My first christmas fic for Tina, hope you like it doll...i know its not quite christmas lol, but i couldnt wait to give it to you lol. Hope anyone else who stumbles upon this enjoys it, read and review please :)
December 6, 2004.
Trish pulled her long hair back and wrapped the elastic from her wrist tightly around it. She was angry, so she didn't feel like crawling up the hotel stairs to shower, so instead she just thought she would hide the tiny amount of blood in her golden locks by blending it in with the rest of her hair in the ponytail.
A small glass slid across the countertop, stopping right in front of her. She smiled and picked it up, tilting her head back to make all of the clear liquid disappear. But it wasn't water in that glass, or sprite for that matter, no tonight it was Vodka...and lots of it.
The alcohol felt smooth as it glided down her throat, "That's exactly what I needed." She said smugly, instantly feeling better. A few more of those and it would be just like tonight never happened.
Suddenly the blonde felt the sensation of a hand on her shoulder, and when she turned in response it couldn't have been worse. It was Chris Jericho and he was smirking in the way that only he could smirk. Great, Trish thought, this is just what I fucking needed right now.
"Well, well, well..." He began, twirling around her to occupy the stool to her left, "What to we have here?" Chris asked rhetorically, "Why if it isn't the former women's champion?"
The way he hung on the word former made her blood boil, and she made that clear to him when her face twisted into maniacal stare, "Eat me Jericho."
He rubbed his jaw in thought, "Why my dear I believe I already have." The man said smugly, "Actually I remember it quite vividly and I also remember just how you'd role your hips when I did, and the cute little way you'd pant my name...How did it go again? Oh Chris." He moaned, putting on his best girl impersonation, massaging his nipples for effect, "That's it right there, you're the king Jericho...you're the kinnnggggg." The rugged Canadian stopped to laugh, "Something like that right?"
"Fuck you." She cursed, irritated at his behaviour. If he was any closer to her, she would have killed him, ringing his neck with her bare hands sounded like a whole lot of fun after the day she had had.
His face once again formed a smirk, "Well...if my memory serves me correctly..." Chris began, wiggling his eyebrows.
Trish swung around to elbow him in the stomach before he could finish his retort about how he had already done that too.
His body slumped foreword in the chair, buckling over in pain. "Um ow."
"What do you expect?" She asked, knocking back another shot, "You come in here and start up with your shit, do expect me to just sit here and take it?" Trish slammed the glass down on the bar, "You got what you deserved."
Chris did his best to sit up straight, "I got what I deserved? Don't you think you deserve me being an ass hole to you? I mean after all you did leave me for my best friend. What goes around comes around sweetie."
If looks could kill, Chris Jericho would most certainly be pushing up daisies. "Oh grow up," She spat, "Everyone gets their heart broken, I did it to you and you'll do it to someone else, it's the circle of life. Besides I don't think I deserve your snide remarks, don't you think you've tortured me enough by using your gm for a day status tonight to make the match that cost me my title?"
Chris slapped his hand to the bar and ordered a drink, "Jack Daniels." He said, and when the bartender handed him the glass he immediately put it to his lips. "That was pretty funny. " The blonde man said finally, turning his attention back to Trish.
She shrieked at the top of her lungs, garnering the attention of the entire bar. "It was NOT funny." The former champ shot back, "It was an abomination." She finished, grabbing another drink and throwing it back.
"Whatever you say," He replied, placing his own drink to his lips. "But I think it was pretty funny."
"You would." She told him, running her hand across her head, which was throbbing. "I just hope you're satisfied that you've completely humiliated me, and Christian. Making him wear that stupid outfit? Come on what are you twelve?"
"What are you twelve?" He mocked, scrunching up his face as he mimicked her bitchy tone, "Well if I'm twelve then that must make you a petafile right?"
She chugged another drink, feeling woozy as she did. "So juvenile."
Chris smiled as he finished his drink and asked for another one, feeling a slight buzz from the entire glass of Jack he had downed talking to his ex lover. "You want some cheese with that wine Trish?"
"No I would not like some cheese with that wine..." She mocked back, taking a page from his play book and using it against him.
"I don't know what you're so worked up about, I just stuck your boyfriend in a cape, not that bad...I could have done worse."
Trish ordered yet another shot, "He's not my boyfriend..." She replied, starting to slur her words. "We broke up while he was out on injury."
"What are you that big of a slut that you couldn't wait for him to get back to jump into bed with someone else? Let me guess, the problem solver is solving that problem too." He spat at her, his voice filled with hurt and venom.
She flung the drink at him, soaking his t-shirt. "How dare you!" Trish yelled, "I never slept with Tyson, and if you must know, Christian broke up with me."
Chris was shocked; he couldn't believe what he was hearing...Christian actually ended things with the girl he worked so hard to steal away? Then something else crossed his mind, Trish must be really starting to feel the effects of the booze...because she would never show this vulnerable side to him if she was sober.
His demeanour instantly changed, "I'm so sorry Trish." Chris said softly, he was supposed to hate her for what she did to him. But really he was still in love with her, and hated to see her in that kind of pain. "Maybe you should lay off of the drinks for a while." He said, trying to pry the glass from her clenched fist, "I think you've had enough for one night."
The blonde woman jerked away from him, "What do you care, you've made it pretty clear what you think of me."
His hand stroked hers, "Trish you burned me pretty bad, but that doesn't mean I don't still care about you."
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry." Trish whispered, her lips shaking in fear. She's wanted to say those words to him for so long, but she was afraid and embarrassed. Inside she wished she'd never left him, her heart told her it was wrong all those months ago...that she belonged with him. But Christian got inside her head; he had her so confused, and now? She didn't even know who she was anymore.
His blue eyes met her brown ones, and he knew she was being sincere. Her gaze was full of genuine regret, and he believed her. "I know." He replied, "And I'm sorry for how I've been treating you. I just miss you Patricia."
"I miss you too."