Dark Saviour
Chapter 9 - Farewell Party.
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Jeff hobbled into the locker room after his match, thankful that it was empty. Even though it was only a house show, he had made sure that he hadn't held anything back. Whether it was a house show, live taping, or a pay-per view event, he never wanted to leave the fans disappointed with him. He needed to make sure that they were entertained and thoroughly enjoy the performance before he would even consider leaving the ring. Unfortunately, by doing that, his right leg had been hit several times, as well as every other spot that held a bruise, causing the bearable amount of pain he had started with, to become almost unbearable. Jeff slowly lowered himself onto the bench, wincing as pain shot through his limbs, causing him to curse.
Great, now my bruises have bruises.
Jeff looked longingly at the bottle of Super Strength Motrin that lay on top of his belongings. He had taken one before the match, hoping that it would help curb any pain he would feel afterward. Unfortunately, his idea didn't work like he had hoped it would. Jeff sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall.
I won't take anymore. I can't. I don't want to destroy Matt's trust again. I told him that I would be good. I can't go back on that, can I? It's not like it's a prescription or anything and it does say you can take up to two. His mind raced as these thoughts chased each other around his head. He knew what he should do, what he had to do, but it was so hard to focus on what you needed to do when your body was screaming in protest.
"Hey, Jeff, are you okay?"
Jeff nodded before opening his eyes to see Shawn's bright blue ones staring right at him. Shawn had squatted down so that they would be at eye level. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little sore."
"Well, after the stunts you pulled, I wouldn't doubt it," Shawn smiled, standing up again. "But, oh, to be young again."
Jeff smirked. "What? You're not young any more?"
"You're just lucky Fred's not here or I would hit you."
"Wouldn't that be cruelty to animals?"
"He's a rubber chicken, not an animal," Shawn pointed out.
"Oh," Jeff paused for a moment. "Then wouldn't that be cruelty to rubber chickens?"
Shawn smacked Jeff lightly upside the head. "Don't go and give him any idea's."
"I thought Fred wasn't here?"
"I actually don't know if he's here or not," Shawn admitted sadly. "Hunter hasn't given him back yet."
"Why don't you just go into Hunter's bag and check?" Jeff suggested.
Shawn stepped back, covering his mouth in horror. "I couldn't do that!"
"Why not?"
"That's an invasion of privacy and trespassing. I could get into trouble."
"Not as much trouble as Hunter would be in for theft," Jeff pointed out.
"True, but still, I couldn't do that."
"Fine, then I will," Jeff said as he moved to get up.
"No, I won't let you," Shawn said, pushing Jeff back down. As Jeff hit the bench roughly, he couldn't help but curse as his body cried out in more pain.
"Oh no! Did I hurt you?" Shawn asked, concern etching his face.
"No. I'm good," Jeff shook his head, doing his best to hide the full amount of pain he was in. "I was stupid enough to walk into a table earlier. Gave myself a good bruise to remind me to never to do that again"
"You know if it hurts that much, you should take something."
"I already did," Jeff replied.
"When?"
"Before my match."
"Take another one," Shawn said, grabbing the bottle from Jeff's bag.
"I can't," Jeff shook his head. "And what happened to not going into other people's bags?"
"I didn't go into your bag. It was laying on top of it," Shawn said in his defense, handing the bottle to Jeff.
"Though I would really like to," Jeff paused as he took the bottle from Shawn. "I can't."
"Why not?" Shawn asked. "They aren't prescription are they?"
"No."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I . . ." Jeff looked away, his guilt overriding his pain for a moment. "That was how it all started."
"Ah," Shawn nodded in understanding. "One works for a while, then you find yourself taking more."
"Until one day you find yourself on the hardcore stuff and even that doesn't seem to help anymore," Jeff continued when Shawn fell silent.
"Have you talked to someone about it?"
"About what?" Jeff asked as he looked up a Shawn.
