Chapter 10: "On Top of the World"

Jolene Milford's POV

"Fuck, it feels good to be on top, doesn't it? We've all been killing it lately. I'm proud of us!" Scott grins as he drives us away from the arena. We just finished the second Nitro of '97, and honestly, we're all in really good spirits! I'm in the passenger seat and enjoying a smoke while we head to a bar not too far from the arena.

"Things are pretty damn nice around here." Kev chimes in from the backseat. "I'm quite happy with the way things are going right now. Our business is booming, and shit, we're all doing just fine."

"It's great, huh? The nWo is running the place and we're at the head of it all." Kid cheers. I look over my shoulder and see him grinning in his seat behind Scott. "I love it!"

"We've come a long way. It feels like just yesterday that you came back, Scott. Look at us now! Hulk's World Champion, and you two are tag champs." I send Kev a quick smirk before turning back around in my seat. "The nWo is one of the best things to happen to any of us."

I take a final puff of my cigarette as Scott replies, "Without a doubt. Life is pretty sweet." He chuckles. "I don't think there's anything that could bring us down right now." He pauses for a second before shrugging. "I mean, there's some shit that could happen that wouldn't be great, but I don't see anything like that happening to us."

"When things are good, they're good, and goddamn, are things good right now. Bad shit is always possible, but we're at the top right now and we should enjoy it." Kev's quite happy, but understandably so.

"Enjoy it we shall." Scott agrees, looking at the upcoming turns on the road. "Hey, am I supposed to take this turn up here?"

"No, it's the third one on the left." I point towards one of the turn-offs down the road. Scott nods and continues on. I'd scoped out the area earlier when Kimberly and I went to lunch.

"Ah, thanks."

When we get to the bar, Scott hands me the keys. I offered earlier to be our designated driver, in case the guys drink way too much. After all, I can just booze it up when we get back to the hotel. It's no big deal.

In the bar, we get a little table near the back. Kid gets me an ash tray, which I'm very grateful for. The guys all order their drinks while I merely sit my cigarettes and lighter on the table.

"You sure you want to bother being the one that drives us back tonight?" Kev asks as he takes his drink into his hand. "'Cause I'll take it easy if you want me to deal with it."

"Don't worry about it. I've got it." I send Kev a smile as I mindlessly tap the bottom of my lighter on the table. "Drink the fuck up, guys."

"Ah, to our super-responsible Joli! The woman who makes our lives so much better just by waiting a few hours to get wasted!" Kid grins at me as he raises his glass. When Kev and Scott laugh and clink their glasses with his, Kid adds, "Seriously though, thanks Joli!"

"Our little savior." Scott jokes before he takes a drink. "Where-oh-where would we be without you?"

"It's hard to say. I imagine it wouldn't be too fun of a place, though." I giggle. "But come on, we're not here to praise me individually. Tonight is about all of us!"

"We're on top of the world. WCW is fuckin' flourishing, and we've had a pretty significant role in that." Kev chuckles, sending us all a look that completely explains what he means; that the nWo is the reason that WCW is in as good of a place as it is. I mean, he's not really wrong. Our group has been the main factor in our company taking the lead over the WWF. We've brought a sense of excitement and reality to the wrestling world that is necessary at this point in time. I'm quite proud of all we've managed to accomplish.

"Again I say, I don't really think that there is anything that can drag us down. Last year was damn good for us and this year is already off to a great start." Scott takes another drink as soon as the last word falls from his mouth.

"We probably shouldn't be so sure that nothing bad is going to happen. That's the kind of attitude that leads to fuckin' shitstorms." Kid frowns ever-so-slightly. "Man, we don't need anything like that right now."

"I think we'll be all right." Scott chuckles. "I mean, I sure as hell hope we are."

I get where Kid is coming from, but I don't think there is any reason to worry. "Things can go wrong at any moment, but that's no reason to downplay our success." I send Kid a smile, which he returns.

"You're right. Let's enjoy the hell out of this!" Kid cheers before downing his drink. He lets out a content sigh afterwards, and as he does, a huge whiff of alcohol hits me. Damn, I'd love to be throwing it down with them right now.

To take my mind off of my desire for alcohol, I grab a cigarette and light it up. Being responsible absolutely sucks sometimes, but it's whatever. Something actually would happen to us if the four of us drunk like we wanted and then tried to drive back to the hotel.

