...the one and only Chris Jericho. He smirked as he pulled you up, ignoring your small gasp in response. Holding you close, he smiled down at you as his beryl eyes pored into yours. You could hear the Southern man huff on the other side of the little space, obviously a little disgusted at the scene before him. You scoffed, and shoved the blonde away.
"Don't touch me," you muttered to yourself quietly, dusting Chris particles off of you. You felt your face grow intensely hot by the once close contact. It made you feel... weird. Chris chuckled, his eyebrows wiggling in your direction.
"Not like you didn't enjoy it, babe."
You scowled, finding your way towards the other side of the elevator. Maybe if you pretended he wasn't there, then eventually, he wouldn't be there. God you wished that that would happen already.
You rushed over the lift's buttons, your eyes and fingers brushing past each and every one, looking for a specific button. Your (Eye Colour) eyes lit up in delight as you spotted the certain spherical button that you had been looking for. Reaching out a (Skin Colour) finger, you pressed it, speaking firmly into the microphone.
"Hello?" You called out, praying silently to yourself that someone would hear your distress signal. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?"
Nothing.
You groaned, banging your head against the wall in utter forestalling pissed off at the company, the people in the elevator, and most importantly, the elevator itself. It'd be a miracle if you'd arrive late for the umpteenth time and they didn't fire you. Today has just been a day through hell and back.
"Don't tell me that it doesn't work..." Chris murmured. He brought his figure up to the buttons, and tried the intercom for himself. "Helloooo? Look, I know I'm Y2J, but this is ridiculous."
Static rumbled through the speakers, as if someone was trying to communicate, but nothing ended up coming out. You moaned again. This was getting quite frustrating.
"I'll check my phone," The opposing man from the other side of the elevator piped up, whipping out a phone from his jacket. "AJ Styles, if anyone's wondering. Might as well get to know each other, seeing that we might be here for a little while."
You nodded, deciding to answer back. "(Name)," You said, slouching your shoulders. "(Name) (Last Name)." Chris smirked in your general direction, skimming through your figure.
"I like your last name," He spoke, smiling wider than ever before. "Mind if I have it?"
Oh God here we go again. You gave him one of the ugliest looks that you had ever given someone before you answer his little 'question'. "Ha ha, real funny asshole. The answer's no."
AJ glared at Chris, but said nothing, not wanting to get in a fight. Not right this moment at least. He looked down at his cellular device, his eyebrows furrowing in agitation.
"No signal. We're stuck until someone comes to rescue us. Which, someone will." He gave a knowing look towards Chris, before focusing his attention back towards you. "I suggest you get comfortable. We might be here for a little while."
You blew out a long breath of air, sweat slowly beginning to bead off of your forehead. It was getting quite stuffy in the lift, and with no air conditioner, it was only going to get worse. The best option at the moment was to take off a few layers of your work clothes.
You turned away from both men, working off your short coat off of your arms, while pulling up your blouse, taking it off, leaving in you in nothing, but a tank-top, little parts of your (Colour(s)) bra showing. You faced both men again, both looking at you, stone cold stunned. Chris only leered in your direction, his mind maybe filled with horrible fantasies that most likely starred you. AJ seemed quite flustered, and just faced away, not wanting to embarrass himself.
"It's only going to get hotter in here, boys." You muttered, throwing your clothes on the floor, and sitting down upon them. You can only imagine how which one took it one way or the other.
The only thing that entertained you for the next twenty minutes or so have been nothing but Chris's weird pick-up lines and jokes. You swear that he's pulling them from the internet.
"One did one lawyer say to the other lawyer?" He perked up, his head lulling in your direction from being propped up on the wall for so long. You shrugged.
"I dunno."
"We're both lawyers."
You giggled at his little dad joke and sighed. You'd heard that before, and you'll hear it again. Chris smiled when he heard you laugh, his white teeth poking out in his face.
"You sound cute when you giggle," He murmured. "You should giggle more often. Don't be so serious." You rolled your eyes at his little proverb.
"Yeah, whatever."
"No, really. I'm not saying that to get in your pants, or whatever. You actually sound adorable when you laugh."
Before you could retort with a snarky remark, the elevator lurched, sending you and Chris forwards. You yelped as you fell. Groaning, you opened your eyes, only for them to widen. You sat up straight, hands on top of Chris's chest. Your cheeks flushed as he spoke, his cockiness lading all throughout his voice.
"Well, I've had some fantasies about you since we've entered the elevator, but none have ended up like this~"
"Shut UP."