"If you hurt this badly, you should talk to the doctors," Shawn answered. "Maybe you did some other damage when you hit the table."
"I'll be fine," Jeff smiled. "It's still a fresh injury, that's all. Later this week, the pain will be a distant memory."
"If you say so. I just don't like seeing anyone in pain."
"Don't worry, if everything goes well, I won't be feeling any pain for the rest of the night," Jeff smiled. "Tomorrow will be a different story."
"Oh," Shawn's eyes lit up with excitement. "What's tonight?"
"Matt and I are going to go to the bar tonight. We're having one last hurrah before he leaves," Jeff answered, feeling a lump grow in his throat.
"Can I come?"
"Well I, uh . . ." Jeff paused. "Sure, why not."
"Unless you want to spend some alone time with Matt?"
"No, it's okay, the more the merrier," Jeff smiled.
"Okay then. Maybe I'll go invite a couple of other people too. Maybe I'll get Rey to gather some of the SmackDown people in on it too," Shawn said thoughtfully, tilting his head to one side.
"Whoa, what? More people?" Jeff asked, taken aback.
"Well, yeah. We've got to have a farewell party."
"Who said anything about a party?"
"You did, silly. You said the more the merrier," Shawn shook his head. "So, there will be more so we can be merrier."
Jeff groaned softly, putting his head in his hands as Shawn started to count off people to invite. He couldn't believe what he had gotten himself into.
Although, you should have known nothing would be simple with Shawn involved. I mean, when has the man ever done something simple?
"How about we have the party in your hotel room?" Shawn asked suddenly.
"What? Why?"
"Because then it can be a more private thing," Shawn explained. "And this way we will only invite a few people. After I got to thirty, I thought that we should cut back a little."
"Sure, okay," Jeff nodded in agreement. Although he was surprised that Shawn was cutting back on people all by himself.
"Okay then. So, I was thinking of having Rey, you and myself there."
"Shannon will be there too."
"Okay, Shannon and then I guess anybody else we want to invite along the way," Shawn shrugged.
"Sounds good. Definitely better then having thirty people there," Jeff smiled.
"Yeah," Shawn smiled. "I'll go tell Rey then," he said as he went to leave, but turned back as his hand touched the doorknob. "Oh, when do you want us to show up?"
"I don't know," Jeff shrugged. "Maybe 10ish."
"Sounds good. Everybody should be finished by then."
Jeff nodded, watching the smaller man leave the room, the door swinging shut behind him. Sighing, Jeff leaned his head against the wall once more.
Guess I should head on out to the liqueur store before going to the hotel.
Jeff glanced at his watch and saw that it was already nine. His limbs not willing to cooperate, Jeff continued to sit there, silently willing his body to move. After mentally prepping himself, he braced himself for the pain to come. Jeff placed his hands on the bench so that he could have some better leverage as he slowly pushed himself up onto his feet.
That wasn't so bad, Jeff thought to himself as he stood up. He had expected excruciating pain, but found that the pain was tolerable. That is, until he took his first step. As his foot made contact with the ground, his entire leg cramped up, causing him to fall to the side. Luckily, he was still close enough to a wall that he was able to catch himself before he could hit the ground.
Spoke to soon apparently.
Jeff took a few calming breaths before he forced himself to straighten up again. He took one more deep breath before he grabbed his bag and threw it over one shoulder. He slowly made his way toward the hallway, surprised when he saw that it was empty. As he made his way down the hall, he heard somebody calling after him. Turning, he saw Jericho running to catch up with him.
"Hey, look, it's Y2J," Jeff smiled at the Superstar.
"Yeah, it's me. I wanted to check to see how you were doing before you left."
"Aw, were worried about me?" Jeff smiled, batting his eyes.
Jericho laughed. "I wouldn't say worried. More like concerned. You took some pretty nasty bumps today."
Jeff shrugged. "Nothing I can't handle."
"You sure?" Jericho's brow furrowed. "You seem to be walking a little funny."
