Wrestlers, Divas, and General Immaturity
Word Prompt: Flashlight
As a child, she was taught not to be out after dark because bad things happened. Fortunately, she was no longer a child and she was more than able to take care of herself. It also helped that she wasn't exactly alone. Sure, she argued with herself, she was alone for the moment; the flashlight held tightly in her fist pointing this way and that. But, it was all part of their little game. Whose idea it was to play hide and seek during the dead of night, in the middle of a playground of all places, was lost to her. As for why they had all agreed to it... There was never really a reason for most of the things they did... They just did it.
"Marco..."
"Polo?" Her fellow Diva, Trish Stratus, called out. A pause before she asked, "Are your eyes closed? Don't your eyes have to be closed for us to play Marco Polo?"
Lita rolled her eyes. "No, Trishers, my eyes aren't closed. Although, they might as well be for all that I'm seeing right now."
"What can you see?"
"Grass, grass, foot-" Lita quickly turned in the direction she had seen the foot go. She cursed when whoever the foot belonged to (she was guessing it was one of the guys) disappeared. "Marco..."
"Polo," this time it was Jeff Hardy that had replied. And she startled because he was close, very close considering that his breath tickled her ear. She spun around in hopes of catching him...
"Damn it, Jeffro, stay still!"
His chuckles were heard farther away.
"Marco..."
"Polo. And, wait a second, isn't Marco Polo usually played inside a pool?" Trish again.
"I'm improvising, just go with it."
"Yeah, she needs all the help she can get."
"Shut up, Jericho!" Lita frowned, waving her flashlight around in front of her. "Or don't shut up, keep talking so I can figure out where the hell you are and you can be stuck trying to find everyone for a change."
"You'll never catch me, I'm like a ninja..."
She rolled her eyes, turning the flashlight off.
"I'm blind! Holy shit, I'm a blind ninja!" Still Chris.
A faint thud was heard before...
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" High-pitched, girly screaming...
"What the fuck did you do that for?"
"Dude, my foot!"
"My bad."
"Someone's touching my ass! Hands off ass... NOW!"
"Um, oops. Sorry, Edge."
"Trish?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Well, you can touch my ass whenever you want."
"Pervert."
"You know it, babe."
"You can turn that flashlight on whenever you want... Leets?"
Lita stood unmoving, waiting until someone got close enough before...
"Gotcha!"
Chris Jericho scowled at her, his eyes squinting because of the light. "Not fair. You cheated!"
Lita arched a brow. "I wasn't aware that there were any rules..."
The blond man pouted. "Every game has rules."
"Well, we never established any... Would you please just count to a hundred," she threw the flashlight at him and giggled when he failed to catch it, the wrestler for some reason bending his head forward; the flashlight smacking against his head.
He groaned in pain.
"Eyes closed, Jerky," she told him, turning around and quickly running off. The diva colliding with another body, easily able to tell it was Trish; they were the only Divas present.
"I'm getting tired of this game," the blonde whispered.
"Me, too," came a soft southern voice next, Jeff standing behind her.
Lita smirked, "Wanna leave the rest of them here and head back to my house? I'm starving!"
Trish and Jeff agreed without protest.
"Us, too!" Randy Orton and John Cena spoke up, joining the three as they walked home; leaving Edge, Christian, and Jericho in the park.
"Ninety, a hundred," counted Chris.
"You're not supposed to count by tens, that's cheating!"
"Shut up, jackass!