Chapter 1- A Round Of Shots
To say that the club was full of people would be an incredible understatement. I could barely make my way through the crowd without being pushed, shoved, stepped on; you name it and it probably happened. It had been a long night at work, no doubt, and a whole bunch of us had come to a club in the town we were in just to have a few drinks and unwind a little bit. The night had been incredibly stressful, scripts miraculously went missing, and people didn't show up, on a show that needed them. Needless to say that the boss was going to be livid by the time we got to the next city.
When I finally reached the booth that all my friends were sitting in, I willingly pulled my friend Jeff out of his spot and slid in the booth, allowing him the pleasure of sitting on the outside to get mauled by crazed clubbers and drunks.
"Jesus Jaydn, I was beginning to think you fell in the toilet!" My friend Trish shouted over the music.
"Honestly, I probably would have been better off doing that then trying to walk through all the drunks out there!"
"Is it that bad?" Chris, Trish's boyfriend and my longtime friend asked.
"Oh yea," I sighed raking my free hand through my red and blonde hair while the other cautiously held onto my Corona. "It's like a god damned zoo down there."
"I'm surprised; it doesn't look too bad from up here."
He turned around and glanced down at all the people in the club before turning back around and taking a long sip of his drink.
Sitting in packed clubs after work was one of the things we had been doing since we all started working together. I had met Jeff on a whim when we were starting out in the WWE almost seven years ago, and with Jeff came his older brother Matt; the infamous Hardy Boyz. Matt and Jeff were working with Amy Dumas, who everyone knows as Lita, and that's how Amy and I became the best of friends. I think it was our free spirited way of life; I would try anything once as long as it wouldn't kill me and she was the exact same way. Sometimes it scares me how much we're alike, like my sister from another family. I met Trish when she started feuding with me and Amy. She came up a little while after we did and made a huge impact on the company. Between the three of us I don't think I've ever seen that much blood shed between women in a wrestling ring. We took everything to the next level, and always wondered why we couldn't get out of bed the next morning. Sometimes I wish I could relive those days again.
The rest is just history, Matt and Amy started dating and sometimes I swear I see little birds flying around their heads. They really are head over heels. Chris came into the picture when Trish began an onscreen romance with him. He turned out to be a great guy for her, and we all just instantly clicked and became one big group of friends.
"Holy shit, it's crazy down there!"
I turned around to see Matt and Amy standing next to the booth, waiting for Trish and Chris to slide in further so they would have room to sit down.
"Well you seemed to be enjoying yourself so I really don't wanna hear you complain," I laughed. "When you get mauled by someone then you'll have my full attention, I promise."
"Funny, I remember something along the same lines leaving my mouth not moments ago." Amy laughed as she took a long sip of Matt's beer.
"I wonder why it's so packed, I mean it's not like we're in New York or something, it's Las Vegas and there's hundreds upon hundreds of clubs and bars here."
"No idea, but it kinda looks like it's starting to empty out some," Trish said looking down over the rail. "I really wanna dance."
"Well when it gets emptier go dance," I said. "And drag Chris with you, it's always fun to watch him bust out his 'Canadian moves'"
"Hey, screw you red!" Chris laughed, pointing in my general direction, before resuming his previous spot with his arms on the table and his head leaning back against the faux leather cushions.
It was then that I noticed the booth behind him was occupied by a group of colorfully tattooed men and a few girls. I didn't remember seeing them before, probably because I was off babbling about the insane amount of people occupying the club. They looked to be around the same age as the rest of us, and one of those groups of people that even if you didn't know them, in a place like this you could become fast friends and buy each other drinks.
"Hey, what are ya looking at?" Amy asked, trying to gaze in my direction.
"I didn't even notice those people sitting behind us," I said absent mindedly. "They kinda look like fun."
Amy's chuckle blended with mine as she nudged my elbow with hers. She had a weird way of saying things, but eventually she got her point across.
"Well, see if they wanna go for a round of shots with us cause I think Chris is about to pass out." She said gesturing to Chris, whose eyelids seemed to be growing heavier by the second.
"Damnit Chris wake up!" I shouted, kicking him under the table with the pointed toe of my boots.
"What?! I'm awake!"
I just shook my head and laughed, while gesturing to the waitress who was walking past our table.
"What can I get for ya?" The bubbly blonde was casually leaning over the table, every so slightly trying to expose her silicone double D chest to the boys, while popping her gum obnoxiously loud.
"A bottle of Bacardi would be great!"
"Sure thing, anything else?" She asked, blowing a bubble and then popping it with her teeth.
"Yea, the table behind us, can you tell them that we'd like for them to join us for drinks, please?" I said, gesturing to the table of colorful people behind us.
"No problem!"
The waitress walked off and then stopped seconds later at the table that was occupied behind us. I saw her lean over and start talking to one of the guys that was sitting on the outside of the booth. She gestured to our table, and they turned around to look at us. I gave a slight wave and smiled before he turned back to the waitress. She walked off towards the bar, and one of the girls sitting in the booth turned around to grab my attention.
"Hey! Thanks for the invite; we'd love to join ya!" She was blonde, but hardly anything like the bubbly waitress. She seemed to have more of a punk look to her; we were going to get along just fine, I could tell.
The girl began pushing one of the guys out of their booth so she could get out, and everyone seemed to follow suit. One of the guys grabbed an empty table and dragged it over towards ours, pushing it together so that we had one large table, and then he grabbed a couple of chairs so that who ever couldn't fit in the booth had a place to sit.