"Just a bit sore, nothing to worry about," Jeff replied, continuing to walk down the hall.
"You sure that's all?" Jericho asked, falling into step beside him. "You seem kind of out of it."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Jeff smiled.
"Okay. I guess I'm just going have to trust you on that."
"If you don't believe me, come over to my hotel room later. Around 10ish. We're having a party for Matt."
"Whose we?"
"Well, it's more like Shawn is throwing the party, I'm just hosting it," Jeff shook his head, smiling. "He wouldn't take no for an answer."
"Does he ever?" Jericho smirked.
"No, I guess not."
"Either way, I'll make sure that I'm there. I don't want to miss out on the festivities."
"Whatever you decide, it starts at 10 anyway," Jeff said, waving to Jericho as he left the arena.
….
Jeff rummaged in his pockets for his keys, one foot holding the trolley he had borrowed to keep it in place. Though normally he would have tried to carry all the bags himself, he knew that he couldn't manage it at the moment. Once he found his keys, Jeff quickly opened the door and dragged the trolley inside. Matt sat up on the bed, looking at Jeff with an amused look.
"What's all that for?" Matt asked, raising an eyebrow at Jeff as the younger Hardy struggle with the trolley. "Are you stocking up an snacks before I leave to make me feel guilty?"
"No," Jeff shook his head. "It's stuff for the party tonight."
"What party?"
"Your party."
"My party?" Matt said in confusion, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "I'm having a party? Since when?"
"Since Shawn asked to join us tonight."
"Wait, tonight? What was tonight?" Matt asked, even more confused.
"I told him that I planned on going out to the bar with you for one last hurrah before you left on promotions," Jeff explained. "He then wanted to invite, like, thirty people before he decided that that was way too many and suggested on having a small party here."
"Oh," Matt replied. "Who's all coming?"
"Well, besides you and me, Shawn, Rey, Shannon and . . ." Jeff paused, thinking for a second. "Oh and Jericho."
"Well that's not too bad. I thought we were going to be having an army here," Matt joked as he rummaged through the bags.
"I didn't know what to get, okay," Jeff retorted, grabbing the bag that Matt had been rummaging through. "If you're not going to help, then keep your hand's off."
"Humph, touchy," Matt said, turning and walking away dramatically.
"Sorry, doesn't work like that," Jeff laughed, grabbing a couple of bags and moved them off the cart and onto a table.
"And you're the expert," Matt rolled his eyes.
"Actually, I am," Jeff smiled, bringing the last couple of bags to the table. "Now, if you excuse me, I have to return this thing to the front desk."
"Okay, I'll be waiting here," Matt said as Jeff headed toward the door. "Wait, when will they be showing up?"
"About 10ish," Jeff replied over his shoulder as he walked out the door.
Well, that's specific. Matt rolled his eyes as he walked back over to the bed. With a sigh, he flopped on the bed and waited for the guests to arrive.
….
Jeff waited in the lobby glancing at his watch. It was ten to ten and he was still waiting for somebody to show up at the front desk. Sighing, he leaned against the counter, one arm lying on the handle of the trolley.
This is so pathetic. Why isn't anybody here? Jeff leaned his head on his fist, closing his eyes.
"What are you doing, Hardy?"
Jeff looked up to see a friendly, in a somewhat of a scary kind of way, face and smiled.
"Don't you see? He's leaving the WWE to become a living statue."
Jeff looked between both Kane and Undertaker as they walked toward him. Undertaker was giving him a strange look while Kane looked on with a smile.
"Although it would be tempting to be a living statue, I could never leave the WWE," Jeff smiled back at Kane.
"Then why are you hanging out down here when I heard that there was a party going on upstairs?" Kane asked.
"There is?"
"Yeah, somewhere on your floor apparently. The guys in the bar were talking about how there's a bunch of people partying it up on the third floor. Apparently some are pretty muscular," Kane replied, looking to Taker for confirmation. Taker merely shrugged.
