Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the ideas to mesh superstars and a bar together. Rock on me! Thanks for the reviews, I'm so glad this story hasn't been forgotten. Hopefully things will pick up from here. Dunno how or when it'll finish but only a few chapters to go.
INSIDE OF HER
Everything seemed like it was normal. The bar was full of people; they were crammed into every available space. Jeff smiled from his position at the DJ booth. This was home to him. He raised a hand above his head pointing at the crowd as he spun the record in front of him. The crowd cheered and pointed back at him. He stood out like a bright rainbow beacon again to them, dressed in bright baggy lime green pants and a sleeveless purple mesh top with the place where his pecs were ripped off. His hair, bright highlighter pink was braided into two pigtails that fell down his back and his face was adorned with a curling purple pattern which seemed to have spilled down both his arms in glorious tangles. It was amazing what a bit of creativity could do for his soul, he felt a million times better now.
His gaze wandered and he saw Edge and Chris sat together at the bar, one either side of the counter. They were close to each other, obviously in deep conversation punctuated by a few soft kisses occasionally. It wasn't sickening, enough to make Jeff gag but it made him sad. That would usually be him and Christian. Sighing, he shook his head. Christian would come round, he always did. He hoped it was also true this time.
"Heads up!" Matt yelled
He threw a bottle across the length of the bar which Jericho caught without even a glance as the liquid inside it splashed over his hand. He grinned down at the suds dripping down onto his shiny black leather pants and then poured the liquid into the glass Lita had shoved down the bar to him before shoving it back. Edge laughed, it always amazed him when Chris did things like that without even bothering to check he'd done them right. Everything about Chris oozed with confidence. The way he smirked and stood leaning on the counter, knowing that men and women were looking his way. As well as the leather pants, he wore a sleeveless black leather jacket; lined with leopard skin and his hair crimped and curled more than usual down his back. The fingerless black leather gloves set the whole outfit off. He really was dressed as a rock star tonight.
"Gonna have to go Edgster, the bar's getting busy" Chris said regretfully
He planted a quick meaningful kiss on Edge's lips before striding off down the bar towards Matt and Lita, catching another bottle as he did. Edge smiled and turned in his seat to view the club. He frowned when his eyes found Jeff, enthusiastically working the turntables. The younger Hardy wasn't happy. It was evident to Edge in every gesture he made.
That was it. His brother was being a selfish little brat again. Edge decided there and then he was going to call Christian on his cell-phone and force him to come to the club and clear things up with Jeff. An unhappy Hardy did not make for a good work atmosphere as Jeff had so aptly demonstrated earlier when he'd had his fight with Matt. Christian could sort this. Edge pulled his cell-phone from the invisible pocket of his skin- tight white pants and pressed his brother on speed-dial. Christian had messed around enough in his love life; it was time for some pay-back.
"Evening everyone, welcome to the Riot Zone" Jeff's voice, softened by his Southern accent spoke out over the music "nice to see so many of y'all here at our grand reopening, please welcome onstage our dancers here and every night Stacy and Torrie!"
The two blondes appeared on stage smiling widely. Dressed in their matching tight black pants and gold halter tops, they danced through the familiar routine before the salivating males in the audience and the admiring females who danced along, not worrying that their partners mouths were wide open with the tongues hanging out. Jeff smiled at the reaction, happy that Torrie was getting such a good reception for her excellent dance skills and her heavenly good looks. Billy had arrived just after opening time and proudly stood in the centre of the crowd, watching his wife put on a fantastic display. Jeff smiled again as he picked up his drink. It was nice to have someone.
"Christian freakin listen to me ok? Jeff's miserable here without you!" Edge exclaimed, finding a quietish corner of the club to talk on his cell- phone "Get your ass over here; he's caused enough problems out of his misery over you!"
Edge sighed as he heard his brother reel off reasons why he couldn't see Jeff. Christian could be extremely selfish and stubborn sometimes.
