Truth, Lies and Love
Disclaimer: Same as always, I don't own anything.
Rating: PG-13 for language and sexual references
Note: Carmella, Nidia, Jazz and Gail Kim are all still under contracts in this story, however, Sable is not. Story is short for this chapter, but gets longer as we go by. ALSO the story is in Lita's point of view, in her journal entries. Enjoy!
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December 12th, 2004
I really think that Stephanie McMahon has lost her mind.
Somehow, we've just been informed by Eric Bischoff, she used her wily cunning to convince her father – her father being my boss, Vince – to throw every WWE superstar today a Christmas party. A Christmas party! At his mansion. A MANSION. Like I've been to a mansion before! Pfft, Steph, have you gone crackers?
Anyway, that's not the worst part. We have to dress up in costumes.. because it is a COSTUME party! Oh no, but even that isn't the worst part, oh no. The most horrible thing about this is that the divas (the divas being us girls, for those idiots who don't know – I know the men remember, though) have to draw our partner (for the evening, so we've been told) from a jar. A JAR.
Seriously.
I am not even joking.
Unless you're not a couple in real life – now I'm actually wishing Matt and I hadn't broken up, or Kane and I were (wait, scratch that, no, I don't!) – with someone, then a jar decides who you will couple with. God.
Oh, shit.
Damnit.
I just looked at my watch. Gotta go to that damn meeting.
And let a jar decide my fate.