Hey everyone! Sorry, it took a little while for the update. I was working diligently, but sometimes I'm lucky to get out 200 words a night.

Thanks so much to Idcam, KyriaEternal, and Morrowsong for the reviews. It really keeps me going to know a few people actually enjoy this nonsense. LOL.

*Warnings* "Locker room" talk. (This is the Kliq after all.)

"Come on guys. Everyone just leave her alone. Geez, ya'll acting like a bunch of gossipy high school girls." Jeff chided his friends and brother in his southern drawl. He had been listening to them pester poor Heather for the last twenty minutes about whether she and Jeremiah were going to become an official couple or not.

Heather's eyes fell on her rainbow-haired friend, grateful for his intervention on her behalf. She had been in a confounded state for the past week or more. She wasn't certain of the emotions that welled inside her. Regardless, it seemed everyone saw fit to inform her how she should feel on the matter. When Matt had regaled the story of how awkward it had been at first once he and Amy had begun transitioning from friends to a romantic relationship, Heather could do little more than smile timidly as her face seared from the contemplation of his words. Whatever form her affections may take was purely her interest alone. At least she felt it so. In spite of that fact, she didn't possess the courage to tell her friends this. "But we have only known each other for a couple of months.." she murmured inaudibly.

"I agree with Jeff. Look how red she is. All you're doing is embarrassing her," Trish chimed in. She had been hanging out with Amy inside her and Matt's hotel room when the sisters came to visit. Trish could only imagine how humiliating it must have felt for Heather to be chastised in front of everyone the way she was last week. She was not present at the time, but it didn't take long for word to spread around the locker room about the boy who had ignited a fury so great in Taker that he berated the both of them in front of God and everyone.

No one would dare speak of it while Mark was in earshot, but it was speculated that it was Mark's way of making an example of the boy and giving an ominous warning to anyone who may think to let an eye wander in the direction of either of the girls, particularly Heather, who was currently a still minor.

One would have to wonder what fool would have such a death wish as to become entangled with either of those girls, as lovely and enticing as they were.

Sean had noticed Heather was looking a little sad without her friend. Or maybe it was the teasing from the rest of her crew? Either way, he had thought about her periodically over the past week. It felt too weird to try to talk to her in front of Amy and the Hardys, but he was wondering more about her like were her and her friend from last week really a thing? Why was she always so shy? It was too cute, he decided. He thought about what it would be like to kiss her and watch her face glow with bashfulness. The small grin that was on his face morphed into a frown. Yeah, right. He was too fucked up for someone like her. She was too innocent and sweet. Like he had any chance. He decided to go and talk to Kev. He always knew about this type of shit and for some reason, he seemed to know a little more about her than the rest of them.

Sean made his way back to the locker room and found Scott and Kevin laughing and joking back and forth as they sat in a couple of folding chairs. "Hey Kid," they greeted him.

"Hey guys," Sean replied. He stood there awkwardly for a minute, unsure of how to brooch the subject. He supposed there was no easy way to ask, but told himself that he was just curious and there was no harm in that. Or so he thought. "Uh, Kev. I gotta talk to you about something…" He had always gone to Kevin about these types of things, his career or a chick who was more than a one-night lay. He wasn't sure about Heather. She definitely wasn't that type, but he felt himself wanting her and he knew Kev would be able to tell him what he should do. "More like someone. It's Heather."

Nash paused and he deliberately craned his neck to stare up at his buddy who was standing over him. The smirk that was previously plastered on his lips faded away as his eyes turned cold upon his friend. "What about her?" he asked darkly. He knew exactly where Kid's thoughts were headed if they weren't already there. Kevin could feel the fire sparking in the center of his chest as he suppressed a growl. He could not blow up. He had to remain levelheaded and indifferent.

"Well, I dunno. She's kinda hot, ya know? I was wondering if you think I stand a chance of, I dunno…getting with her."

Sean's words caused Nash to boil over and as desperately as he tried not to, he flew into a rage. He was on his feet so quickly with such force, the chair he was sitting on folded on itself and collapsed. "Kid, are you fucking stupid? Do you realize how young she is? Do you want to fuck her up for life? More than that, do you have any idea what Mark would do if he ever even thought that you were hot on that girl? You definitely won't be working a damn job and that's the least of it. Think with the right goddamn head for once! That shit is bad news and I told you from the start to leave it be." he roared in a furious tone as he rebuked his friend.

