Chapter 2: Late Night's Even Earlier Morning's

Yasmina was sitting on the bar stool next to Seth watching as he was all but slumped over the counter. She shut down his tab about twenty minutes ago after about his fifteenth shot. She'd never seen him like this and now she had no idea how to get him out of there. He was heavy enough sober she could only imagine how heavy he would be drunk. This was a disaster. He had to be up at like 5 and it was almost 1. Picking up her phone she dialed the number of a close friend. He didn't live in Iowa but she vaguely remember seeing something saying that he'd be in town for a while doing a few shows. Waiting for the person to answer she reached over and pulled up Seth who almost fell off the bar stool.

"Hello. Hello."

"Yeah hi I need help."

"Why?" the voice asked irritatingly

"It's Seth he's piss ass drunk and I can't get him home like this."

"Then call him a damn cab Yasmina and drive his car behind it. Simple."

"I couldn't get him to a cab even if I tried."

"How did you even know I was in town?"

"Does that even matter right now? Just come on."

"Fine. Where are you?"

"Hawkeye Bar & Grill."

"Ugh give me twenty minutes and be ready when I get there. This is ridiculous it's almost one in the morning. Why is he even out this damn late at night anyway?"

Yasmina figured he asked that question more to himself than her. Plus her suspicions were answered when he hung up on her. Putting her phone into her pants pocket she asked the bartender for a glass of water. She had to get Seth somewhat coherent so he wouldn't be such a complete mess when Jimmy came to get him. Their friend, well more like Seth's friend from way back in his Tyler Black days, Jimmy Jacobs was on his way. She didn't know who else to call. Yeah she could've easily called a cab like he suggested but that would only do so much. What happens when she tries to get Seth in the house? She'd crumble under his weight and she was getting tired herself. This whole night was a mess. She had no idea why he wanted to go to a bar anyway knowing what his schedule looked like. He was going to end up paying for this severely.

Just as the bartender was about to give her another glass of water for Seth, Jimmy walked through the door. He looked none too pleased. Wearing some sweatpants, a white T-shirt, some Nikes and a jacket, he walked over to her with a scowl on his face. It was well known he wasn't a fan of hers but she suspected there was more behind that. She dare not dwell on it now because she didn't want to cause more of a rift between them. When he reached them, he completely ignored her and tapped Seth on the shoulders.

"Hey bro. Seth. Get your drunk ass up it's time to go."

Seth mumbled a few incoherent words and slid off the bar stool almost landing on his ass if Jimmy hadn't caught him. Grabbing her stuff, Yasmina walked behind Jimmy and headed towards the car. Watching Jimmy with Seth was solidifying her reason for calling him. Even he was struggling under the weight of Seth so it damn sure wouldn't have gone over well if she'd have tried this on her own. When they arrived at his Cadillac, Jimmy leaned him up against the passenger side door and put his hand out.

"Keys." Was all he said without even looking in her direction.

Instead of handing them to him she just reached into Seth's front pocket and pulled them out of his skinny jeans. Unlocking the doors she stepped back and let Jimmy help Seth into the front seat. Once he was done he slammed the door and turned to look at her. His eyes were burning with anger. Whatever he didn't say when he first arrived he now was.

"Why did you let him get like this?"

"I have no control over his liquor consumption. This was his decision to go to a bar. I happened to be with him. This ain't my fault."

"Are you serious right now? You saw he was getting wasted and you just sat there. Let me guess you cut off his tab right before you called me? How much did he decide to drink?"

"I think he had like twenty beers and fifteen shots."

"And he's got to be on the road early doesn't he?"

"Yeah I think so."

"You think so? Look I know your current job situation doesn't have all that many standards of how there wrestlers show up to work but Seth has worked to damn hard to get where he is right now. I'll be damned if it all gets thrown away because one night he decided he didn't want to hold his liquor correctly. You've been a toxic part of his life ever since this relationship started. I am willing to bet my life you're a major part of why he is so inebriated right now."

"Jimmy why have you always been so mean? You low-key trying to tell me you like me?"

"Yasmina wow! Just when I thought your life couldn't get any more tragic you ask me that asinine ass question. Your boyfriend and my best friend is all but passed out drunk in his car and you're asking me that question. Wow. Sweetheart, let me tell you something this isn't kindergarten where the boy bullies the girl because he likes her. I despise you and your presence makes me sick. Seth apparently found some redeeming qualities in you so I tolerate you for him. But don't think for one second that I like you in any shape, form, or fashion. Get over yourself."

"Whatever Jimmy I see how you look at me behind his back."

"If you're seeing anything other than disgust then you're just as stupid and delusional as I always thought you were."