"Great, the parties started without me," Jeff glanced down at his watch; it was only 9:55. "And early. Shawn must be impatient," Jeff chuckled, thinking of the hyper Superstar.
"You mean, that you're the one having a party?" Taker asked, his brow rose slightly in curiousity.
"Yeah, is there something wrong with that?" Jeff retorted, looking up at the big guy.
"No, not at all. I just didn't think you'd be up to one tonight," Undertaker said in his defense.
Jeff shrugged. "It's Matt's farewell party. It was originally only supposed to be the two of us, but . . ."
"But?" Kane encouraged.
"But Shawn wormed his way into it and probably brought everybody else with him," Jeff shook his head. He looked at the trolley he was leaning on. "Well, I guess I had better get up there. The idiots here can get their trolley back when they finally show up."
"How come you had to borrow a trolley?" Kane asked following Jeff as he headed toward the elevators.
"Somebody had to buy the liqueur and food," Jeff replied. "I needed it to bring it all up."
"Why did you buy that much?" Taker asked as the trio entered the elevators.
Jeff raised his eyebrow at Taker. "Shawn," he answered simply.
"Right," Undertaker nodded. "I almost forgot that small detail."
"Small?" Kane looked at his older brother in shock? "Shawn may be smaller then you, but he is a big deal. If Shawn comes, everybody comes."
"Whatever," Taker rolled his eyes. "And almost everybody."
"What?" Both Jeff and Kane asked in unison.
"Almost everybody goes when Shawn goes to a party."
"Ah, right, you never go to these things," Kane paused. "No, scratch that. You almost never go. Shawn did manage to get you to go at least once."
"You don't always go either," Undertaker pointed out. "You don't always like having people watching you to make sure you don't burn something."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Besides, you never go to one unless you were specifically invited and I don't think you were invited to this one."
"Right," Kane said, slightly deflated.
"What?" Shawn didn't invite you?"
Kane shook his head. "No, must have forgot."
"Well, that won't do," Jeff smiled. "I'll invite you."
Kane looked up at Jeff, smiling too. "Really?"
"Sure," Jeff nodded before he looked over at Undertaker. "You're invited too, Mark."
"I would rather not," Taker replied.
"Oh, come on," Kane started.
"It's okay. The invitation is still open if you change your mind," Jeff shrugged, watching the doors open. "You know where to find us," he smiled at Undertaker as he stepped off the elevator, followed closely by Kane.
The doors closed, leaving Undertaker by himself. Sighing, he closed his eyes, feeling the vibrations as the elevator moved upwards. As the doors slid silently open, he opened his eyes and walked down the hall, not looking back as the doors closed. By the time he reached his hotel room with the key in the lock, he changed his mind. Returning the key to his pocket, he walked back to the elevator and pushed the down button.
….
Matt was standing next to the window, talking with some of the guys when Jeff and Kane walked into the room. Though the door was wide open, the amount of people in the hotel room made it difficult to get in.
Thank god the hotel is filled with mostly WWE staff or this would probably get us into a lot of trouble. Jeff thought to himself as he excused himself from Kane and slowly made his way to where Shawn and Rey were sitting. Once he reached said Superstars, he glared down at Shawn.
"What happened to having only a few people?" Jeff yelled slightly, trying to get Shawn's attention and to be heard over the noise.
"This is only a few people," Shawn replied, smiling.
"You mean there could have been more?"
"Well, yeah," Shawn shrugged. "But I wouldn't necessarily call them people."
"What?"
"Fred and his friend."
"Your rubber chicken?" Jeff asked in disbelief.
"Well, yeah. But Fred wanted some alone time with his friend so they didn't come."
Jeff put his head in his hands. "I don't believe this."
"Me neither," Shawn admitted. "Who knew a rubber chicken would want to interview his new friend before giving them a name," he shrugged. "But rubber chickens will be rubber chickens."
