Forbidden Ecstasy
By: Arieru
Arieru: Yay! 2 chapters until we get to double digits (laughs evilly) ahem… I've been getting wonderful and crazy ideas for this currently leaving 'Pieces of a Dream' in critical condition but… I promise I'll update it before the year ends. I've also tried to try a different kind of writing style… and we get more of LAX.
Chapter 8:
Drunk
"Why didn't you give her a chance by the way you talk about her she seems nice." Roosevelt told Mercedes as he went through her closet for a dress and bra. No if you're betting that the dress and bra were for Mercedes you just lost your money. Instead the dress and bra was for him. The Red Sunset Club was holding a gay night tonight with a drag queen contest and singing. Mercedes had suggested that Roosevelt song 'Like a Virgin' by Madonna and Roosevelt quickly agreed thinking it would be hilarious not to mention the numbers he could score if he moved and performed perfectly.
Mercedes groaned flopping down on her bed and then looked up at the ceiling. Rocky looked down at her angry about the intrusions to his slumber. You see Rocky was having a good old doggy dream about receiving a large juicy bone from the sky, but now the dream was over.
"She's with LAX how much of a bitch do you want me to bet that she is, Mercedes laughed out loud in surprise, "and get this, Roosevelt, she's even childhood friends with Homicide can you spell gang banger?" Mercedes waited a long moment and began becoming frustrated with Roosevelt. She finally lifted herself again from the bed and watched Roosevelt model in her full length mirror as he held two dresses up. One sported a very high placed slit where the wearer's whole right leg could be seen. It was to be tied at the neck where a small chain connected the top and bottom half of the dress. The latter was a dark teal colored Chinese dress that possessed a beautiful golden trim where the arms were, along the neck line, and on along the bottom hem. Imprinted on the left side was a dark brown tree trunk and then sewn very carefully were cherry blossoms.
Mercedes gave off a very dumbfounded look and pointed at the black dress.
"Were you even listening to me?" she asked her eyebrow lifted in a questioning expression.
Roosevelt nodded smiling as he placed the Chinese dress on Mercedes' bed and kissed her on the cheek.
"Of course I was girl," he smirked deviously, "Ashley sounds nice and I think you're jumping to conclusions, but Homicide sounds like a hot guy… so tough and bad ass." He smirked in a way that drove Mercedes crazy. Of course it was the same smirk along with the same number of dimples and the exact same person, but there was a secret message behind it. La Nena scrutinized his face searching for a hint of anything that would tell her what he was thinking but she couldn't figure it out.
Mercedes immediately responded tot the spoken words first.
"Roosevelt you perverted little man," she groaned grinding her teeth," how many times have I actually been wrong when judging someone?"
Roosevelt smirked. "What about the time you thought I was straight, and the time that guy flirted with you and you thought he wanted a piece of ass?" he smirked knowing he was correct, "And-."
"Shut up," Mercedes rolled his eyes knowing he was right but didn't want to admit it, "I'm almost sure that I'm right about this. And what the hell is wrong with you Homicide is just someone who's looking for a good time… and give up he's not gay." Mercedes shouted back a bit angry.
Roosevelt shook his head and smirked giving up and leaving the woman unsatisfied when he gave her the same smirk.
"I'm just saying I think you're wrong girl," he said as he walked out of the room holding the black dress and a black strapless bra- that he would stuff later- in his hands, "or maybe you're just jealous because that girl gets more respect from Homicide than you do." He yelled from the hallway.
'Jealous my ass,' Mercedes thought as she grinded her teeth and laid down wanting to forget about everything.
-Konnan's House Kissimmee, Florida –
"Come on Nelson," Ashley begged looking up at him, "tell me what did you do to her is she some old girlfriend of yours?"
Hernandez, who was seated on Konnan' house could not help but laugh at Homicide's expression.
Nelson looked shocked shaking his head violently in anger. "Me date that bitch? Hell nahh I got better things to do than deal with her ass." He sat hunched over on the couch watching a football game.
Ashley understood. At least she thought she did.
"I get the message she dumped you and you're angry aren't you Nelson?" she shook her head and then watched as Konnan came down the stairs returning with a notepad and a pen in his hands he then sat at the table and accidentally dropped his pen.
"Hey Konnan would you tell me what's going on between Mercedes and Nelson?" Ashley asked him.
Konnan who was now looking under his table looking for the pen was dumbfounded and with the shock he hit his head under the table.
