CHAPTER ONE
- A Case of Memory Loss -
"So... what the actual fuck happened last night?"
The eternal question on everyone's minds, and something to focus on if it weren't for the pounding of their heads or the overwhelming sense of nausea creeping up with every turn they made. There were five of them all in all and none of them had a clue of what had gone down, but only of their surroundings.
Las Vegas. The home of bright lights, risky bets and terrible mistakes.
Kaitlyn was the first to stir from her position and lifted her sore head from the pillow it was attached to, too tapped out to notice the feathery fluff of the material that stuck to her cheek and moved with her. "Everyone..." She paused for a moment to lick her dry lips. Damn, how much had they had to drink last night? She'd never felt this rough before. "Everyone check their ring fingers. We don't want that sort of situation."
"You watch way too much television." Best friend AJ Lee was on hand to tell her, but was still cautious and flicked her gaze onto her left hand briefly. Thank God, it was bare. "Nope. I'm definitely not married."
"Shame." Maryse commented and twisted her hand around in disappointment. There were a gaggle of millionaires surrounding her last night - or so they claimed to be millionaires - and it would have been nice to snag a rich man for herself. More bling, more beauty. Reminded of that portion of last night, she remarked, "Does anyone remember what happened after the third martini?"
"I don't think I want to know." Kaitlyn pulled a face. "Nor do I ever, ever want to think about alcohol again." After a moment's thought, she added, "Where's Eve?"
"Sweetie, if I can't remember anything after the martinis, I sure as hell don't know where she is. But this is Eve we're talking about." The blonde attempted to roll her eyes, finding they were much too tired to commit to the gesture. "She's probably in the next room sleeping in her own bed like the goodie two-shoes she is."
"My back aches." AJ braved standing up from where she'd been passed out on the floor just five minutes ago. She frowned momentarily. How much had she paid for the extra bedding in their fancy penthouse suite and she hadn't even used it? Well that was great. "How the hell did I end up on the floor?"
"At least you weren't sleeping on top of the kitchen bar," said Maryse and grimaced. "I bet I looked like I was planking on top of there. Something crazy must have happened last night for me to choose there as a suitable sleeping place." She swept her long hair onto one shoulder and soon wished she hadn't; a sticky substance had begun to glue itself to her fingers with each brush. "Oh God, what the hell is that?"
Kaitlyn couldn't bear to look. She glanced up at AJ - still trying to stretch out her back - and put on her most adoring face. "AJ, will you-" Her request for the smaller woman to go and get her a glass of water couldn't be asked as someone interrupted her, darting out of the bedroom and towards them where they sat scattered around in the living area. She envied her the ability to even stand.
Eve Torres had a panicked expression on her face as her eyes slid from AJ to Kaitlyn to Maryse. "I don't know what we did last night but there is something wrong. Something very wrong."
"No shit, Sherlock." The only French-Canadian woman of the group felt it necessary to respond.
In her shock, Eve wasn't much in the mood to focus on her, but did glare briefly at her best friend. Why they were so close she had no idea. Soon enough she returned to the issue at hand. "So we came on this vacation as a break from work, right? To celebrate the week in style and to help me get over the guy issues I'm having..."
AJ nodded. "At least I think that's what we did. Why do you ask?"
"There's a guy in my bed." She spoke matter-of-factly. It didn't seem to matter that they each had the hangover of a lifetime; all three snapped their heads in her direction quickly regardless of their headaches. "Butt naked." She felt the need to clarify. "And considering I wasn't wearing any clothes when I woke up either..."
Kaitlyn looked her up and down. Eve was now wearing boy shorts and a loose top. "Uh, I hate to break it to you, but this doesn't look good..."
"You think?" The Latina pressed a hand to her head. "I have a splitting headache, there's a guy in my bed, I was too afraid to even check who it was - for all I know he's a stranger - and I have no recollection of what happened last night. Can it get any worse?"
Maryse was about to answer, shrug and say that she really didn't know how it could, when an urgent series of knocks at the door interrupted her. The four looked around at each other. "Wait," said the blonde instead, "We're not all here. So if it's only four of us and we came as a group of five that must be..."
AJ walked over to the door and swung it open. "Layla." She answered as Maryse would have done.
The fifth member of their party practically ran in, but proceeded to stop in front of them and stare once AJ returned and they were gathered as a group again. Layla didn't seem to look as bad as them but perhaps that was because the large sunglasses that covered her eyes weren't giving anything away. The most they could tell about her was that she obviously hadn't come back at all last night; she was still in the same sparkly pink party dress as before.
"Oh my God, you guys." Layla began and pressed her hands to her hips. Her loud British accent almost echoed around the room. "Can someone please tell me what's going on? And why I woke up in Cena's room?"
"I can't tell you that. In fact, none of us can tell you anything." Eve, the most logical thinker of the group, announced. "I think we're going to have to work it out for ourselves."
AN. I have clearly been watching too much of The Hangover recently ;-)
Anywho, more to come soon (really soon actually, as I've already got the first 3 chapters written out!)