"I'm Val," The girl who had turned around before stuck her hand out to me and I shook it, returning the smile that she offered.
"I'm Jaydn, you can call me Jay though," I smiled back. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too, this is my boyfriend Matt, that guy with the fedora and the girl on his arm is Brian and my sister Michelle, this tall lanky guy is Jimmy and his fiancé Leana, this is Zacky, and this is our favorite drunk Johnny."
I looked around the table and took note of everyone that she had pointed out to me. Her boyfriend Matt was the tall one that was moving the table before. He had sleeves of tattoo's and a single snake bite on the right side of his lip. His short hair was slicked back and he had jet black aviators perched on top of his head. Brian was tall, and also had sleeves of tattoo's and a nose ring. His long hair was covered by a white bandanna and a fedora cap. Michelle looked like the brunette version of Val; my guess is that they're twins. Jimmy was indeed tall and lanky, and his fiancé Leana was a stunning girl that could absolutely pass as a model. Zacky looked like he was a funny guy, maybe it was his huge white sunglasses that he was wearing inside the dark club. He had black and purple hair, a septum ring and two snake bites on either side of his mouth; and again sleeves full of tattoos. The last guy, and I don't know why, was extremely good looking. Johnny looked like he was the youngest out of all the guys. He had short black hair that was covered by a backwards black baseball hat. His nose ring stood out against all the strobes that were flashing around the club and his chocolate brown eyes just had this warm inviting feeling to them. He didn't have sleeves of tattoos like the rest of his friends, but a few on his arms of old horror movie characters. Plain and simple, this guy was hot.
"Jay, you're spacing out again." I looked to my right and Jeff was waving his hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention.
"I wasn't spacing Jeff, I was thinking."
"That's even worse, I think." Chris laughed from across the table.
"Oh stop." Trish swatted at his shoulder with her free hand, while the rest of us laughed.
"Well it's really nice to meet all of you," I waved to everyone around the table, and let my eyes linger a little longer on Johnny.
"This character next to me is Jeff, and this his older brother Matt. The other redhead sitting on Matt's lap is my best friend Amy. The stunning blonde is my other best friend Trish, and that's her boyfriend Canada, I mean Chris."
Everyone erupted in laughter as Chris just looked at me and shook his head.
"Must you always call me that?"
"Well, considering the rest of us are from the states, yes, I'm going to continue to call you Canada."
"Trish is from Canada too!" He wined, pointing to his girlfriend that was laughing at him as well.
"Yes, and I have taken the point into consideration; and after much serious thought I have come to the conclusion that Trish would kick my ass up and down this club if I called her Canada, while you Chris would sit and wine like a five year old and do nothing about it."
"Oh, oh she's good!" Zacky laughed, while looking from my face to Chris' mock hurt one.
"Anyway, are you guys like in a band or something?" Amy asked.
"Yea, maybe you've heard of us," Brian smiled. "Avenged Sevenfold."
I thought for a second before something in my head clicked. I had definitely heard of these guys, they were really good.
"Unholy Confessions, right?" I asked, looking to someone hoping to get an answer.
"Yep, that's us!" Jimmy exclaimed. "Usually people say 'oh you sing that bat country song right?'"
"I've heard that one too, just for the record." I laughed.
"Cool, so are you guys just visiting Vegas, or you live around here?" Johnny asked, speaking for the first time that night.
"We're in town for a show, we have two more this weekend and then we're heading to California for a few shows and a Pay Per View." Matt said.
"Wait, I'm officially lost," Val laughed. "What kinda show are you guys in?"
"We work for the WWE, we're professional wrestlers." Amy smiled, leaning back into Matt to get more comfortable. "Like Hulk Hogan only better looking."
"Ohh now I get it," Jimmy laughed. "Wait, you girls aren't like China or anything...right?"
"Nothing like her at all." I smiled.
We made mindless chatter about work and ourselves while we waited for our double D waitress to bring the shots. When she finally did, every one looked around expectantly as if the fiery liquid was miraculously going to fall down our throats.
"So...who's up for making a game out of this?" Trish looked around the table and smiled deviously before pouring the deathly liquid down her cleavage, motioning for Chris to take a body shot.
"You must be out of your fucking bird, I swear!" Jeff laughed, but in the same time knocked his shot backwards and down his throat, shaking his head to try and rid himself of the stinging sensation.
"Well, why the fuck not!" I poured the liquid down my top and let it rest in between my breasts'. "Any takers?"
I looked around the table, both Matt's were out, and so were Chris, Jimmy and Brian, so that left me Jeff, Zacky and Johnny.
Suddenly Johnny leaned forward and took the shot out of my cleavage, lapping up all the vodka until there was none left. He looked up at me sheepishly before starting to settle back into his seat. I motioned for him to come back to where I was and I moved out of the way while he sat in my spot, before sitting comfortably on his lap.
"A little feisty?" He whispered in my ear.
"Maybe just a little." I giggled, and then leaned forward to grab the bottle of Bacardi that was sitting on the table. I placed the bottle to my lips and knocked back a shot, before passing it to Amy who was sitting next to me.
"Hey, what about the rest of us?" Zacky wined. "I want some too!"
"Ladies first Zee, then you can have a shot." Jimmy said.
"Well, in that case pass that to Zacky next," Brian laughed. "Ladies first right?"
"Oh sit on it and spin Haner, you just suck!" Zacky laughed, reaching for one of the shot glasses that had yet to be emptied.