I was meeting with Layla in a bar downtown for drinks. There's me thinking I'd be on time for once, and there she was sat outside early, texting.
I dropped my bag in front of the table she was at and slumped down into the seat, moving my sunglasses to the top of my head.
"You would not BELIEVE the day I've had."
She put the phone down, and picked up her drink, signalling the waiter for me.
"That bad?"
"Welll…. It's consisted of a 90 minute workout , followed by a medical exam, and I had blood taken AND had to piss in a CUP. There's a hole in my arm and I had some woman watch me piss in case I had a penis or something. It's a miracle I'm here- oowwhhh, I'll have a corona, love."
"make mine another margarita…. So – you trained with William Regal AND Daniel Bryan this morning? How did it go?!"
"Owhhh… brutal, Bryan's a good partner… wait, for did you know?!"
"he tweeted about it. You should get twitter. It's like stalking from a distance! But on the plus side Morgan – you're lookin HOTT!"
I was wearing my black denim short shorts, and a black and white striped loose crop top. I shrugged a little - I felt ok I guess.
"well, I tried…. BUT I've got a little something for later…."
I pulled out of my bag a pair of white high heels which made Layla squeal a little.
"we're hitting the town, right Lay?"
"Of course – the unholy trinity reunited!"
"Or the Unholy Duo now…. But I'll drink to that" I said, just as our drinks came.
"cheers" Layla smiled, as we both took a long draw from our drinks. "I do miss Michelle though."
"Well then Layla…. Looks like we made need to…. Recruit?"
We both cackled like little she devils at the thought of it.
"talk me through the options!"
"umm REAL TALK – Natalya has the hots for Khali, there's no more Piggie James of Glamaman OR SMELLY Kelly….. and then there's EVE…."
"ohhh Eve…."
We looked at each other, almost as if we were both considering letting her join our then our mouths opened at the same time….
"NOT!"
2 hours later and a few drinks later, we were still bitching away. I finished off my 3 cocktail, just as Layla got the text.
"sooo..." I said, handing my empty glass to the waiter, and reaching for my purse to reapply some lipstick. "what's the 411 tonight? Still going out to play?"
A smile widened across Layla's face.
"from what I've heard, everyone's out at this bar down the road! Can I borrow?"
"of course… interested in someone?" I smiled at her, as I switched my shoes around and put my flats in my purse.
"Morgan – this is GIRLS NIGHT – they can look, but they can't touch what's….."
"you're not thinking…."
"FLAWLESS!
I let out a little whine. The whole 'flawless' thing wasn't my style, it was more of a LayCool thing. But when the trinity were together, we didn't need to say we were flawless.
Or for me – I could get away with not saying it, cos I didn't believe it.
Layla stood up and adjusted her top, looking a little buzzed.
"one more shot – okay!-"
"WHOA Lay, can you handle it? Or is this how you're gonna get the guys today?"
"or are YOU trying to steer away from the beer goggles to find a new man? HAHAHAAA!"
Layla made me laugh a little, she's a cute little drunk, that obviously forgot that alcohol had different effects for each of us. And I didn't think about going out and finding 'a man', but I could see where this night was heading...
"Morgan… what are you doing?"
"sshhhh Lay… I'm making a vow to my shoes!"
I hated these 5 inches today – I had to do this every time, and so many peope should – you make a pact with your shoes, like til death do us part. I'm not stumbling home barefooted and stepping in glass again.
We stepped into the new bar, a little crowded with WWE talent. Layla was already working out her plan for tonight. I could see we'd be leaving separately at this rate – I just wasn't in the mood for fooling around about today
I looked around and made my way to the bar, taking an empty spot and pushed myself up to get the guy behind the bar's attention.
"We meet again Morgy"
The guy sat next to me didn't even look at me, slightly sitting in the shadows I saw his piercing eyes first – Orton. Morgy… I hated that pet name. it made my skin crawl a little, even though it hadn't always. An on and off relationship spreading from 2003 to 2009… those feelings don't just die. Although he made me crave a cigarette. And somas.
