Short and not so sweet first chapter to the chillin at the holiday in spinoff. i dont often say it but i own nothing. Lita/Torrie. Read and review please.
Another day another hotel, therefore another hotel bar to wallow in. Stacy and Trish had been prancing around gleefully for weeks now and Lita was still feeling the twinge of pain every time she witnessed it. She knew she'd fucked things up royally but she wasn't lying when she said she loved Trish, not completely. Her heart said that she wanted to go back to those days but her mind knew it was long over. After all it was her fault, she walked out on her not the other way around. Back then she felt that Chris was what she needed but it seemed she didn't really know what the hell she wanted.
She cupped her drink in her hand, shaking the ice around before she tipped it back against her lips. Downing it she felt somewhat better, after a few drinks every night she always felt a little better about herself. Lita didn't look up but heard someone plop down on the bar stool beside her.
"I think what you did is horrible." The person said, and when the red head looked up she placed the face as belonging to Torrie Wilson.
"You do huh?" She replied once again taking a swig of the dark liquid watching the girl order a drink.
"Yeah I do." The blonde shot back. "And I outta hit you just as hard as they did."
Lita smirked, "Then why don't ya doll face? I'm sitting right here." She said tilting her jaw upward so Torrie could have a clear shot. She could hit her all she wanted; right now with the buzz she was feeling she was sure she wouldn't feel it.
Torrie titled her head and gave her a look. "Because I think that you're scared."
"Scared?" The red head inquired a rare laugh escaping her lips. "Of you? Please. I've shit turds bigger and meaner then you blondie."
The other woman shifted her weight on the stool swinging it to face the extreme diva. "No not of me…I think you're just like everybody else, you have insecurities. And I think that you're scared to give a shit about anybody but yourself. You wont let anybody through the walls you've built up, not even the people you clamed to love. How hard is it to just let somebody love you."
Laughing Lita spoke again, her dry sense of humour filling the room. "Oh yeah? Who died and made you queen of psychology."
"There you go again with the witty comments, real tough Lita. But you can't hide behind your sarcasm forever." With that the Boise native downed the rest of her drink and got up, leaving the red head alone once again.
Raising a seductive brow as she watched her walk away Lita couldn't help but notice what a tight little ass she had. Finishing her own drink she wished that she were following the woman. Lita smiled, she had a sex drive unmatched by anyone she knew…she even put Randy to shame. Because well it didn't matter what gender they were to Lita. Her mind seemed to struggle with the idea's presented to her, how dare Wilson pretend to know her or her life. She didn't know the shit that she went through, she didn't know what made her this way…nobody did. Lita didn't think she had a problem all she wanted to do was fuck and be fucked, trying her hardest to not let feelings get in the way.
She had to put all this Trish and Stacy garbage behind her. Ordering another drink and scanning the room she spotted a dark haired beauty that just might be her company for the evening. After all somebody had to keep her bed warm.