As I smoke, I lean back in my seat and listen to my boys talk to one another. Just looking at the three of them, I'm reminded of how happy they make me. These are the moments I live for, the fun nights after a long day of work that are just spent talking about everything. I feel like these are the times when we're all super relaxed and just in our best moods overall.

"So, how long do you think it'll be before we drop the tag titles for a while? I know we're supposed to 'lose' them for like a night soon, but when do you think we'll be without them for more than that?" Scott looks over at Kev. "I doubt it'll be anytime soon."

"It'll at least be several months down the line. I'm pretty sure the plan as of now is for us to keep them to at least August, maybe even longer. Who knows how things will end up on this crazy ride." Kev shrugs, running the tip of one of his fingers around the top of his cup. "And Hulk? Who knows when they'll have him drop that belt, if they ever do. He could keep the title until the nWo is long gone. I don't know." Kev takes a long drink before motioning for one of the bar workers to come get them all refills.

"You sure we can't get you anything to drink, pretty lady?" The bartender asks, sending me what I'm sure he thinks is a charming smile as he pours my friend's drinks. This boy looks like he's just old enough to be buying alcohol, let alone serving it.

"I'm fine, thank you." I chuckle, taking a drag on my smoke to try and get across that I'm not interested. He coyly shrugs and sends me a wink, regardless.

"If you need anything, just let me know, okay?"

"Got it." I mutter, exhaling my smoke above my head. The boy sends me a grin before he heads on back to tend to the others. "He tried."

"Did he, though? I mean, come on, if you planned on buying drinks, you would've already." Kid laughs.

"I don't think a few 'smooth' looks are going to sell booze to me; and hell, if it can't sell the booze, it sure as shit isn't selling anything else." As I put out my cigarette in the ash tray, I hear Scott choke on his drink.

"Damn, Joli, you weren't giving that boy any kind of shot, were you? You're damn brutal sometimes." Scott then sends me a grin. "Ah, but that's something I've always liked about you."

"To be fair, the dude doesn't have any game. If you're trying to pick up a woman that's surrounded by three other guys, you've got to be desperate." Kev mutters after taking a drink. "I mean, shit, I can't say I blame him for trying something with Joli. She's a catch. But come on, if he really wants laid, he's got to try harder than that."

"Some guys aren't good at picking up chicks. I mean, have you seen half of the guys in the locker room? Oh god, some of the guys back when I first joined the WWF were horrible with the ladies." Kid leans over the table. "Like, it was bad."

"To be fair, Kid, you weren't necessarily all that suave when you joined the WWF, either. Oh my god, do you remember that night in like, what, '93, when we went to some club and you spent two hours trying to win this one chick over? She wouldn't even give you the time of day, but goddamn, you tried." Scott leans over to his left and ruffles Kid's hair. "You looked so lame and pathetic then, I'm honestly surprised she didn't bang you out of pity."

"Man, shut up. I've gotten better! I can't keep the ladies off of me now." Kid is trying to act like he didn't get a little flustered, but he's not doing a good job at it.

"You have gotten a lot better. Or maybe it's just that you're a lot more recognizable now." Kev smirks as he takes another drink.

"Shut up." Kid mutters, sulking down into his chair. He, Kev, and Scott exchange joking expressions before laughing about it.

Sex has always been something simple for all of us. I mean, shit, I've been with multiple men over the past few years, but I haven't kept any sort of relationship with any of them; aside from Scott and Kev, anyway. Every other fuck has just been a one-night ordeal, the way it should be.

By the time the guys are finished drinking, the bar we're in is starting to close. Kev and Scott aren't completely hammered, but Kid is. Kev slings the giggling Kid over his shoulders and carries him out, with Scott and I in tow. The young bartender tries to flirt with me as we leave, but before I can say anything, Scott slaps my ass and sends the boy a wink. I smile and wrap an arm around Scott's waist as he starts to stumble.

As soon as we're back at the hotel, I grab a beer and pop open the top of it. While Kev drops Kid on a bed, I take a long drink, enjoying the way the alcohol slides down my throat. It feels good to make up for some lost time. I take a seat in one of the office chairs and watch Scott and Kev make themselves comfortable.

We really are at the top right now, aren't? I can't say there are any other people in the world I'd love to share this spot with.