Leaving her standing there he headed back to his truck which had Zombie Princess engraved on his side door. Sliding into the driver's seat of Seth's Cadillac she sped out of the parking lot with Jimmy close behind her. It was going to take them at least thirty minutes to get back to the house and she blew a few stop signs and lights to quicken up the process. She was fucking exhausted and just imagining getting Seth into his house was going to make her even more tired.

Although, illegally blowing a few stop signs she thankfully arrived home about twenty minutes later. Pulling the car into the driveway she turned the car off, as Jimmy pulled his truck up next to the curb. While Jimmy got Seth out of the car, she went and unlocked the front door. As they stumbled up the front steps Seth was mumbling some mess under his breath. She couldn't understand a damn thing and on top of that he looked like he was about to puke. Which she ended up being right about because he barely made it a few steps into the house when he stumbled and tripped towards the bathroom. Locking the door behind them, she headed towards the bathroom to help him but Jimmy stopped her.

"I got this. Go get him some water and aspirin."

He stood there daring her to do anything other than what he just told her. Turning on her heels she walked into the kitchen and filled up a glass with ice and water, grabbed an extra bottle of water, and some aspirin out of the top cabinet. She slowly walked back to the bedroom and placed it on the bedside table just as Jimmy was tossing Seth on the bed. She watched as Jimmy rummaged around in some drawers and landed on a pair of sweatpants and threw them at Seth.

"Put those on bro. Now."

Seth did as he was told struggling so, but managed to get them on.

"My head is pounding." He slurred.

"Here take this. Sit up and take this."

Jimmy opened the bottle of aspirin and handed Seth two pills and the glass of water. He tossed them back like it was nothing and went back to snuggling under the covers. All Yasmina could do was stand in the bedroom doorway and standby. She'd never be able to be there for Seth like most of the people in his life. Take tonight for example, she didn't even try to help him she just called someone and let them do all the work. What kind of girlfriend was she if she couldn't even help the man when he was drunk? She needed to do better.

"I'll be back in the morning." Jimmy said as he walked past her.

"Wait why?"

"Because I'm assuming he needs to be at the airport at the ass crack of dawn and I can't trust you to do it yourself."

Jimmy just walked out leaving her standing in the hallway. Shaking her head she went to lock the door and get ready for bed. Instead of getting into bed with Seth, she changed her clothes, grabbed a blanket from his closet and settled on the couch. She knew it was probably something he wanted anyway. Lately, he had been distancing himself and she didn't know why. Was it another woman? She thought this as she settled into the couch and went to sleep.

The next morning…

Seth woke up to a head splitting headache, and the sun was starting to shine into his room. He barely remembered anything from last night and he damn sure didn't know how in the hell he got home. Slowly maneuvering around his king sized bed, he got up to take a shower. He had no clue what time it was but he did vaguely remember he had to be at the airport by seven. This three week non-stop schedule was starting in Florida and ending at a signing in Missouri.

Grabbing his clothes for the day he walked into the bathroom. Splashing water on his face, he took a piss and stepped into the shower. He let the hot water wake him up and push him into the sober side of life. He couldn't show up to work hungover but luckily the house show in Florida wasn't until 7:30 so he had some time.

When he was done standing under the hot water he washed his almost full black hair, and then washed his body. Thirty minutes later he wrapped a towel around his waist, and brushed his teeth before pulling his hair up into a bun. He planned on wearing a hat for numerous reasons. Stepping out of the towel, he threw on his boxers and pulled on his skinny jeans before walking out of the bathroom shirtless. He headed back to his room and started packing his suitcases. He really regretted getting drunk last night because all this could've been done but now he's got to rush and pack all his shit.

"Well you look ten times better than you did last night."

Turning around he came face to face with his longtime friend Jimmy Jacobs leaning against his bedroom door.

"What are you doing here bro?"

"Coming to take yo ass to the airport."

"Okay that wasn't entirely what I meant. What are you doing in Iowa?"

"Well I'm doing a show here all week and your lovely girlfriend called me last night to help get your drunk ass home. What happened?"

"Whatchu mean?"

"You don't ever drink like that when you've got to hit the road the next day. So I ask again what happened? Was it her?"

"I'll tell you in the car. I'll meet you outside in 10 okay?"

"Alright."

Seth watched as Jimmy turned around and left him standing in the middle of his bedroom. Last night shouldn't have happened. He was letting whatever animosity and anger he had towards Yasmina get to him. The more he stayed around her the more toxic he became and that spelled trouble for anyone around him.

Grabbing the rest of his clothes he folded them up in his suitcase and shut it. He grabbed both his suitcases and the world heavyweight title and set them by the door. Going back to his room he picked up a random shirt, a hoodie out of his closet, and a hat from off his dresser. Putting some deodorant on, he put on his shirt and went into the kitchen. He noticed Yasmina wasn't even up yet. What a surprise there. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge he left her a note on the counter and left his house for his three week stretch on the road.