Disclaimer: nothing worth stealing here except a heart for wrestling, a
love for God and a crazy non-helpful writing style with a good line in
disclaimers. Anyway, the stars names are all owned by Vince Mcmahon and the
WWE while the bar is based on one in France. The meshing of the two is all
mine though ok?
LOSING YOU
"And he just hung up on you?"
"Yep straight out, no explanation just a click and a hang-up"
Edge shook his head. It didn't sound like Christian. He and Jeff had been going over this for the past couple of hours as Jeff finished the never- ending floor spiral in a vibrant lime green. Edge wasn't sure that it was what Matt and Lita ordered but it did look dramatic and it did suit Jeff's mood; acidic angry and biting. Matt, Bubba and D-Von had gone on a security craze. According to Matt, the security had to be upgraded as best as possible since it was due to the shoddy nature of the window locks that Andrew had got in and left his message. Edge thought that perhaps Matt was going a little off the deep end because of the way Lita was reacting to it.
Speaking of Lita, she'd been cleaning the bar like it was going to fade away, scrubbing every surface she could until it attempted to shine feebly. Now she sat down and went through the books. Usually it was Matt's job but since he was helping Bubba and D-Von, she'd taken it upon herself to have a look. She'd appeared from the bathroom with this fixed determined look on her face like nothing was going to stop her and had worked silently ever since. He could see the way her scarlet fingernails, short and polished, tapped against the wood of the counter agitatedly as she made pencil marks on the page but the look in her eyes was furious and intense, refusing to release her from the work.
"I mean he said he wants a break, I said to him we'd had enough of those to know what we want to be together" continued Jeff, not seeming to notice Edge's concern "it should be pretty obvious by now that we belong together"
"He's Christian, he always needs some of his own space, you know what he's like"
"Too well Edge, I know him too well" Jeff sighed as he rested a paintbrush on the top of a paint pot "geez when you love someone that much, you wonder what makes them rip themselves away from you don't you?"
"I think" Edge mused for a second and then took a deep breath as he attempted to arrange his thoughts into some semblance of order "that you and Christian have a very intense relationship and that sometimes you need a break to truly appreciate what you have together, its very special you know"
Jeff paused and looked up at Edge out of his unearthly pale eyes. He thought about Christian and all he felt about him. The way Christian seemed to complete his crazy moods and make me feel like he didn't have to worry anymore
"Yeah it's special alright" Jeff picked up his paintbrush again "it's not like anything else I've had with anyone else, wish he knew that too"
"Ah he's just confused by the intensity again, just give him time"
"Patience is not one of my virtues Edge!"
"Well practice it"
"All done with security" Matt announced as he and the Dudleys appeared from one of the doors into the bar "it's all secure now so we should be fine"
Lita lifted her head from where it was bowed over the books. Matt flinched at how tired and zoned her eyes were, at how she appeared to stare right through him as though she didn't know him until she blinked slowly, recognised him and then nodded.
"Good, um.....I think we're all done here, it's as good as it's ever gonna be, how long til the floor dries Jeff?" she asked, her voice surprisingly strong for her appearance
"Couple of hours max" Jeff replied as he stretched his taut body out after being hunched on the floor for so long
"Ok, so lets just begin normal duties" Lita declared, her business mind clicking back into places "Stacy and Torrie can begin practicing until Trish gets here, Jeff can do any touching up any where else while the rest of us sort out of the bar and make sure the furniture's all in the right place, clear?"
Bubba and D-Von cheekily mock saluted her which brought a sudden reluctant smile to her face. The first one Edge had seen on her face all day. Matt's eyes were full of concerned darkness; he could sense there was something up with his firebrand of a fiancée. There was something she wasn't telling him. He cautiously approached her as her head bent back towards the books, scribbling something down as her brow furrowed in concentration
"Lita" he said it softly as the others all subtly moved into different rooms, leaving only Jeff as he finished his spiral "what's wrong?"
She tried to shrug him off, flinching when he wrapped an arm around him
"I can't...............long explanation, bad day; just need some time" she said incomprehensively "this whole thing with the bar, just hit me hard ok? You know I'm feeling sick too so just be careful with me today"
Matt nodded slowly, manovering himself so that he stood behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"No matter what you're going through I here for you, I want you to know that" he said quietly "you're doing good"
Then he released her from his loving embrace and flipped open the cellar trapdoor, preparing to bring up boxes of clinking clanking boxes. Lita stared at the books in front of her, surprised to find her hand holding the pen shaking slightly.
"Torrie? Torrie are you in here?"