Stunned, Kid's eyes widened in shock as he stared up at one of his best friends. His wounded disposition was etched on his face, but he shouted right back at the larger man, "I just asked a question, okay? Goddamn Kev, what's your problem? You've been such an asshole lately. You know what, fuck off!" With that Kid turn and blazed from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Nash's face was red with fury due to both his own tirade and Kid's retaliating words. He was vibrating with anger and jealousy. More than any of that, he was plagued by an emotion that he hadn't been able to shake, nor did he want to face, and that emotion was terror. Terror and guilt. He continued to stand there, glaring at the door that Kid had just run through, questioning whether his rant was intended more towards Kid or himself.

"Kid's right you know. You have been kind of a dick as of late," Scott told him in an apathetic manner as he was lacing up his boots.

Kevin was brought from his thoughts by his friend's husky voice. "Did you not hear him? Maybe he should run with that numb-nuts idea. Then you two will be in the same boat and you can hold hands when Mark puts you six feet under for fucking real!" Kevin groused.

Scott rolled his eyes at his best friend. "Mark ain't gonna do shit. He don't pay attention to those girls. Not in a way that actually matters."

Scott's words couldn't be truer, but that wouldn't stop Mark from going ballistic over anything having to do with them. All he had had to do was plant the seed that looked as if some nefarious business was going on between Jeremiah and Heather and Mark went off the rails.

Kevin turned away from his friend, smoothing his hand over his ponytail. Who was he trying to shit? He had been going off the rails just as severely as Mark. Why did Kid have to be attracted to her as well? He could totally understand why, but…it just wasn't fucking right.

Behind him, Kevin heard the familiar crack of an aluminum can. He whirled around and spotted his buddy with a freshly open beer can, bringing it to his lips. "Scott, what the fuck are you doing?" Kevin demanded furiously.

"Relax. It's just one," Scott dismissed him.

"It's never just one. You know that." Nash swiped the can from his grasp, sloshing the amber liquid over the both of them, then hurled the can at the concrete wall where it crumbled and anything that was left spattered on the bricks.

Hall shot up out of his chair, standing toe to toe with Nash. "What the hell was that for?" he shouted.

"You're already on eggshells with Vince. Why do you want to keep doing this? You know he'll shit can you if you fuck up one more time," Nash derided him.

"Vince wouldn't do that to me," Scott said, although he didn't sound thoroughly confident.

"The fuck he wouldn't! Remember we aren't exactly in anybody's good graces around here. They'd just as soon put our necks in a goddamn noose than to take up for us."

"I agree with Kid. You can go fuck yourself," Hall spat, glaring up at him through narrowed eyes. Nash glowered down at him, but before he had a chance to respond, the dark-haired man continued. "You know what your problem is, Chico?" he asked as he poked the seven-footer in the chest. Kevin held his breath but maintain his stanch façade. He was convinced that Scott was going to mention Heather when he realized he may not have been particularly subtle in his behavior as of late. "I think you got a case of blue balls that's making you crankier than a bitch in heat. I haven't seen you chase any puss in weeks."

Kevin inwardly sighed with relief. "Pfft, like you would even know. You're constantly balls deep in Little Miss Rebel." He sat back down and the heat had dropped between them. "You know Kevin Nash doesn't chase puss," he stated conceitedly. "And what's this sudden preoccupation you have with my nuts?"

"I'm just saying, maybe if you busted one, you'd quit simpering like a whiney cunt and the rest of us could relax a little." Scott shrugged.

He wasn't discussing this with Scott. Therefore he corrected the other man, "If you all wouldn't act like a bunch of morons, fucking yourselves up and getting into deep shit, I wouldn't have to babysit you. Every damn one of you." A smile flashed over his visage for a fleeting moment as he remembered the morning in the diner. These fucks stressed him to the max, but if he didn't care he wouldn't go out of his way to safeguard them all. Well, except for Reves. Her bitchy, too-big-for-her-britches attitude aggravated him to no end. Still, she was conditionally tied to Scott, so there was that. Kevin became serious again. "I don't want to have to lose you and go at it alone like in WCW."

Scott gawked at him as he feigned an appalled expression. "God, that's so…"

"Hey fucker, I'm trying to be sincere here," Kevin chided him.

"I know. And I'm telling ya Kev, I'm not going anywhere. Everything's fine. I'm not gonna fuck it up. Everything's gonna be okay."

Unashamed, the two men embraced one another, having officially made up.

