Seventy Eight (III)

.....and Avery yelps, wiggling out of his hold.

"You monster," she grumbles, closing the bathroom door in his face as she walks over to the sink.

She brushes her teeth and washes her face in record time, taking a minute to pee and sort herself out.

She's finally fully awake when she reopens the bathroom door, glancing over at Roman, who plopped himself onto the bed.

"Okay, how much time do we have?" She asks as she applies her moisturiser, digging through her suitcase.

"Fifteen minutes till breakfast," he nods, and she squeaks, pulling out a pair of leggings and a workout top.

The judges can be called in to stop fights, and she has to be dressed for it.

"Hurry up!" She exclaims once she realises that he isn't making any move to get dressed.

"I was waiting until you were done in the bathroom!" He responds in a matching high-pitched voice, scuttling into the bathroom with his hands raised in innocence.

As soon as the door shuts, Avery clambers into her clothes, brushing her hair while s