"That's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean? You weren't wanting only a few people so you could have some weird orgy, were you?"
"No!" Jeff said quickly. "Why the hell would I want that?"
"Well, I don't know. You're the creative one," Shawn joked.
"That's just disturbing."
"Glad you see it that way," Shawn smiled.
"What?" Jeff asked, slightly taken aback.
"Well, come on. Having something like that is disturbing. Let alone the fact that your brother would be apart of it too."
"But you're the one who came up with the idea."
"Came up with what idea?" Shawn asked, a look of confusion coming over his face.
"The whole orgy idea."
"I would never say anything like that!" Shawn said in shock and disbelief.
"But," Jeff didn't finish the sentence. He wanted to choke Shawn for being so frustrating. Fortunately, Shawn was saved when Jeff heard someone call his name. Turning, he saw Jericho motioning for him to come on over and join him, Matt and Shannon in a corner of the room. Shaking his head at Shawn, Jeff made his way over to the other side of the room.
"Sorry this got out of hand, Matt," Jeff apologized as he joined the group.
"It's okay, Jeff. This is actually kind of fun," Matt replied, shoving Jeff playfully. "Although I will admit, the open door policy is a little much."
"It wasn't my idea."
"Sure it wasn't," Shannon joked.
"It wasn't. To my knowledge, it was Shawn's. I doubt Rey would have allowed this if he knew about it."
"Well, it is kind of your fault that Shawn organized this thing," Jericho said matter-of-factly.
"I know," Jeff sighed. "I fooled myself into thinking that Shawn would stay with the agreed upon number of people."
"And how many was that?" Matt asked, curious.
"About five or six," Jeff answered. "Originally it was only supposed to be Matt, Shawn, Rey Shannon and myself."
"What about me?" Jericho asked, hurt.
"Sorry, I had forgot about you originally," Jeff apologized.
"But you remembered Shannon."
"We grew up together," Jeff shrugged. "And with Rey, if Shawn was coming, he was too."
"So I was an after thought?"
"Seeing you as I was leaving, reminded me that you should be here too."
"Right," Jericho rolled his eyes.
"Of course it did. Besides, you weren't the only one that was apparently forgotten," Jeff smiled, patting Jericho on the back.
"Is that so?" Jericho said doubtfully. "Who else was forgotten?"
"Mark and Glen."
"What?" Shannon asked in shock. "How could Glen be forgotten?"
Jeff shrugged. "I don't know, but apparently Glen wouldn't come unless he was invited and Mark, well . . ." he paused. "He just wouldn't come anyway."
"I guess that is true," Jericho nodded.
"Well, at least you invited both of them because it looks like Glen is having fun," Shannon nodded toward the Big Red Machine who was currently talking to Shawn, Rey and Hunter.
"That's good," Jeff smiled as he noticed that Mark had shown up too.
"Either way, I'm glad people showed up," Matt nodded. "I'm going to go get something to drink. Did you want anything, Jeff?" he asked, seeing as Jeff was the only one without a drink in his hand. Jeff nodded silently to Matt, who then disappeared in the crowd, heading for the table that was designated as the bar.
"This was a good turn out," Jericho said thoughtfully, turning to survey the crowd.
"Yeah," Shannon agreed. "Even Greg showed up."
The trio looked over at the former Cruiserweight Champion, Gregory Helms. He was standing over by the door, alone, looking at the people around him.
"Aw, he looks lonely," Shannon said. "I'm going to go and see him. Tell Matt if I don't see him before he goes that I hope he has fun on his trip," he smiled as he walked over to where Gregory was standing.
"I swear if he didn't have a girlfriend, he'd be dating Greg," Jericho shook his head, smiling.
"He doesn't."
"What?"
"Shannon doesn't have a girlfriend," Jeff explained.
"Hmm."
"What are we looking at?" Matt asked, coming back with two glasses in his hand, he handed one to Jeff.
"Shannon and Greg," Jeff replied, taking a sip of his Pepsi and rum.
