Chapter 37

"Exactly what kind of gonz were you smoking when you thought of this idea?" Paul asked.

"If you must know, all this was done with both spontaneity and a clear head," Brian replied. "Besides, I've cut down on the weed. I have a new high now." He gestured toward Steffi, who smiled lovingly at him.

"God, and you talk about me being the king of cheese."

"Seriously, though, what made you think of this?" Dallas wondered. "And why didn't you say anything?"

"It was kind of a thing between a publicity stunt and either of us not wanting to wait much longer," Brian answered.

"What about the deposits on things for the original date? Those things aren't refundable, you know," Paul said. "Was losing that much money worth being an attention monger for the Rumble?"

"I know all that, dumbass," Brian gave him a dirty look. "As for the 'attention monger' remark, I will have you know Creative loved the idea I pitched. See, they're writing Stef in as a fan I kind of took a fancy to, had Zeke kidnap her for me and we eloped. Of course, on screen, she isn't going to be as willing as she actually was the other night."

"Bri, are you completely insane? Steffi isn't an actress." Dallas replied.

"No, but she won't be on too much, but the times she is, she'll have coaching and directives from the creative flunkeys, not to mention it's good money for her for college. I don't know what you guys are worried about; she loved the idea as much as I did."

"And how exactly are they going to work around….." Dallas began.

"I covered that too," Brian nodded. "I'll not only make sure Steffi has her hearing aids in, but there will be special cues for her. Oh, by the way, she's not going to talk much, so her being hearing impaired won't be written in."

Steffi giggled as he added, "She might get in a whimper or two here and there."

"Okay," Dallas nodded, "but back to what you're doing about the original date."

"I hope you know I already arranged my schedule for that date, Spanky," Paul chimed in.

"Will you two get your jockstraps out of a knot? That will still be our formal date. Nobody knows about that one outside of the important parties, and I'd like to keep it that way, at least until this new storyline is over."

Dallas finally smiled. "I think I can deal with that, especially now there's going to be another star in the family. Where did you come up with this idea anyway?"

"I guess he had to think of something pretty quick, being he's the shortest dude in the Rumble." Paul began to laugh, only to be rewarded with a slap on the head from Brian.

"You want to be knocked out the way Snitsky did to you four years ago, homeboy? Keep pushing me."

"I'd like to see that happen," Paul laughed.

"Good, I'll give Zeke a call and see what day's good for him."

"Just don't share a room with him very often," Steffi spoke up.

"Yeah, he is kind of a scary dude, huh Stef?" Paul asked, still chuckling.

"It isn't that," Steffi shook her head. "He's very nice to me and Brian, but there's sometimes other things."

"Yeah, like having to piss when someone is monopolizing the bathroom trying to drop some friends off at the pool. I went in there to pee one night and the door was unlocked and Zeke's black ass was sitting on the toilet with a magazine, 'I'm in here'! Fucking hell. And Paul used to yell at me about leaving the door open when I took a piss."

"Ah yes," Paul nodded. "As if the world wanted to look at your dick and pasty white ass while being exposed to you pissing. Jesus, I almost pity poor Zeke."

"You must have liked it or you never would have looked," Brian shot back playfully. "And Zeke hasn't complained yet."

"Guys," Dallas spoke up. "Lady in the room."

"It's okay, Dallas," Steffi nodded, "I'm used to it by now."

"And now that you married this freaky midget, you better get used to a lot more," Paul grinned. "It's never a dull moment."