Jericho woke up with the distinct impression that he might have one of the worst hang overs in the history of man. The sunlight was flooding into where ever the hell he was, and it was like all the light was just on him, burning into him. He didn't even remember anything that happened after his fourth drink.
Even though his head was pounding, he suddenly realized someone was *next* to him. 'Oh dear god, did I..'? he pulled up the covers to see only his boxers was preventing him from being intirely nude. Though it was still there, it didn't mean it was last night. 'I'm so screwed.' He turned his head to look at the sleeping form next to him. Her face was buried in the pillow, preventing him from seeing her face. Her back was exposed, and she had her bra on and nothing else but that.
'She's gonna be one pissed off girl when she wakes up.' He shuddered at the thought. He hoped she didn't blame it all on him. When the hell did he talk to a girl, anyway? He tried to remember what happened the night before, but could not put her finger on a single event.
The girl eerily kept making him think he knew her from somewhere. Though he knew an option was to just get the hell out of the room, he wasn't like that. Fighting the urge to puke as his head ache intensified, he softly rolled her over. The sight nearly pushed him over the edge of if he was going to be sick or not. It also made him jump back and land on the floor hard. 'No..NO! Holy shit, not her..anybody but her..'
The noise of him smashing into the ground must have woken her up, as she lazily opened her eyes. Jericho had gone to the point where he was shaking. 'Not her..of all the chicks in the world, I had to pick up..'
"What the fuck..?" she voiced, not fully aware of her surroundings. Her eyes fell on him, and her eyes widen. Oh yes, she seriously must have figured it out too. 'I'm in such DEEP SHIT!' "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"I should be asking you the same question." his voice was shakey. "This is MY room." he had noted that his stuff was in there, while hers wasn't.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, RAPE ME!?" Jericho winced at the word 'rape'. She had gotten up, and was suddenly aware that she was *very* undressed.
"Rape you?! Why the fuck would I do that?! You think I'd want to have sex with *you* on purpose?!" Chris glared at her as she quickly tried to find her stuff.
"Because you're a sick fuck!" she glared at him. "You probably drugged me!"
"What the HELL are you talking about?" Anger had suddenly boiled up as he stood up, completely ignoring that he was only clad in his boxers. "I just had a drink or two! I don't even remember SEEING you!"
"Yeah, well, I did that too..I bet this was all your plan, you probably paid the bartender to drug me up so you can be a sick bastard--"
"Steph, look who the hell you're talking about?! Why would I want to drug up you when there's whores just like you that have bigger breasts!" Stephanie grew red, glaring at him.
"You are so dead you little prick--" she ran at him, punching him straight in the jaw, He fell back into the chair behind him.
"SHIT, Stephanie!" he rubbed his jaw, wincing. 'This is a fucking nightmare..someone needs to wake me up..'
"Now what the HELL did you do to me!?"
"What *I* did to *you*?! You probably did this to ME!" he shot back, glaring at her. She had managed to find her stuff and was now dressed.
"Like I would want to touch *you*." her eyes narrowed. "Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick..!" she pointed a finger at him. "Don't you think you're going to get away with this you little fucker!"
"LISTEN!" he grabbed her hand as she tried to just get out of there. "What the hell did we do last night?" She glared at him.
"You should know!"
"Get off it, bitch. I'm being serious." he stared at her. "Do you even remember?"
"No!" she glared at him. "I wonder WHY!"
"Because you were as probably as drunk as I was, because I don't remember either." Chris was just trying to make sense of what was happening. "Oh god, I really hope I didn't.." he let go of her arm, shuddering slightly.
"You hope?! What about me?!" she turned green, she must have been thinking about it. "I'm gonna puke.." she suddenly bolted to the bathroom, and seconds later Jericho heard retching sounds. Jericho was trying to even slightly remember what had happened the night before. It was still gone. His head ache had suddenly just got worse. Against all judgement, he stood up and walked to the bathroom.
'Oh Jesus..' She was on the floor, crying. He couldn't believe that the feeling of pity shot up him. He walked over and she didn't even look up. "You know I didn't want any of this to happen."
"But it did." she said, angrily. "It did, and I don't even KNOW what happened last night. For all I know, I might be having some little freakish kid in 9 months!"
"Don't even JOKE about that." Jericho made a face.
"But it could happen!" she shot back. Suddenly both went silent when a knock at the door sounded.
"Chris? Ya up yet?" Jericho froze. 'Perfect timing..'
"You have got to hide." he said in a sharp whisper. He basically picked her up, dragging her into the closet. She stared at him in shock. "Say a word and I swear to god I'll blame my drunkiness for killing you." She nodded mutely, before he pushed the sliding door in front of her.
"Chris?"
"Coming!" Chris quickly grabbed at the door and opened it. He tried to smile as best he could at the female who raised a brow at him.