Torrie started a little then closed her eyes taking a breath to steady herself
"I'm.....I'm in the dressing room Stacy" she called "just changing into practice clothes"
Stacy appeared through the door and seemed somewhat knocked back by the strong painty fumes and the bareness of their room now
"Wow Jeff really did go over everything didn't he? The walls must still be wet"
"Oh yeah, keep away unless you want a new purple or silver decoration on your outfit"
There was a silence between them as Torrie pulled on her soft grey sweatpants, her back to Stacy. Stacy sighed before drinking in another paint fume breath
"I'm sorry your clothes got taken Torrie"
"Oh that's ok! I mean you didn't know it was gonna happen did you? I can replace them easily" Torrie reassured her, dumping her skirt and tights on the chair as she did, avoiding eye contact with the younger girl, anything to stop confronting the serious issue lying between them like lead "ready to rehearse?"
"Sure, if you're all changed then I'm ready"
Stacy turned to go and Torrie grabbed a hand before she could think about it. Stacy turned back, surprised, staring first down at their intertwined hands and then at Torrie's uncertain face
"Just to let you know, I'm still trying to get to grips with the whole Andrew thing" Torrie said after a moment "I mean, I understand and sympathise and everything but its just hard to get my head round, especially with Lita being all weird at the moment, ok?"
Stacy smiled for a second, her appreciation so plain on her face it was heart shattering. Then the mask dropped again as she let go of Torrie's hand
"Sure I'll see you out there"
Torrie sighed, pulling her hair back and tucking it under her pink visor as Stacy walked out of the door to the stage. She really never would get through to Stacy properly. To a small extent she could understand how Jeff felt when faced with Stacy. A porcelain model filled with sand, showing nothing except an impassive smooth face. Appearance being everything with everything else all locked away. It was all back to square one. Gritting her teeth, Torrie walked out to the stage, ready for practice.
Bubba hefted a large crate of bottles on his shoulder and dumped it on the counter top. Lita didn't even flinch as her fingers flew over the calculator. He shook his head. If she wasn't talking to her fiancé, chances were she wasn't talking to anyone. He'd never understand women. Maybe Trish could talk to her. She was getting a lie-in after going out for the night with some friends and was going to arrive in time to rehearse sometime soon. He missed her already. Bubba grinned ruefully; D-Von would bust his balls if he found that one out.
D-Von appeared behind him and nudged him hard in the back
"Move it brother so I can dump this crate!" he grumbled "your ass is blocking my way"
Bubba flipped him off over his shoulder and then walked round the bar to retrieve the next crate. Edge stood looking out of one of the windows. There was no need to say anything. He was watching Chris walk towards bar with an increasingly fast heartbeat and butterflies on his chest. Maybe things would be lighter when Chris got here and Lita's thick heavy mood which seemed to have taken over the whole bar might even disappear.
LOSING YOU
"And he just hung up on you?"
"Yep straight out, no explanation just a click and a hang-up"
Edge shook his head. It didn't sound like Christian. He and Jeff had been going over this for the past couple of hours as Jeff finished the never- ending floor spiral in a vibrant lime green. Edge wasn't sure that it was what Matt and Lita ordered but it did look dramatic and it did suit Jeff's mood; acidic angry and biting. Matt, Bubba and D-Von had gone on a security craze. According to Matt, the security had to be upgraded as best as possible since it was due to the shoddy nature of the window locks that Andrew had got in and left his message. Edge thought that perhaps Matt was going a little off the deep end because of the way Lita was reacting to it.
Speaking of Lita, she'd been cleaning the bar like it was going to fade away, scrubbing every surface she could until it attempted to shine feebly. Now she sat down and went through the books. Usually it was Matt's job but since he was helping Bubba and D-Von, she'd taken it upon herself to have a look. She'd appeared from the bathroom with this fixed determined look on her face like nothing was going to stop her and had worked silently ever since. He could see the way her scarlet fingernails, short and polished, tapped against the wood of the counter agitatedly as she made pencil marks on the page but the look in her eyes was furious and intense, refusing to release her from the work.
"I mean he said he wants a break, I said to him we'd had enough of those to know what we want to be together" continued Jeff, not seeming to notice Edge's concern "it should be pretty obvious by now that we belong together"
"He's Christian, he always needs some of his own space, you know what he's like"
"Too well Edge, I know him too well" Jeff sighed as he rested a paintbrush on the top of a paint pot "geez when you love someone that much, you wonder what makes them rip themselves away from you don't you?"
"I think" Edge mused for a second and then took a deep breath as he attempted to arrange his thoughts into some semblance of order "that you and Christian have a very intense relationship and that sometimes you need a break to truly appreciate what you have together, its very special you know"
Jeff paused and looked up at Edge out of his unearthly pale eyes. He thought about Christian and all he felt about him. The way Christian seemed to complete his crazy moods and make me feel like he didn't have to worry anymore
"Yeah it's special alright" Jeff picked up his paintbrush again "it's not like anything else I've had with anyone else, wish he knew that too"
"Ah he's just confused by the intensity again, just give him time"
"Patience is not one of my virtues Edge!"
