Title: Elaborate Lives
Author: A.J. a.k.a. Heart2Handgun
Rating: T
Category: Drama, Romance
Pairings: None
Summary: We all live such elaborate lives. How an affair of the heart survives days apart and hurried nights. OrtonOC, Cena
Disclaimer: I own nothing except anybody/anything you don't know/recognize. And I don't own the two lines in the summary, they belong to Elton John / Tim Rice, who wrote Aida.
Author's Note: New idea. I got this from my absolute favorite musical, ever, Aida. It's not that story, it's just kind of based off of the lyrics of two of the songs, Elaborate Lives and Elaborate Lives (Reprise). It's not going to include lyrics anytime soon, but when you see where it's really going, it will.
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The cold drizzle froze her body as she continued down the street, a content look on her face as she watched her feet drag along the sidewalk. It was a rainy, early March day in L.A. as Jemma Fitzgerald started the walk home from a dance audition. With her car being in the shop thanks to her third oldest brother, walking was the only way she could get home. Her best female friend, Rochelle, had been eliminated from the audition early on, and left… with the car. She noticed the bar her favorite brother managed and hurried to escape the rain inside it.
After pushing through the doors of the sports club, she tossed her duffle bag down by "her chair". The 24 year old brunette shoved her wet locks back into a loose ponytail as she walked into the back room, and finally into her brother's office. Jemma cursed herself for not knocking when she walked in on an important-looking meeting, seeing as though her brother was dressed a little less casual on the job than normally, by sporting a black dress coat. She smiled quickly and waved at the man who sat across from her brother. "I'll handle the bar while you're back here."
He nodded to thank her as she stepped back from the door, shutting it behind her. She quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and black form fitting tank top out of her locker in the back room, where she kept "work clothes" for whenever her brother would ask her to help out. After changing out of her sweat pants and athletic tank top that stopped just above her pierced navel, she got changed into the dry clothes. Jemma fixed her Monroe piercing above the right side of her lip as well as her make-up. The 5'9" dancer walked out behind the curved bar.
"Look at Jem-Jem." She turned to one of the regulars, Dan, and smirked quickly at him.
"Danny, how are you? Over last night's hangover, yet?" She added with a cute smile. She poured herself a Coke, knowing her brother would have her ass if he caught her drinking on the job again.
She took a sip, letting the cool liquid travel down her throat. "I didn't have a hangover, Jem. I didn't go that far over my limit." Jemma rolled her sapphire eyes and shook her head before serving the regulars. As a joke, she slipped their tips into her top, as she normally would. After putting the tips in her jar on the bar by the register, she hopped up onto the bar in between the two poles, showing where to order on one side of the bar.
"Jem, you are aware that there's a stool by the register." She glanced over and shrugged. Jem smirked and stayed where she was.
"Whatever, Geoff – just be glad I like you enough to cover your ass." Geoff said goodbye to the man he was talking to and slipped behind the bar to give his sister a hug. "So, big bro, you gunna tell me what all that was about?"
"That was Jay, Jem. Where have you been?" She giggled and shrugged. "He was just checkin' in on things, ya know?" She nodded and took a sip of her drink. "Better not be Jack and Coke." Jemma rolled her eyes and shook her head.
The door opened as she checked over her shoulder to see a group of four guys walking in. Jemma hopped off of the bar and stood ready to take their drink orders. While four of them headed to a table, the tallest of the bunch stepped in front of Jemma, and flashed her a panty-dropping smirk. "You aren't from here, are ya?"
"Nah – here for my job." She smiled and nodded. "How'd you tell?"
"One, you just don't seem like California boy, and two, most people who come in here know to not try to hit on the manager's sister." Dan, who was sitting next to where Randy stood laughed and shook his head at the younger man. The man in front of her tried to hide his initial shock at how she was speaking to him. "So, what can I get ya, visitor?"
"Two Coors Lights, a Corona and a Guinness. And grab yourself whatever you want."
Jemma rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Remember how my brother is the manager of this place." He shrugged. "And I can't drink on the job." She grabbed the four drinks, opened the bottles and handed them to the 6'4" man in front of her. "By the way, I hope the shit beer isn't yours."
"Guinness all the way, babe."
"Right." She handed him back his change, which he placed on the bar top in front of her. With a wink, he headed over to the table his friends were occupying.
"Hey Jem!" Letting out a sigh, Jemma turned to face Geoff. "No flirtin' on the job." Pink rose in her cheeks as she turned to look away. "And wipe that drool away." She threw a rag at him and leaned back against the bar, watching the basketball game on TV.
"Jemma Rose!" She turned around to see her middle brother walking in. "How'd the audition go?"
A scowl took over her face. "It went." Jemma shrugged. "Jake, we can just say, I'm not going out on tour with Rihanna."
"Damn, I was gunna visit you on this tour." Jake replied with a smirk. "I'm kidding, Jem. There's always next time."
"I happen to like it better when you're a jerk instead of acting like my brother." She looks back and forth between her older brothers, both whom have smirks on their faces. "Who wants to tell me what you two jerk offs are thinking about?"
"You're off. Add an hour to your time sheet for this week." She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Go flirt with the visitors."
She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink. "You better have a Jack and Coke ready for me when I get back out here." Geoff smiled and nodded.
A minute later, she returned to the bar area, only on the other side. She grabbed the drink from the bar and looked towards the table of four men. Her chest rose as she took a breath before placing a seductive smile on her face. Here goes nothin'.
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End Chapter.
Hope you guys like it. Let me know in feedback what you think. I've told Vera a bit about this story and from what I remember, she liked the idea of it… I love the idea, so I hope you guys do too.
-AJ