"Ah. They do look cute together," Matt nodded.
"They're not together? Are they?" Jericho asked.
Both Matt and Jeff shrugged. "Don't know."
"Weird."
Matt shook his head. "We don't pry into his business. If he doesn't want us to know, then we don't."
"But aren't you just a bit curious?"
"Now you're starting to sound like Shawn," Jeff commented, earning himself a glare from Jericho.
"Hey, supposedly they both have girlfriends. I'm just curious."
"Right," Matt and Jeff rolled their eyes.
"I'm never going to convince you guys of that, am I?"
"Nope," Matt smiled before he looked around the room. "Seems like the crowds thinning out."
Jeff and Jericho turned around and saw that Matt was right. There were only a handful of people left in the room.
"And no wonder," Matt said, looking at his watch. "It's 3:30 in the morning."
"Really? It's 3:30 already?" Jeff asked, his heart sinking slightly.
"Yeah," Matt nodded, gulping down the rest of his drink. "Guess I should be heading down now."
"Down where?" Jericho asked, looking between Matt and Jeff.
"To the lobby," Matt replied.
"How come?" Jericho asked as Matt sat his glass down.
"The cab's coming at four so I should be down there when it comes," Matt replied, leaving to go gather his bags.
Jeff took a little sip of his drink, his eyes cast downward.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Jericho asked.
"Nothing."
"Bull. What's wrong?"
"Part of me doesn't want Matt to go," Jeff admitted with a sigh.
"Ah," Jericho nodded in understanding. "Listen, if you want, you can stay in my room tonight. That way you're not alone."
Jeff shook his head. "I'll be fine here."
"I could stay here too if that would be better?"
Jeff chuckled. "I'll be fine," he smiled. "It'll be nice to have some alone time."
"Okay," Jericho patted Jeff lightly on the back. "You know where to find me if you change your mind."
"I know," Jeff smiled, moving over to his bed so he could put his drink down on the nightstand while he waited for Matt to join him.
"Guess I'll see you later," Matt said.
"You didn't think I'd let you wait for the cab by yourself, did you?" Jeff smiled weakly. "I'm coming down with you."
"But what about all these people?"
"I'll leave the door open. They can leave when they want," Jeff replied.
"I guess that works," Matt said, a little worried.
"Of course it works," Jeff nodded, grabbing hold of Matt's arm. "Now, let's get you downstairs and to that cab."
….
Jeff and Matt were standing just outside the hotel doors, Matt watching for the cab, Jeff looking down at the ground.
"You know, you don't have to wait here anymore," Matt said, looking over at Jeff as his brother tired to stifle a yawn. "You can head back up, kick everybody out and go to bed."
"No," Jeff shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I won't get mugged, if that's what you're worried about."
"It's not that."
"Then what is it?" Matt asked, walking over to lean against the wall beside Jeff.
"It's just that, I want to spend as much time with you as I can before you leave," Jeff admitted, avoiding Matt's eyes.
"But you always spend a lot of time with me?"
"I know but I won't be for the next couple of months," Jeff shrugged, looking up at the street, avoiding Matt's gaze as he looked for a cab, the very same cab that would take his brother away.
"I'll miss you too," Matt said, putting his arm around Jeff's shoulders. "But, just think, you'll be able to stay up as late as you want and you won't have to share a room with me anymore," Matt laughed
"I guess."
Matt's laughter died as he heard the sadness in his baby brother's voice. "It will all be okay," he said, squeezing Jeff's arm slightly.
Jeff didn't answer. He just remained silent, wishing that this moment didn't have to end. But all too soon, Jeff saw a cab pull to the curb and the driver step out.
"Guess that's your ride," Jeff said, pulling away from Matt.
"Yeah, I guess so," Matt said, feeling a little sad now that the cab was here. "I could cancel if you want?"
"What?" Jeff asked, whipping around to face his older brother.
