Chelsea vs Janet Bikini boxing

It was slow going but she wasn't exactly eager to break off from the girl even if she was just for the sake of getting up, she was tired and could honestly just fall asleep at this point of it didn't mean she would have to get up on her own. Though that was slowly working its way to succession there conversation hit a roadblock of sorts when both suggested the other pick the match for the same reason, Though Chelsea refused to back down form her idea, for various reasons, one that was more prominent then the others.

"Yeah but that feels too much like I'm being rewarded for losing, which decisive or not still happened. So again I have to pass that little baton back at you Janet." She said though her next suggestion had her think a little about the idea as it seemed rather fair, hopefully they could come to an agreement. "Sure. That's probably for the best between us that we pick something that can have something decisive and both of us be good at, less room for excuses." she said as the redhead and the brunette continued there walk.

It seemed that neither one of them wanted the responsibility of picking the theme of the next match. Chelsea may not have wanted to be rewarded for losing, but Janet wanted to be certain to prove that her win tonight had not been a fluke by following it up with a victory in a realm that Chelsea might favor. Since neither of them wanted to take on the responsibility, it seemed only appropriate that the two of them share it. Chelsea seemed agreeable to the concept, for which Janet was glad. It wouldn't do to bicker right now, as the two needed each other's support to stay on their feet as they made their way up the ramp and out of the arena.

"Good. We can chat about it over the phone sometime...or, better yet, get together for dinner and make the decision," Janet would say, her voice getting a little softer as she found it more difficult to concentrate the farther they walked. She leaned a little harder into Chelsea, and hoped she wasn't sending them off-course towards the side of the ramp. She needed to lie down, and soon. "So you've gotta give me your number, sweetie, and we'll figure it out, huh?"

As they made their way out of the ring, Janet was very glad indeed that she had ended the match one very good friend richer.