So, it was now common knowledge that Nikki Bella was back on the market. Everybody knew about her very public break-up with John Cena, and it was proving to be very awkward at work. Thankfully, she didn't work directly with him, and she barely saw him in working circumstances anyway, but there were the odd few times that Nikki was stood frozen, unable to move, because she knew he was there and she just couldn't bring herself to run away.
It was very difficult for her, because after being with John for so long, and having that happy relationship, it was all over. Nicole was alone. She didn't really know how to be alone right now, she was so used to having him around and sharing that large, lavish home. But, she'd had to move all of her stuff out of that house. Thankfully, her sister Brie was supportive and helpful, and she'd let Nicole move into her and Bryan's spare bedroom. It wasn't exactly what Nicole was used to, and it definitely didn't have enough closet space for her, but it was better than living in hotel rooms all the time. It did mean, however, that she and Brie were around each other even more these days and that was always a cause for hell.
"Nicole, did you take that dress to the dry-cleaners like I asked you to?" Brie's voice was like nails on a chalk board for Nicole these days, and she was honestly getting so sick of her constantly harassing her. She didn't get a moment to herself.
"Yes, Brie. It's in your closet. Maybe you'd know that if you opened your eyes." Nicole reverted, as she stepped out of the spare bedroom in a long, flowing black dress that accentuated her enhanced breasts. She rested her hand on the door frame and raised her eyebrows in Brie's direction.
"That was rude." Brie maneuvered around the room, reorganizing the cushions on the couch and straightening things up. She was a stickler for having things in their place. She didn't like how laid back Nicole was. "And that dress is far too revealing. You're gonna fall out."
Nicole took a quick glance down at her chest and shrugged her shoulders. "I paid for these, why shouldn't I show them off?" She said, shooting a smirk in Brie's direction as she then slipped back into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of black heels to match her dress. She then grabbed her purse and walked back through to the main area of the house.
"Where are you going?" Brie asked, resting her hands on her hips, almost like a motherly figure would do.
Nicole rolled her eyes and sighed a little, "I'm having drinks with Eva tonight." She said, extending her hands outwards in a somewhat frustrated manner.
"Eva doesn't drink, Nicole."
"Okay, I'm having drinks, and Eva will be there, too."
The twins often had little spats like this all the time, so often that Bryan found it easier to stay out of the girls' way, or he'd end up in the middle of it all, as usual. Brie often ended up complaining to him anyway, so he knew every tiny detail of what happened between the two of them, whether he wanted to or not. Nicole, however, didn't have a man to complain to. So, she often found herself confiding in Eva, mostly because she found that the redhead wouldn't turn to someone else and gossip about her. She'd tried telling Nattie stuff in the past, and she'd just blabbed about it all. Eva was a much more private person, like Nicole, and so she could rely on her.
A short cab ride later, and Nicole was sat in the outside area of a small bar in the local area. She'd gotten there before Eva, so she ordered herself some wine, a whole bottle of course, and sat with the glass in her hand. She didn't like to be on her own - it left her to think about things, and that was never good for Nicole.
Thankfully, Eva arrived shortly after, and once she'd ordered her own non-alcoholic beverage, the two girls could sit and catch up.
"Brie is driving me crazy. Living with her is so much harder now." Starting off the conversation with a complaint, Nicole sipped on her deep red wine, and looked over to her redheaded friend for some advice.
"What is she doing?" Eva asked, looking to be there for her friend. Eva knew just as well as anyone how badly Nikki was taking the whole break up with John, but she'd been the one that Nicole had confided in the most, other than Brie. Although, by the sounds of things it didn't seem as though Nicole wanted to talk to her sister about things anymore.
"Acting like she's my mother. She constantly wants to know where I'm going, what I'm doing. She sends me text messages asking when I'll be home. I know she's all into this whole wife and family idea, but I'm not her kid. If I want to go out and have drinks, I shouldn't need to tell her all about it." She said, shaking her head as she sipped on the wine even more. She'd already had a full glass before Eva got there, so she was now on her second.
"She's probably just looking out for you." The redhead was friends with both Brie and Nicole, so it was hard to choose sides when one of them complained about the other - and that happened a hell of a lot. Most of the girls found it difficult to figure all of this out, and give advice where it was needed. But, sometimes a bit of tough love was necessary for the pair of them. However, right now it seemed Nicole just needed a friend.
"I know. But it's suffocating, you know?" Nicole shook her head as she finished off her second glass of wine and filled the glass once more with what was left in the bottle. She then signaled to one of the waiters roaming around the bar that she wanted another bottle of wine. Eva was somewhat concerned with Nicole's drinking lately, and being a recovering alcoholic, she knew the signs.
"Maybe you should slow down, Nicole." Eva suggested, only to receive a scoff and an expression of confusion on Nicole's face. It seemed she wasn't going to get anywhere by suggesting things like that.
The two girls carried on through the evening, enjoying a catch up. Eva managed to get to talk about her recent Honeymoon with Jonathon, and though she didn't want to rub it in, Nicole seemed eager to hear about her friends successful new marriage. It was nice that despite Nicole's broken relationship, she could still be happy for her friends.
Through the night, Nicole finished off around two and a half bottles of wine, before Eva managed to stop her from drinking as she was getting somewhat drunk, and the redhead was worried about her. Calling a cab, Eva Marie got Nikki in the back and took her back to her own home, instead of back to Brie's. She figured it would be better than way since it was late, and Jonathon was away for work anyway.
Hopefully, Brie wouldn't be too annoyed the following morning that her sister was passed out in Eva's spare room, unable to respond to the dozen or so text messages that she'd sent.