Feel This Good

Part One

Amy Dumas winced in pain when she pinched herself, an attempt to find out if she was dreaming or if there really were three abominable snowmen stumbling into the hotel lobby. She wasn't, the pain reminding her that she was awake and she blinked in surprise when the snowmen began to melt away, revealing three completely smashed blonde Canadians. Wrestlers that had caught sight of her and were quickly making their way over. They stood in front of her in a flash, each man grinned a mile wide grin, their eyes squinted. The tallest of the men was the first to speak, offering her a hello and moving towards her with his arms out, wanting to hug her. But on his second step, he tripped over his own feet and began to fall forward, the redheaded diva catching him but stumbling under his weight and almost falling down. She let out a groan in response, letting him go when he seemed steady, well, steadier anyway, on his feet.

"Oops," Adam Copeland giggled, shoving his wet hair away from his face and staring down at her.

Amy rolled her eyes. She then began the task of wiping down the moisture that had traveled from him to her during their brief contact. "Do I even want to know why it is y'all are drunk off of your asses right now?"

"No reason why-"

"Just wanted to," Jay Reso interrupted.

"I thought y'all were staying at a different hotel?" When Chris Irvine frowned at her words, she arched a brow at him. "Please tell me y'all haven't forgotten what hotel y'all are stayin' at."

Chris scrunched up his face, the diva smirking at the sight and thought that he even looked kinda cute. "Of course we didn't forget. We're at the Marriott. We were eating at the hotel restaurant, you know."

She crossed her arms over her chest, hip jutted out as she stared at each Canadian in turn. "Which explains why you're standing *here* of all places? There is a blizzard outside, in case y'all forgot that. But, judging by the fact that y'all were earlier covered in snow and are now wet, I would think that the three of you are well aware of that fact."

Chris mocked her, pushing his own wet hair away from his face. His words only slightly slurred. "Since the only reason why we're staying at a different hotel is because there was no vacancy at this one, we figured that we might as well head here and see what everyone else is doing."

"And you got here, how?"

"By our two feets, of course!" Adam grinned at her, looking rather pleased with himself.

Amy's eyes widened, completely ignoring the childish way he had spoken as well as the way Jay and Chris were nodding their heads enthusiastically. "You walked! Are you serious? Someone please tell me that dear Edge-ward here is joking. Not only are you morons not wearing any coats, but the Marriott is like three blocks away!"

"Nope, no joke here," Jay answered.

Adam grinned mischievously, casting his eyes on the man that played his on-screen brother and was one of his best friends in real life. "Well, that's not true, exactly. I mean, I have heard some of our co-workers call *you* a joke on occasion."

"You are not nice." Jay scowled at him while Chris broke out laughing, Amy trying her best to hold in her giggles. Adam smiled innocently.

Amy sighed, pushing her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "Look, I'm actually heading back to my room, which I'm sharing with Trish. Y'all are welcome to come with and stay. Lord knows what kinda trouble you three would get into otherwise."

"When have we ever gotten into any trouble?"

"Would you like a list, Chris?"

"Not our faults, well, not *my* fault, anyway. Everything we've ever gotten into trouble for were the masterminds of your Hardy boys or E&C-"

"Oh, whatever!" Adam and Jay exclaimed at the same time.

"I seem to remember an incident involving jello and the hotel room toilets, that was all *you* buddy!" Adam pointed out.

Chris opened his mouth to retort, but Amy shoved her hand over his mouth. Yelping when he licked the palm of her hand. She narrowed her eyes, only receiving a fluttering of his eyebrows in response.

"All right, I know this is a far off concept for y'all, but can you please behave. I don't wanna get kicked out of the hotel and have to find somewhere else to stay."

"You can always stay with one of us. Me, preferably. If we do get kicked out, it's not like we're actually guests here."

"Well, I *am* and I don't feel like dragging my bags three blocks!"

Wanting to get out of the lobby quickly, Amy made her way to the elevators, pressing the up button and waiting. A quick glance over her shoulder telling her that the inebriated wrestlers were indeed behind her. Releasing a relieved breath as the elevator in front of her slid open, she ushered the three inside before stepping in as well. Arching a brow when she noticed the buttons for all five floors were pushed. She turned to the three suspects, and since Jay seemed to look the most innocent, she figured that was his doing. Settling inside, she crossed her arms over her chest, the ride to the third floor, where her room was located, would take longer than needed since the elevator would open again for the lobby and then for the second floor before they finally got to the third floor.

"Chris!" she exclaimed when he darted out of the elevator and back onto the lobby floor before it was fully open. She made the move to follow him but was held back by Adam, Jay pushing the button that would close the elevators once again. The duo laughing hysterically all the while. "What are you doing? He's gonna get into so much trouble!"

"Let him get into trouble," Jay said, leaning his back against one wall of the elevator, Adam doing the same across of him. Amy stood in the middle with a pout.

"Fine, whatever, but if he calls us from the city jail, y'all are shoveling out the money to bail him out."