"Well practice it"
"All done with security" Matt announced as he and the Dudleys appeared from one of the doors into the bar "it's all secure now so we should be fine"
Lita lifted her head from where it was bowed over the books. Matt flinched at how tired and zoned her eyes were, at how she appeared to stare right through him as though she didn't know him until she blinked slowly, recognised him and then nodded.
"Good, um.....I think we're all done here, it's as good as it's ever gonna be, how long til the floor dries Jeff?" she asked, her voice surprisingly strong for her appearance
"Couple of hours max" Jeff replied as he stretched his taut body out after being hunched on the floor for so long
"Ok, so lets just begin normal duties" Lita declared, her business mind clicking back into places "Stacy and Torrie can begin practicing until Trish gets here, Jeff can do any touching up any where else while the rest of us sort out of the bar and make sure the furniture's all in the right place, clear?"
Bubba and D-Von cheekily mock saluted her which brought a sudden reluctant smile to her face. The first one Edge had seen on her face all day. Matt's eyes were full of concerned darkness; he could sense there was something up with his firebrand of a fiancée. There was something she wasn't telling him. He cautiously approached her as her head bent back towards the books, scribbling something down as her brow furrowed in concentration
"Lita" he said it softly as the others all subtly moved into different rooms, leaving only Jeff as he finished his spiral "what's wrong?"
She tried to shrug him off, flinching when he wrapped an arm around him
"I can't...............long explanation, bad day; just need some time" she said incomprehensively "this whole thing with the bar, just hit me hard ok? You know I'm feeling sick too so just be careful with me today"
Matt nodded slowly, manovering himself so that he stood behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"No matter what you're going through I here for you, I want you to know that" he said quietly "you're doing good"
Then he released her from his loving embrace and flipped open the cellar trapdoor, preparing to bring up boxes of clinking clanking boxes. Lita stared at the books in front of her, surprised to find her hand holding the pen shaking slightly.
"Torrie? Torrie are you in here?"
Torrie started a little then closed her eyes taking a breath to steady herself
"I'm.....I'm in the dressing room Stacy" she called "just changing into practice clothes"
Stacy appeared through the door and seemed somewhat knocked back by the strong painty fumes and the bareness of their room now
"Wow Jeff really did go over everything didn't he? The walls must still be wet"
"Oh yeah, keep away unless you want a new purple or silver decoration on your outfit"
There was a silence between them as Torrie pulled on her soft grey sweatpants, her back to Stacy. Stacy sighed before drinking in another paint fume breath
"I'm sorry your clothes got taken Torrie"
"Oh that's ok! I mean you didn't know it was gonna happen did you? I can replace them easily" Torrie reassured her, dumping her skirt and tights on the chair as she did, avoiding eye contact with the younger girl, anything to stop confronting the serious issue lying between them like lead "ready to rehearse?"
"Sure, if you're all changed then I'm ready"
Stacy turned to go and Torrie grabbed a hand before she could think about it. Stacy turned back, surprised, staring first down at their intertwined hands and then at Torrie's uncertain face
"Just to let you know, I'm still trying to get to grips with the whole Andrew thing" Torrie said after a moment "I mean, I understand and sympathise and everything but its just hard to get my head round, especially with Lita being all weird at the moment, ok?"
Stacy smiled for a second, her appreciation so plain on her face it was heart shattering. Then the mask dropped again as she let go of Torrie's hand
"Sure I'll see you out there"
Torrie sighed, pulling her hair back and tucking it under her pink visor as Stacy walked out of the door to the stage. She really never would get through to Stacy properly. To a small extent she could understand how Jeff felt when faced with Stacy. A porcelain model filled with sand, showing nothing except an impassive smooth face. Appearance being everything with everything else all locked away. It was all back to square one. Gritting her teeth, Torrie walked out to the stage, ready for practice.
Bubba hefted a large crate of bottles on his shoulder and dumped it on the counter top. Lita didn't even flinch as her fingers flew over the calculator. He shook his head. If she wasn't talking to her fiancé, chances were she wasn't talking to anyone. He'd never understand women. Maybe Trish could talk to her. She was getting a lie-in after going out for the night with some friends and was going to arrive in time to rehearse sometime soon. He missed her already. Bubba grinned ruefully; D-Von would bust his balls if he found that one out.
D-Von appeared behind him and nudged him hard in the back
"Move it brother so I can dump this crate!" he grumbled "your ass is blocking my way"
Bubba flipped him off over his shoulder and then walked round the bar to retrieve the next crate. Edge stood looking out of one of the windows. There was no need to say anything. He was watching Chris walk towards bar with an increasingly fast heartbeat and butterflies on his chest. Maybe things would be lighter when Chris got here and Lita's thick heavy mood which seemed to have taken over the whole bar might even disappear.