"I could cancel, tell Vince that I can't go on promotions."
"And make me look like a pathetic child who won't leave his mommy," Jeff said bitterly. "I don't think so. Besides, you said you would. You never go back on your word."
Matt stepped up to Jeff, rubbing his arm a little. "I know, but . . ."
"But nothing, you have to go. I'll be fine. A little lonely I'll admit," Jeff paused. "But I'll be okay. I've got Shawn and Jericho to keep me entertained and Rey to play mommy for all of us," Jeff smiled lightly.
"If you say so," Matt nodded, hugging Jeff. "I'll be back before you know it."
"You better be," Jeff replied, hugging Matt back. Then, stepping away, he motioned to the waiting cab. "Hurry up, your chariot awaits."
Matt laughed. "And a mess awaits you."
Jeff stuck out his tongue as Matt descended the stairs. The driver grabbed Matt's bags and threw them into the trunk. Matt waved at Jeff as he slid into the front seat of the cab. He waved once more as the cab pulled away from the curb and headed off down the street. Jeff waved back until the cab turned around a corner. Putting his hands in his pockets, he slowly made his way back to the elevators. Once inside the elevator, Jeff felt a single tear slide down his cheek. Wiping it away angrily, Jeff took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He stepped off the elevator when the doors opened and slowly made his way back to his room. When he walked in through the open door, he saw that there were only two people left, Undertaker and Kane.
Kane looked up at Jeff. "I take it that Matt's gone," it was a statement of fact rather then a question.
"Yeah," Jeff shrugged. "The cab just left," he said as he sat on the edge of his bed, picked up his glass and took a long drink.
"You going to be okay by yourself?" Kane asked.
"Why do people keep asking me that?" Jeff smirked, shaking his head. "Of course I'll be fine. It's not like this is the first time I've been alone."
"We just wanted to make sure," Kane said, looking at his older brother. Taker merely nodded.
Jeff smiled at the two of them. "I'll be fine. I'm just going finish this, then head off to bed."
Kane and Taker nodded. "If you need anything . . ."
"I know where to find you," Jeff toasted them before taking another drink.
Undertaker nodded as he led the way out of the room, closing the door behind him. Jeff sat on the edge of the bed, holding his glass in both hands. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to stop the room from spinning. Opening his eyes again, he shakily put his glass on the table. Rubbing his hand over his face, Jeff let himself fall backwards onto the bed. Blinking rapidly, he tried to figure out how he managed to get drunk so quickly. Somehow, he managed to pull himself fully onto the bed where he could lie on his back, his eyes closed again.
I'll just go to sleep now and clean up in the morning.
Jeff fell in and out of consciousness, never quite sure where he was or what was going on. During one of the times that he was unconscious, the door to his room opened and two figures walked in.
"Why are we here?" Figure Two asked.
"Because, he needs to be taught a lesson," Figure One replied.
"Wouldn't it be better if he was conscious?"
"It wouldn't have the same effect if he was awake."
"This doesn't feel right."
"If you don't want to be here, you can leave. I don't need you here," Figure One snapped, walking over to where Jeff lay. Jeff opened his eyes a crack and muttered something incoherently.
"It's okay, everything will be fine," Figure One cooed, stroking Jeff's head.
"I don't understand," Figure Two said, walking over to the other side of the bed.
"What don't you understand?"
"Why he needs to be taught a lesson."
"He's a whore that decided to become a home-wrecker. What more can I say?"
"But he said . . ."
"He'll say anything to make himself look innocent. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about," Figure One smiled, running one finger down Jeff's chest. Jeff groaned and pulled away weakly.
Ignoring Jeff, Figure One looked up at his partner. "So, are you with me or not?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
"Good," Figure One smirked as his attention once again returned to the younger Hardy, who seemed to be coming back to consciousness.
"You ready to have some more fun?" Figure One asked as he moved closer to a weak Jeff.
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A/N: Well, hoped you liked that one . . . R&R.
