Into view steps Hans von Richtoven himself, padding towards the door. Reaching it, he glances through the peephole, before unlocking the door and stepping aside; allowing his younger brother Heinrich to enter.
(Heinrich): Morning Hans.
(Hans): Morning.
The two hug briefly, Heinrich patting his brother on the back as he enters the room, before stepping aside to allow Hans to shut the door behind him.
(Hans): Want me to take your jacket?
(Heinrich): Oh, please.
Heinrich unzips the leather jacket, sliding it off and passing it to his brother in one smooth motion.
(Hans): How's the head?
(Heinrich): Still a bit tender, but it's healing nicely. *Laughs* Stings like hell if I get shampoo near it though…
His elder brother snorts with amusement, as he hangs Heinrich's jacket up in the small inset cupboard off from the entrance.
(Hans): So you'll not be planning on head butting anyone at the PPV then, will you?
(Heinrich): Mmm. I'd rather not have to…
He tails off with a low chuckle, as the two of them step into the lounge area proper.
(Heinrich): What about yourself? Any aches and pains where Kurt worked you over?
(Hans): I'm a bit stiff, and I get the odd twinge if I stretch and extend my muscles quickly, or hold any irregular position for too long, but Vanessa booked me at this masseuse that she knows, and that's been helping no end.
(Heinrich): Good, good…
He flops down onto one of the sofas.
(Heinrich): … just be careful she doesn't start booking you in for manicures next…
Hans rolls his eyes at his brother's words as he sits across from him on the other sofa. He flashes a smile at his brother, eyes flickering down to his nails.
(Hans): Who’s to say that I don’t make use of such a thing as it is anyway?
Heinrich leans across, his eyes moving to his brothers hands, as a dismissive expression flourishes on his face. Satisfied with what he’s seen, he leans back.
(Heinrich): Well whoever it is you go to, I’d be demanding they do a better job in future…
(Hans): Touché.
The two brothers grin in amusement, before Hans gets to his feet, padding towards the kitchen section of the apartment.
(Hans): Can I get you anything?
(Heinrich): Erm… I’ll take a beer if you’ve got one.
(Hans): Any preference?
(Heinrich): Whatever choice you’re having, I’ll be good with.
Hans disappears from view momentarily, although the sound of the fridge, and then two distinctive cracks as the tops are removed from two beer bottles come from off camera. Hans re-emerges with a bottle of Peroni in each hand.
(Hans): You should be more assertive. If I was feeling cruel, I could so easily have given you that drain water that Logan seems to have a taste for…
He passes one of the bottles over to his brother, and clinks the head of his against it.
(Heinrich): Cheers.
The two take a sip from their respective bottles.
(Heinrich): I can be assertive you know. I just choose not to be at ten in the morning.
Hans sits down once more opposite his brother, before taking a long sip from his Peroni. The two sit in silence for a few moments, enjoying the peace,
(Heinrich): So…
He settles his bottle down onto the coffee table between the two sofas.
(Heinrich): … where’s Vanessa?
(Hans): She’s out shopping with some of her girlfriends. I’m sure she mentioned that a birthday was involved as well…
(Heinrich): You’re sure?
(Hans): *Chuckles* Hey, I stayed up late to watch the Japanese GP, so I wasn’t really awake when she was getting ready to go out.
(Heinrich): Did you at least tell her we’re hitting the gym later on this afternoon?
Hans nods at this as he takes a sip of his beer.
(Hans): Mm-hmm.
He swallows.
(Hans): Yeah, she knows.
(Heinrich): And she’s fine with you coming home late in the evening having had your ass kicked for most of the day?
(Hans): Oh yeah. It’ll give her time to hide the most expensive items she’s bought…
He smirks.
(Hans): As for getting my ass kicked? In your dreams Heinrich, in your dreams.
(Heinrich): That’s the spirit.
(Hans): Is this your attempt to get me psyched up for this set of matches with Eddie?
He takes another sip of his beer.
(Hans): Let me assure you, I don’t need any more motivation.
(Heinrich): You so sure of that?
(Hans): Well… *Smirks* I could probably do with a little pick me up. The dead speak louder than he does these days, so there are times I forget just how much of an odious little cretin he is.
Heinrich laughs, crows feet forming at the corners of his eyes as he does so.
(Hans): What about yourself, needing any motivation for this fatal four way?
(Heinrich): No, I’m good thanks. I’m a little irritated that I’m not regarded as the number one contender for the Spotlight still, considering how I got screwed over, but hey. *Shrugs* Life goes on as they say. Be good to get back in the ring with Logan though.
(Hans): It’s Ricky and the new kid you’ve got involved as well, isn’t it?
(Heinrich): Yeah. I don’t agree with that waste of space being given this opportunity, and I’ll make that abundantly clear in-ring, but this Zero guy seems an ok sort.
He thinks back on the previous Havoc’s, smiling at the memory.
(Heinrich): And he’s ticked off Senester, which puts him in my good books.
(Hans): Well he’d better tread carefully from here on in. Much like yourself around Butch if I’m honest.
A mild look of surprise forms on Heinrich’s face at this.
(Heinrich): Mm-hmm? Care to explain?
(Hans): You’re not thinking straight when it comes to him Heinrich. The mere thought of sticking it to him in any shape or form is like a red rag to a bull when it comes to you.
(Heinrich): Well at least I’m not sitting by idly despite all that he’s done.
The two stare impassively at one another, aware of the line that they’ve reached, before after a few seconds realizing that this is neither the time nor place for such a thing.
Heinrich slumps further back into the sofa, hesitatingly he breaks the silence.
(Heinrich): So is there anything stopping us heading to the gym now? Least we can let rip at one another in a controlled environment.
Hans chuckles in a relieved manner, the tension evaporating from him, as he finishes his Peroni.
(Hans): Nothing. So finish your beer, and I’ll get ready.
The scene fades to black.
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