"Look I don't care what happened, the truth is you two always fight and make up, its what you do!" Edge cut in "just come to the club as soon as you can otherwise I think we all might track you down and kill you"
"Ha! Nice try bro but Jeff needs to apologise to me first" Christian replied managing to sound like a petulant little child over the phone
"Well swallow your pride and get your ass now here now otherwise I'm sending the Dudleys to come get you!" retorted Edge, his patience wearing rapidly thinner
He was answered by a tiny click. Christian had hung up. With a frustrated sigh, Edge jammed the phone back into his pocket. He hoped that Christian would appear soon, life was better when he and Jeff were in love.
Matt smiled as he carefully swirled a drink together in front of him. The bar was already buzzing with people which meant a lot of money went into the cash register. Lita was looking more and more like herself, dressed for the evening in a vintage rock t-shirt that advertised her favourite teenage punk band 7-Seconds as well as a knee length black leather skirt with black fishnet tights and a black leather arm ornament that reached to her elbow. Her hair was very curly and her eyes were smoky with black eye make-up. She had made an effort to look more like normal and was even acting more like it as she worked, yelling sharp instructions occasionally. Chris was working up a storm too; cracking one-liners left right and centre to anyone without ear shot. There was only something slightly different in the way he worked, how he didn't gather together a group of girls to listen enthralled to him. He barely looked at any of the girls currently pouting for his attention. His eyes, whenever he wasn't looking at the drinks he was making, were firmly on Edge. Matt laughed to himself. Someone had tamed Jericho.
Stacy and Torrie finished with a long trumpet blast and bounced to their feet, waving at the crowd in streaks of neon light before taking their leave of the stage as Jeff bleed in thick sludgy rock beats over the impending silence, allowing people to begin to dance again.
Lita shoved a drink towards a customer, taking the money he offered. Her mind was miles away. It was back in the past with her old boyfriend Terry. It had been with him a lot recently, all triggered off when she discovered she was pregnant. Her first serious man who was supposed to be her one and only. The one she'd always be with. She was going to marry him and have his children. She almost did.
She stroked a belly
"I'm not going to lose you like I lost the last one" she whispered
Her words were lost in the fragrant sweet sweatiness and bustling atmosphere of the bar as more people pressed against the counter for drinks and were oblivious to the pain she had cocooned inside of her along with a living child.
INSIDE OF HER
Everything seemed like it was normal. The bar was full of people; they were crammed into every available space. Jeff smiled from his position at the DJ booth. This was home to him. He raised a hand above his head pointing at the crowd as he spun the record in front of him. The crowd cheered and pointed back at him. He stood out like a bright rainbow beacon again to them, dressed in bright baggy lime green pants and a sleeveless purple mesh top with the place where his pecs were ripped off. His hair, bright highlighter pink was braided into two pigtails that fell down his back and his face was adorned with a curling purple pattern which seemed to have spilled down both his arms in glorious tangles. It was amazing what a bit of creativity could do for his soul, he felt a million times better now.
His gaze wandered and he saw Edge and Chris sat together at the bar, one either side of the counter. They were close to each other, obviously in deep conversation punctuated by a few soft kisses occasionally. It wasn't sickening, enough to make Jeff gag but it made him sad. That would usually be him and Christian. Sighing, he shook his head. Christian would come round, he always did. He hoped it was also true this time.
"Heads up!" Matt yelled
He threw a bottle across the length of the bar which Jericho caught without even a glance as the liquid inside it splashed over his hand. He grinned down at the suds dripping down onto his shiny black leather pants and then poured the liquid into the glass Lita had shoved down the bar to him before shoving it back. Edge laughed, it always amazed him when Chris did things like that without even bothering to check he'd done them right. Everything about Chris oozed with confidence. The way he smirked and stood leaning on the counter, knowing that men and women were looking his way. As well as the leather pants, he wore a sleeveless black leather jacket; lined with leopard skin and his hair crimped and curled more than usual down his back. The fingerless black leather gloves set the whole outfit off. He really was dressed as a rock star tonight.
"Gonna have to go Edgster, the bar's getting busy" Chris said regretfully
He planted a quick meaningful kiss on Edge's lips before striding off down the bar towards Matt and Lita, catching another bottle as he did. Edge smiled and turned in his seat to view the club. He frowned when his eyes found Jeff, enthusiastically working the turntables. The younger Hardy wasn't happy. It was evident to Edge in every gesture he made.
