This story takes place two months after the "Stephanie Has to Leave the
WWF" match
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley tapped her fingers impatiently on the bar. She looked over at the bartender disdainfully. He was serving some little insipidly smiling blonde further down the bar. This was getting ridiculous! She'd been waiting for at least five minutes to catch that idiot's attention and have him bring her a vodka martini. She'd had enough. She was so tired--but it seemed like she was always feeling tired lately...she needed a nice night's sleep for a change she decided. She hadn't been sleeping all that well lately, and it was really taking a toll. Stephanie caught a part of her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. She had circles under her eyes, and she had never seen her face look so...exhausted. She knew she was really letting herself go, but she really didn't find that she cared all that much. After all, no one whose opinion she even remotely cared about would see her like this, so why shouldn't she let herself go out like this?
But to have to wait for a guy to serve her....never in her life had this happened, and it kind of put the proverbial cherry on top of her ever so wonderful day. She rose to leave but froze when she heard that all too- familiar theme song for Raw blasting through on the television. Jeez, she hadn't even realized it was Monday. She reluctantly slid back into her seat and watched the television. Ever since she'd lost that damn match and she'd had to leave the Federation, she hadn't been able to allow herself to keep up with the happenings in the WWF. She felt tears start to well up in her eyes. She missed it all so badly. That company was--used to be--she amended- -her life. And now to see it functioning without her, without her running things--God! She hadn't expected it to hurt this badly! But it did. She watched silently and noted with a small amount of amusement some of the guys doing double takes of her when the looked at the screen. She ignored them; she didn't care what they were thinking. It felt so weird to watch and not know exactly what was supposed to happen. Before she'd left she had run a few ideas past Dad about future storylines, and he'd been receptive. They'd been building their relationship back from that whole ECW debacle. Slowly but surely, Stephanie had felt like everything in her entire life had come full circle, and everything was finally going to be perfect. She'd have her career, her family...but most importantly, she'd have the man she loved.
But then everything had fallen apart. Before things had gotten so bad,-- Finally!!! Stephanie forced herself out of her reverie.
"Vodka martini with a twist." She ordered the bartender crisply, and he smiled and nodded. She didn't smile back, she was still irritated. She picked up the glass and was startled as she felt her cell phone vibrate in her pocket.
Taking her drink, she slid into a less crowded section of the bar and answered her phone. "Stephanie McMahon-He--What do you want?" She finished, not letting herself complete her surname. Her attention was still focused on the t.v. screen, waiting to see if he'd come on. But with the man on the other end of the telephone's next statement, all of her attention was focused solely on the call. Stephanie finished the conversation in a matter of minutes, then snapped the phone shut. She sat absolutely still for a moment, but then felt a smile starting on her face as she walked back up to the bar.
"Hey!" She yelled at the bartender and motioned him over. "I don't want this anymore; I'd like an orange juice instead." she said, sliding the glass to him.
Stephanie smiled in satisfaction as she sipped her juice, a thousand thoughts and wheels were beginning to turn in her head. How funny it was, she mused....not five minutes ago, she'd been wondering how she was going to live out the rest of her life without any of the things or people she cared so much about in it. Now, in the span of a few moments, everything was absolutely, irrevocably changed. She felt so giddy, not tired at all anymore, as she continued to drink the juice.
After all, pregnant women really should not be having vodka martinis.
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley tapped her fingers impatiently on the bar. She looked over at the bartender disdainfully. He was serving some little insipidly smiling blonde further down the bar. This was getting ridiculous! She'd been waiting for at least five minutes to catch that idiot's attention and have him bring her a vodka martini. She'd had enough. She was so tired--but it seemed like she was always feeling tired lately...she needed a nice night's sleep for a change she decided. She hadn't been sleeping all that well lately, and it was really taking a toll. Stephanie caught a part of her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. She had circles under her eyes, and she had never seen her face look so...exhausted. She knew she was really letting herself go, but she really didn't find that she cared all that much. After all, no one whose opinion she even remotely cared about would see her like this, so why shouldn't she let herself go out like this?
But to have to wait for a guy to serve her....never in her life had this happened, and it kind of put the proverbial cherry on top of her ever so wonderful day. She rose to leave but froze when she heard that all too- familiar theme song for Raw blasting through on the television. Jeez, she hadn't even realized it was Monday. She reluctantly slid back into her seat and watched the television. Ever since she'd lost that damn match and she'd had to leave the Federation, she hadn't been able to allow herself to keep up with the happenings in the WWF. She felt tears start to well up in her eyes. She missed it all so badly. That company was--used to be--she amended- -her life. And now to see it functioning without her, without her running things--God! She hadn't expected it to hurt this badly! But it did. She watched silently and noted with a small amount of amusement some of the guys doing double takes of her when the looked at the screen. She ignored them; she didn't care what they were thinking. It felt so weird to watch and not know exactly what was supposed to happen. Before she'd left she had run a few ideas past Dad about future storylines, and he'd been receptive. They'd been building their relationship back from that whole ECW debacle. Slowly but surely, Stephanie had felt like everything in her entire life had come full circle, and everything was finally going to be perfect. She'd have her career, her family...but most importantly, she'd have the man she loved.
But then everything had fallen apart. Before things had gotten so bad,-- Finally!!! Stephanie forced herself out of her reverie.
"Vodka martini with a twist." She ordered the bartender crisply, and he smiled and nodded. She didn't smile back, she was still irritated. She picked up the glass and was startled as she felt her cell phone vibrate in her pocket.
Taking her drink, she slid into a less crowded section of the bar and answered her phone. "Stephanie McMahon-He--What do you want?" She finished, not letting herself complete her surname. Her attention was still focused on the t.v. screen, waiting to see if he'd come on. But with the man on the other end of the telephone's next statement, all of her attention was focused solely on the call. Stephanie finished the conversation in a matter of minutes, then snapped the phone shut. She sat absolutely still for a moment, but then felt a smile starting on her face as she walked back up to the bar.
"Hey!" She yelled at the bartender and motioned him over. "I don't want this anymore; I'd like an orange juice instead." she said, sliding the glass to him.
Stephanie smiled in satisfaction as she sipped her juice, a thousand thoughts and wheels were beginning to turn in her head. How funny it was, she mused....not five minutes ago, she'd been wondering how she was going to live out the rest of her life without any of the things or people she cared so much about in it. Now, in the span of a few moments, everything was absolutely, irrevocably changed. She felt so giddy, not tired at all anymore, as she continued to drink the juice.
After all, pregnant women really should not be having vodka martinis.