The eye contact was minimal, just as I wanted I was just another girl getting a drink at the bar. In this case – 2. I took my shot and slammed down the glass, still not talking to Orton, and started nursing my beer.
"I didn't expect to see you here". I still ignored him, tracing the room for Layla.
He sighed a little, noticed he was fingering his phone a little, looking at someone.
"Wanna look?"
He showed me the image on his phone – a little girl, the spitting image of Randy, I noticed, as I looked at the phone and back at him, as I tried to not keep eye contact.
I cleared my throat a little. "She's a cutie". I finally said.
"She's my daughter" Randy answered promptly. "Turns 3 soon".
3? I quickly did the math in my head. So technically we were together when he….I wasn't surprised on the cheating aspect, but a child….
"Wow… is this supposed to prove something?"
"just to prove I've changed".
I passed the phone back and grabbed my drink, turning to lean on the bar. To an outsider, it would look like we were two people, not acknowledging each other – two strangers. Just how I liked it.
"You've changed… well…" I gave him one sharp look "I'm in the process of doing the same"
"MORGANNN! I HAVE SOME FRIENDS TO SHOW YOUUU"
I whipped my head around to see Layla dragging two guys with her. I turned back to see Randy gone. And that was probably for the best.
"This!" she said stabbing him in the chest "is Heath and THIS" She said touching the other "Is my favourite Justin Gabriel"
"Charmed… really." I said, trying to force a smile on my face.
Layla let out a little giggle, taking me a side little….
"Morgan, which one do you want? I say you take Heath as a… favourrrr…"
"How about none of them?"
"So…. Morgannn…. " I turned to see Heath, slurring his words a little
Morgan….When are you going to wrestle? Can I suggest a mud wrestling match with you and Layla?"
"Ohhh, Heath shut your mouth, hahaaa!" Justin said as the two started a little laugh. Wow. So cute. But ohhhh Layla, you're standards are low.
"Excuse me you two… "
And then I saw that face. Again. He'd slicked back his hair as always, and even at 5"11 in today's heels (never again) he towered over me a little. Although he'd smartened up compared to the las
"So…what's this I hear about mud wrestling?"
but where have YOU been on tv, huh? NOT WINNING."
Ouch low blow, I thought to myself. Wade just smirk as the two guys exchanged looks. Layla said her goodbyes for tonight – pulling the two guys away, and leaving me with Wade. AGAIN.
"So you're friends with Heath then? WOW."
He sniggered a little. "Personally? I think he's a buffoon. But I like to surround myself with people I can rely on. Why? You wanna be one?"
Was that the drink talking? I didn't dare answer as he laughed at his own remark. But he just kept going.
"so, was that you with Orton? Getting back together?"
A stalker now too? Or just observant?
"Why are you doing this, Wade?"
He looked at me a little to smugly: "Doing what, exactly?"
I wasn't stupid, he knew what I meant – he just wanted a reaction, and I wasn't going to give him one.
"Well…. Someone seems to come and go out of his way to run into me every show I'm at. It seems a little odd" I smiled coolly.
I grabbed my drink, just as I watched him take a long one from his own. Finally, he simply answered: "just scouting the talent".
"well…. Charming."
If this was flirting…. It was different. But I kept my poker face up strong; I'd been around the block enough times to know when a wrestler had ulterior motives. He still had that little smirk on his face, again a clear sign of his motives. I downed my drink, slammed it down, and looked him dead in the eyes.
"You want something. I know it"
He almost mimicked my movements, and faced me in the eyes too.
"You don't know that…. But…."
He paused, looking me up and down "Well, I like a leggy brunette. The attitude's a bonus for me."
"oh really?"
"See….. it takes a lot to get me. Maybe you've noticed…."
If it was even possibly our faces got even closer, the heat radiated of his face, it felt… intense? There was a little spark even. But the devil in me was still here.
"I don't walk around blowing wrestlers left, right and center".
And with that said I grabbed my purse, and headed for the door.
But is it bad I wanted to kiss him?