"What? –umph-," Konnan rubbed his head and winced from the pain as he looked at Homicide, "you had something going with Mercedes hombre?"
Hernandez laughed harder causing Ashley to look at him confused when she sat beside him. She then whispered in his ear, "What's so funny?"
Hernandez had no time to answer.
Homicide shook his head, "No I had nothing with Mercedes I just met the bitch," he gave off a pissed look, "I may be single but I'm sure as hell not desperate, man."
Konnan gave him a dark look reading something between 'what-did-you-just-say' and 'say-that-again-and-I'll-shove-my-foot-up-your-ass' either way it was still threatening.
Hernandez stopped his laughing and Ashley looked scared about Konnan's look.
'What they hell?' she asked herself. 'Does Konnan love Mercedes?'
Konnan spoke up, "I'll forget what you just said," he then sighed and smirked, "I've got a plan for tonight's show and all I need is Hernandez and Ashley.'
Homicide smirked. "So I get the day off?"
Konnan frowned and shook his head, "Nahh… you make sure everything goes according to plan."
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B.G. smiled.
"Ohh come on it was left here just one swig Mercedes." He laughed holding up a bottle of Bacardi.
Mercedes groaned and wrinkled her nose looking at him and seeing him smirking as Kip sat in a chair smiling.
Mercedes frowned. "You remember the last time I was drunk?"
B.G. laughed "Ya did you ever finish paying that bill how much was the fine the bar sent you?"
"500 dollars," she mumbled, "it took me 2 months to pay that all off… so no I'm not gonna drink."
B.G. frowned. "Please Mercedes," he smirked at her, "I'll make sure you don't break anything if you get out of control ok."
Mercedes was tempted to say 'no' but maybe a little drink would help take her mind off of things.
The Puerto Rican took more than one swig out of the bottle; she nearly drunk the whole thing empty.
In a matter of 30 minutes B.G. had fallen asleep, Kip sat in his seat laughing at Mercedes' action, and Mercedes was poking Kip with her foot and then gave up.
Mercedes then stood up nearly toppling over as Kip laughed again she flipped him a pretty birdie and walked out the door.
Ashley poked Hernandez as she spotted Mercedes coming out of the James' Gang locker room.
He looked down at the shorter woman and then looked to where she pointed seeing a very tipsy Mercedes trying to walk down the hallway away from them.
"Did she see us?" he whispered not too loud.
Ashley shook her head. "No, phase 1 of Operation: MSMIET complete." She smiled up at him as he gave her a confused look.
Hernandez gave off a confused look, "What the hell?"
Ashley giggled a bit. "Operation Make Sure Mercedes Is Extremely Tipsy." She smiled and then grabbed his hand running to the Spanish announce table so Homicide could continue with the plan.
Hernandez followed and sighed as he watch Mercedes fall against a wall a big drunken grin plastered on her face. He then turned back around running with Ashley leading him.
Mercedes continued walking down the hallway to who-knows-where when a strong hand placed itself on her ass.
The woman turned around and smiled down at James Storm alone without Chris Harris and Gail Kim at his side.
"Jamie!" she squealed childishly and hugged him giving him a kiss on his cheek and then smiled again.
James inspected her seeing she was drunk her eyes glazed over and her lips twisted into a smile. She placed herself on his lap and gave him a hug.
"Como esta hombre." She smirked looking into his eyes and laughed again as her words slurred and he could not answer her question.
Several people passed by giving the two strange looks but ignoring them both as James began taking advantage of the drunken woman.
Ashley rushed to the announcement booth where Homicide was with Konnan.
"She's ready," she huffed catching her breath, "get the contract ready she's so drunk she won't even know what she's agreeing to." Ashley felt a pinch of guilt and then looked at Homicide's frown. Luckily for the man Konnan was too busy commentating to even see Homicide's frown as he took the contract and then walked back to where Mercedes was.
Why he had to go Homicide did not know?
With Mercedes drunk wouldn't she be one to take out her anger on him. He couldn't help but predict she was one of the angry drunks rather than the quiet I'm-going-to-puke-and-fall-asleep-anywhere-I-feel-like types.
What was Konnan thinking?
Homicide took his time in finding Mercedes; hopefully she'd be passed out before he found her and this plan would be aborted.
Arieru: I hope you all enjoyed that as much as enjoyed writing it. Where this is going now I do not know I knew where I was taking this when I started writing this chapter… but now I'm not sure. Only the next chapter will tell what will happen. Thanks to my girls LycanQueen54 and misstraci for their reviews.
