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Tara cuddles. "Looking forward to seeing her again?"

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Seth wraps an arm around her shoulders. "Yes, a lot actually." He looks over at her. "That doesn't bother you at all?"

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"The whole giving a damn thing is really hot, Boss. Thanks. But no. I don't have a problem with your getting what you want."

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He gives a light kiss to her temple. "You'll love Vegas. It's a hell of a town."

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"I bet!"

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And it wasn't too long before they made their descent into Vegas. "So, anywhere you'd like to go first before we head-on over to the arena?"

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"I've gotta take a look at the Luxor before we leave, but otherwise, we can head right there."

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"Then I promise we will." A private limo was already waiting for them. "Tyler, to the arena."

"Sure boss." When everyone's inside, they head out.

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Tara and her spiky accessories and steel-toed boots stay snuggled to Seth in the car. "You going to get a chance to talk to her before she's thrashing somebody?"

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"We're running early so I don't see why not." He looks out the window. "Speaking of which, we're here."

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"Okay." And in the process of getting out, Tara's posture in relation to him magically gets more platonic. And then they spot Ciara and she smiles cordially. "Hi."

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Ciara was taking a little time to meet and greet some of her fans who had come to the match early, signing autographs and answering press questions.

When she caught sight of Aldo entering, along with Tara and Tyler, she grinned and waved them over.

"Good, y'all got here in one piece," she said approvingly, "You never know what shit the fucking airlines are gonna pull." She nodded to Tara and Tyler. "'Sup, y'all."

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Tylr gave a polite nod.

"Tell me about it," Aldo started. "We decided to cut the middlemen and took one of the company planes." He smiles at Ciara, almost warmly. "It's good to see you." He composes himself. "Let me formally introduce Tara Davidson. Tara, this is Ciara Talbot, toughest fighter to hit the circuit in years."

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"Nice to meetcha."

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"Yeah, we talked once. Some shit like that," Ciara said nodding. "You're cuter in person."

"So, then, y'all got the tix I reserved for you?"

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He fights the urge to smirk about the "cute" comment. He removes the tickets from his shirt. "Right here,"

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"Good. I was afraid I was gonna have to bust some heads otherwise. Can't trust the motherfucking agents, y'know," she said. "Best seats in the house, y'all. I'll try not to get too much blood on you."

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"That's okay, Ciara. I'm not unaccustomed to having blood on me. Still, thank you," he looks over at Tara briefly, noting her sudden change in behavior.

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"Aw, thanks." Tara smiles. "I haven't been bled on in ages. Hope you have a good time at work."

It's just courtesy, Tara figures, not to hang all over him in front of his friend with benefits.

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"Babycakes, I get to beat the shit out of people for a living. How is it not a good time?" Ciara laughed. "Y'all lookin' forward to this? Maybe I'll see if I can't get y'all some souvenir teeth after I knock 'em out of Li'l Miss Hotshot's fucking mouth."

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"I can't argue with that," he says with a smile. "Oh? That'd be an interesting thing to take home."

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"Okay, now I need to stop thinking of the physics of projectile teeth."

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