Kevin groaned, "I guess I better go find Kid and apologize for acting like a dick, eh?"

"Probably," Scott nodded.

With that, Nash left the room in search of his wounded friend. He couldn't lie. He was still pretty incensed over the thought that Kid of all people had the hots for that little girl. Sweet little thing…Kid wasn't good enough for her, damn it! Not that he was any more worthy of her or that it even mattered. She wasn't interested in a couple of perverts like them. She had that Jeremiah kid and he was perfect for her. It bruised his ego to admit, but it was undeniable. That young man wasn't a reprehensible prick like Kid or himself.

Once he was sure Kevin was gone, Scott went over to his gym bag and pulled out more of his supply. He was kind of baffled that Kev didn't think to check for more. He cracked open the can, letting the noise echo through the room. Taking a large swig, the yeasty flavor hit his tongue. It wasn't even so much about the taste anymore. He just needed a little something to take the edge off and help him perform. It was only a stupid house show anyway.

Having already drunk two-thirds of the first can (second, thanks to Kev of course) he sat down and sighed. Things hadn't been going so awesome between Reves and himself in recent weeks. He suspected that she was holding a grudge from a couple of weeks ago. He had made the mistake of letting some rat grind upon him while they were out one night. It wasn't like he took her back to the hotel or even made out with her. It was just some stupid dancing. It didn't mean shit. He had female fans. He couldn't fucking help that. It didn't matter. Either way, she was still livid and let him know all about it too. He didn't know where things were going from here. They still fucked like jackrabbits, but she seemed to merely tolerate him anymore.

Scott was halfway through the next can, by the time he came around to himself. He felt the half empty can in his hand. Anything worth doing is always worth doing all the way, right? He thought as he downed the rest so he could start on the next.

Reves ended the call on her cell phone with a smile on her face. "Erik is such a dumb ass," she stated, but there was a marked affection in her voice.

With curiosity, Heather brought her eyes to her sister. "I wasn't aware that you were on speaking terms with him," she remarked.

"I've talked to him a couple times since the Bedsons' party," Reves divulged.

Heather had not been informed of this intelligence either. The last she had known, Reves had proclaimed that she abhorred the young man as she had discovered him in a compromising position with her close friend, Sydney. He was also the one who terminated their relationship due to the fact that Reves was to be away quite frequently as they had started traveling on the road.

The raven-haired girl furrowed her brows at her sister. "Forgive me, but what desire do you possess to speak to him? I mean no disparagement towards him, you know that, but as you are um…involved…with Scott Hall, does that not indicate that Erik should not be receiving your esteem?" Heather's voice became smaller with every word she uttered.

Reves merely scoffed at her and rolled her eyes. "You have so much to learn," she informed the younger girl before marching away in a huff and leaving her there bewildered by the actions and comportment of her sister.

"Are you going to do anything but drink?" Reves asked crossly. She wasn't particularly hyped about being out this night. She sat at the bar watching Scott knock back yet another beer as she questioned why the hell she was bothering with all this.

Scott used the counter to hoist himself off the barstool. "Gotta piss. I'll be back," he murmured making it obvious that he hadn't even been paying attention to her question. He then stumbled off through the crowd towards the bathrooms.

Reves expelled a groan of annoyance. She stared at the fruity drink sitting in front of her. She didn't even know what the hell it was. She didn't care. She thought back to how exhilarating this had been when they first started messing around. Now it had become tedious and irksome to content with his constant boozing and drugs. "Hey yo, Chico do you ever stop drinking?" Reves scoffed to herself as she picked up the glass.

"Hey yo, yourself," a voice replied to her just as she was about to bring the glass to her lips.

Reves paused. A rare blush staining her cheeks as she turned in its direction to see a trio of handsome looking guys standing next to her. The first one she noticed, who she assumed was the one who had spoken to her, was a blonde with sapphire blue eyes. He was the tallest and best looking of them. They were all pretty damn hot though; lean and fit. They all appeared to be in their early twenties.

"What are you doing just sitting here by yourself when you should be out there on the dance floor shakin' that fine ass?" the blonde said to her over the cacophony of music and intoxicated partiers. He was the alpha of the group; she could always tell them by their swagger. It didn't matter that he was the only one to talk to her.

Setting the glass back down, she turned the rest of her body towards them as that seductively, coy grin painted her ruby lips. "Hmm, perhaps it's because I've only encountered a bunch of pathetic ass losers, up 'til now?" she returned. Her husky voice corresponded to the expression her mouth gave off.