"Chris, must you always answer the door in the morning without pants on?" He smiled weakly at Lita.
"You must like it if you continue to come this early." he replied, looking innocent. She giggled a bit and shrugged.
"I guess staying with two guys for the past year sort of makes you used to it."
"Ahh yes, how is my favorite duo of brothers?" Chris slouched against the door frame.
"I woke up to hear them fighting about who has the better ass." Lita rolled her eyes.
"I'm so glad they continue to be so productive." Chris chuckled slightly. "So, besides the update, have any reason to come along here so early?"
"Yeah, I was just going to go grab some breakfast." she replied. "I was wondering if you wanted to come along."
"Why didn't ya ask your boyfriend?" he raised a brow at her.
"I didn't feel like listening to him fight with his brother. It's one of those sort of days." she gave a quick grin.
"Ahh, I see." he nodded. "Well, I'd love to go Lita, but I'm still feeling a bit sick from last night.."
"Oh Chris, don't tell me you got drunk.." she tapped her foot. "One day you're going to get in trouble for that."
'Already happened, Lee..you just don't know it.' Jericho managed his best smile. "You know me, Lita, can't get into any more trouble then I do when I don't have the drinks."
"If you say so. I'll see ya later Chris." she paused. "Oh, by the way, I found this outside your door." she produced an envelope. "Anomoyous, I suppose."
"Thanks." he took it. "Bye Lita." She walked off, and Chris closed the door. 'hat was close..' He basically threw the envelope onto a nearby flat surface, or the bed, and walked to the sliding door. He opened it to see Stephanie sitting there, looking as upset as she was before Lita came.
"She's gone."
"I know she's gone, idiot." she stood up, walking out.
"You're such a bitter person, ya know that?" Jericho smirked at her.
"Yeah well you're a fuckin' annoyance!" she was SERIOUSLY still pissed. "Now, I suggest you tell no one about this.."
"You think I WANT people to know I did anything with you?!"
"I'm just warning you, Chris Jericho. You even tr--" her attention was suddenly drawn to the envelope on the bed. "What's that?"
"Something Lita found outside my door, why?"
"Why!? Haven't you seen movies like this?" Stephanie walked past him and grabbed it, sitting on the bed. "And will you please put some pants on?"
"Whatever." he rolled his eyes, walking to find his missing pants. Stephanie precariously opened it, pulling out the contents. Jericho blinked as he heard a slight whimper come out of her mouth. He pulled his pants up, then looked towards her. "What's wrong?" She didn't respond, so he walked over there and looked himself.
'Oh shit..'
Even though his head was pounding, he suddenly realized someone was *next* to him. 'Oh dear god, did I..'? he pulled up the covers to see only his boxers was preventing him from being intirely nude. Though it was still there, it didn't mean it was last night. 'I'm so screwed.' He turned his head to look at the sleeping form next to him. Her face was buried in the pillow, preventing him from seeing her face. Her back was exposed, and she had her bra on and nothing else but that.
'She's gonna be one pissed off girl when she wakes up.' He shuddered at the thought. He hoped she didn't blame it all on him. When the hell did he talk to a girl, anyway? He tried to remember what happened the night before, but could not put her finger on a single event.
The girl eerily kept making him think he knew her from somewhere. Though he knew an option was to just get the hell out of the room, he wasn't like that. Fighting the urge to puke as his head ache intensified, he softly rolled her over. The sight nearly pushed him over the edge of if he was going to be sick or not. It also made him jump back and land on the floor hard. 'No..NO! Holy shit, not her..anybody but her..'
The noise of him smashing into the ground must have woken her up, as she lazily opened her eyes. Jericho had gone to the point where he was shaking. 'Not her..of all the chicks in the world, I had to pick up..'
"What the fuck..?" she voiced, not fully aware of her surroundings. Her eyes fell on him, and her eyes widen. Oh yes, she seriously must have figured it out too. 'I'm in such DEEP SHIT!' "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"I should be asking you the same question." his voice was shakey. "This is MY room." he had noted that his stuff was in there, while hers wasn't.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, RAPE ME!?" Jericho winced at the word 'rape'. She had gotten up, and was suddenly aware that she was *very* undressed.
"Rape you?! Why the fuck would I do that?! You think I'd want to have sex with *you* on purpose?!" Chris glared at her as she quickly tried to find her stuff.
"Because you're a sick fuck!" she glared at him. "You probably drugged me!"
"What the HELL are you talking about?" Anger had suddenly boiled up as he stood up, completely ignoring that he was only clad in his boxers. "I just had a drink or two! I don't even remember SEEING you!"
"Yeah, well, I did that too..I bet this was all your plan, you probably paid the bartender to drug me up so you can be a sick bastard--"
"Steph, look who the hell you're talking about?! Why would I want to drug up you when there's whores just like you that have bigger breasts!" Stephanie grew red, glaring at him.
