up and did an impromptu swing dance with an employee, who had a wide-eyed look on his face. She smiled and kissed his cheek playfully, before sending him on his way. She slid onto the table and twirled around before falling harmlessly off the other side, curled up in her seat.
“I’m a bit of a snake in the grass, but I don’t turn vicious unless I absolutely have to. So what’s it gonna be, boy? Wanna see some fangs? Shall I squeeze the life out of ya?"
She leaned back and rotated her legs as if riding a bicycle to emphasize her point, before folding them back almost Indian-style in her seat, showing off her long and limber attributes.
“I’m here to give the folks a taste of the alternative. To show that us artsy college types can be more than just intellectual; European grit with some New York hustle. I mean, we can discuss art and books out the wazoo, but I don’t think they have read-offs in the ring, or impromptu games of Pictionary. Nah, more punches and kicks to settle things, right?”
She finished up her drawing and held it up.
“See, you might call yourself Triple T… but after this show you will have this….”
She held up the page, a stylized ‘L’ that she had drawn.
“That being the Single ‘L’. See you in the ring, bud!”