"Come dance with us, babe. We'll be real sweet and show ya a good time. Won't we, fellas?" he asked and his buddies nodded in agreeance.

"Oh yeah," they concurred.

Reves knew what they were about. It was the same thing that dudes were always about. Despite the fact that she had virtually no intentions of going home with any of them, a little bumping and grinding on the dance floor wouldn't do any harm. Perhaps a little makeout session couldn't hurt either… "Alright then. You got me. But just for a couple songs," she stated in an indifferent manner. Give them just enough, then wait for them to come chasing after more. That is how it was done.

She offered her hand to the blonde, who certainly was by far the sexiest, and allowed him to lead her to the edge of the dance floor with the other two in toe. She didn't particularly care for the rap song that was blasting out of the speakers, but it was the type of song that would cause bodies to start banging together.

Scott staggered out of the men's room, ready to start another round, maybe something a little harder now. He ambled back to where Reves was sitting, except she wasn't there. Only her drink left untouched sat on the bar. Puzzled, he looked up and down the bar to make sure he hadn't just missed her, but no one resembled an ashen-haired vixen. An unexpected panic set in. She was just there a few minutes ago. Where could she have gone? Scott's eyes were scanning the vicinity with urgency. When he finally spotted her, a floodgate of rage burst open as the scene before him nearly caused him to blow his stack. There was his vixen, dancing, gyrating, and rubbing her ass against, not one, but three prick jabronis!

Scott plowed his way through the dense sea of tipsy bodies with single-minded purpose. "Get off her, dickheads," he shouted as he grabbed the first asshole within reach and shoved him with exponential force before doing the same to the other two.

"Really Scott? What the hell?" Reves yelled at him peeved.

"Who the fuck are you? Her damn grandpa or some shit?" one of the other guys with dark brown hair asked, none too happy about being interrupted by this old creep.

"None of your damn business! All you need to know is she's mine, got it?" Scott growled possessively and a few people around them stilled as they were watching the scene unfold.

"That's cute," another one said sardonically.

A blonde, who was the tallest, yet still not as tall as Scott, laughed at his friend's words. "Right?" he asked his buddy, then turned to Scott. "Listen, Gramps, why don't you hitch yourself a ride back to the nursing home and let us show this hottie what a good time is, instead of creepin' on her like an old perv," he sneered as he put his arm around Reves and pulled her in. That action, more than the dude's words, had Scott seeing red and he delivered his fist to the punk's face, sending him flying backwards to the floor.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Reves exclaimed as Scott grabbed her wrist and began dragging her out of the club. "Get off me, asshole," she ordered, tearing herself away from him once they were outside.

"What were you doing with those jackasses?" Scott demanded.

"None of your fucking business. You sure as shit don't own me, you drunken bastard. Ugh, I'm so done with this shit! I'm not doing this anymore. All you ever do is drink and act like a fucking idiot! I'm beyond sick of your shit," Reves shouted at him, unable to hold back any longer.

Her words did a fine job of rapidly sobering him to a degree. Her unanticipated tirade was like being blindsided and slammed against a brick wall. Was that how she thought of him? A drunken bastard and a fucking idiot? Her remarks had dowsed much of the fire raging within him. "Rev, come on. I'm sorry," Scott begged her. He attempted to take hold of her, but she recoiled from him. "I can stop, if that's what you want," he said in a defeated tone. He knew it was a bold-faced lie. He couldn't even stop for his ex-wife after ten years but damn him, he just wanted to assuage her at that moment.

Reves's own fury was somewhat subdued after seeing his pathetic state. However, her words still spilled out in a scathing manner, "No you can't. It's been how many years? Don't lie to me. More importantly, don't lie to yourself. You're fucking hopeless."

Her words astounded Scott and he could do little more than stare at her while it felt that she was twisting the knife further and further into him. He had honestly never dreamed that he would hear her speak to him in such a scornful manner. Then she turned away and began walking down the sidewalk with nowhere to go.

Watching her was like watching Dana walk out all over again. It turned his stomach and he hoped against hope that they could reconcile, but he already knew. It was over. She had just said it herself: he was fucking hopeless. With that realization, he returned inside to the only fixation that would never leave him.

Gotta say I'm pretty sad over here. T-T

I had every intention of Kev and Heather having a scene here, but once again, I yammered on too much. Plus, I didn't really want to take away from Scott and Rev at this moment. Hold on to your hats for next time, kay?