"You are so dead you little prick--" she ran at him, punching him straight in the jaw, He fell back into the chair behind him.
"SHIT, Stephanie!" he rubbed his jaw, wincing. 'This is a fucking nightmare..someone needs to wake me up..'
"Now what the HELL did you do to me!?"
"What *I* did to *you*?! You probably did this to ME!" he shot back, glaring at her. She had managed to find her stuff and was now dressed.
"Like I would want to touch *you*." her eyes narrowed. "Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick..!" she pointed a finger at him. "Don't you think you're going to get away with this you little fucker!"
"LISTEN!" he grabbed her hand as she tried to just get out of there. "What the hell did we do last night?" She glared at him.
"You should know!"
"Get off it, bitch. I'm being serious." he stared at her. "Do you even remember?"
"No!" she glared at him. "I wonder WHY!"
"Because you were as probably as drunk as I was, because I don't remember either." Chris was just trying to make sense of what was happening. "Oh god, I really hope I didn't.." he let go of her arm, shuddering slightly.
"You hope?! What about me?!" she turned green, she must have been thinking about it. "I'm gonna puke.." she suddenly bolted to the bathroom, and seconds later Jericho heard retching sounds. Jericho was trying to even slightly remember what had happened the night before. It was still gone. His head ache had suddenly just got worse. Against all judgement, he stood up and walked to the bathroom.
'Oh Jesus..' She was on the floor, crying. He couldn't believe that the feeling of pity shot up him. He walked over and she didn't even look up. "You know I didn't want any of this to happen."
"But it did." she said, angrily. "It did, and I don't even KNOW what happened last night. For all I know, I might be having some little freakish kid in 9 months!"
"Don't even JOKE about that." Jericho made a face.
"But it could happen!" she shot back. Suddenly both went silent when a knock at the door sounded.
"Chris? Ya up yet?" Jericho froze. 'Perfect timing..'
"You have got to hide." he said in a sharp whisper. He basically picked her up, dragging her into the closet. She stared at him in shock. "Say a word and I swear to god I'll blame my drunkiness for killing you." She nodded mutely, before he pushed the sliding door in front of her.
"Chris?"
"Coming!" Chris quickly grabbed at the door and opened it. He tried to smile as best he could at the female who raised a brow at him.
"Chris, must you always answer the door in the morning without pants on?" He smiled weakly at Lita.
"You must like it if you continue to come this early." he replied, looking innocent. She giggled a bit and shrugged.
"I guess staying with two guys for the past year sort of makes you used to it."
"Ahh yes, how is my favorite duo of brothers?" Chris slouched against the door frame.
"I woke up to hear them fighting about who has the better ass." Lita rolled her eyes.
"I'm so glad they continue to be so productive." Chris chuckled slightly. "So, besides the update, have any reason to come along here so early?"
"Yeah, I was just going to go grab some breakfast." she replied. "I was wondering if you wanted to come along."
"Why didn't ya ask your boyfriend?" he raised a brow at her.
"I didn't feel like listening to him fight with his brother. It's one of those sort of days." she gave a quick grin.
"Ahh, I see." he nodded. "Well, I'd love to go Lita, but I'm still feeling a bit sick from last night.."
"Oh Chris, don't tell me you got drunk.." she tapped her foot. "One day you're going to get in trouble for that."
'Already happened, Lee..you just don't know it.' Jericho managed his best smile. "You know me, Lita, can't get into any more trouble then I do when I don't have the drinks."
"If you say so. I'll see ya later Chris." she paused. "Oh, by the way, I found this outside your door." she produced an envelope. "Anomoyous, I suppose."
"Thanks." he took it. "Bye Lita." She walked off, and Chris closed the door. 'hat was close..' He basically threw the envelope onto a nearby flat surface, or the bed, and walked to the sliding door. He opened it to see Stephanie sitting there, looking as upset as she was before Lita came.
"She's gone."
"I know she's gone, idiot." she stood up, walking out.
"You're such a bitter person, ya know that?" Jericho smirked at her.
"Yeah well you're a fuckin' annoyance!" she was SERIOUSLY still pissed. "Now, I suggest you tell no one about this.."
"You think I WANT people to know I did anything with you?!"
"I'm just warning you, Chris Jericho. You even tr--" her attention was suddenly drawn to the envelope on the bed. "What's that?"
"Something Lita found outside my door, why?"
"Why!? Haven't you seen movies like this?" Stephanie walked past him and grabbed it, sitting on the bed. "And will you please put some pants on?"
"Whatever." he rolled his eyes, walking to find his missing pants. Stephanie precariously opened it, pulling out the contents. Jericho blinked as he heard a slight whimper come out of her mouth. He pulled his pants up, then looked towards her. "What's wrong?" She didn't respond, so he walked over there and looked himself.
'Oh shit..'