That was it. His brother was being a selfish little brat again. Edge decided there and then he was going to call Christian on his cell-phone and force him to come to the club and clear things up with Jeff. An unhappy Hardy did not make for a good work atmosphere as Jeff had so aptly demonstrated earlier when he'd had his fight with Matt. Christian could sort this. Edge pulled his cell-phone from the invisible pocket of his skin- tight white pants and pressed his brother on speed-dial. Christian had messed around enough in his love life; it was time for some pay-back.
"Evening everyone, welcome to the Riot Zone" Jeff's voice, softened by his Southern accent spoke out over the music "nice to see so many of y'all here at our grand reopening, please welcome onstage our dancers here and every night Stacy and Torrie!"
The two blondes appeared on stage smiling widely. Dressed in their matching tight black pants and gold halter tops, they danced through the familiar routine before the salivating males in the audience and the admiring females who danced along, not worrying that their partners mouths were wide open with the tongues hanging out. Jeff smiled at the reaction, happy that Torrie was getting such a good reception for her excellent dance skills and her heavenly good looks. Billy had arrived just after opening time and proudly stood in the centre of the crowd, watching his wife put on a fantastic display. Jeff smiled again as he picked up his drink. It was nice to have someone.
"Christian freakin listen to me ok? Jeff's miserable here without you!" Edge exclaimed, finding a quietish corner of the club to talk on his cell- phone "Get your ass over here; he's caused enough problems out of his misery over you!"
Edge sighed as he heard his brother reel off reasons why he couldn't see Jeff. Christian could be extremely selfish and stubborn sometimes.
"Look I don't care what happened, the truth is you two always fight and make up, its what you do!" Edge cut in "just come to the club as soon as you can otherwise I think we all might track you down and kill you"
"Ha! Nice try bro but Jeff needs to apologise to me first" Christian replied managing to sound like a petulant little child over the phone
"Well swallow your pride and get your ass now here now otherwise I'm sending the Dudleys to come get you!" retorted Edge, his patience wearing rapidly thinner
He was answered by a tiny click. Christian had hung up. With a frustrated sigh, Edge jammed the phone back into his pocket. He hoped that Christian would appear soon, life was better when he and Jeff were in love.
Matt smiled as he carefully swirled a drink together in front of him. The bar was already buzzing with people which meant a lot of money went into the cash register. Lita was looking more and more like herself, dressed for the evening in a vintage rock t-shirt that advertised her favourite teenage punk band 7-Seconds as well as a knee length black leather skirt with black fishnet tights and a black leather arm ornament that reached to her elbow. Her hair was very curly and her eyes were smoky with black eye make-up. She had made an effort to look more like normal and was even acting more like it as she worked, yelling sharp instructions occasionally. Chris was working up a storm too; cracking one-liners left right and centre to anyone without ear shot. There was only something slightly different in the way he worked, how he didn't gather together a group of girls to listen enthralled to him. He barely looked at any of the girls currently pouting for his attention. His eyes, whenever he wasn't looking at the drinks he was making, were firmly on Edge. Matt laughed to himself. Someone had tamed Jericho.
Stacy and Torrie finished with a long trumpet blast and bounced to their feet, waving at the crowd in streaks of neon light before taking their leave of the stage as Jeff bleed in thick sludgy rock beats over the impending silence, allowing people to begin to dance again.
Lita shoved a drink towards a customer, taking the money he offered. Her mind was miles away. It was back in the past with her old boyfriend Terry. It had been with him a lot recently, all triggered off when she discovered she was pregnant. Her first serious man who was supposed to be her one and only. The one she'd always be with. She was going to marry him and have his children. She almost did.
She stroked a belly
"I'm not going to lose you like I lost the last one" she whispered
Her words were lost in the fragrant sweet sweatiness and bustling atmosphere of the bar as more people pressed against the counter for drinks and were oblivious to the pain she had cocooned inside of her along with a living child.