"Well, you know, I am quite the.." he searched for the word. "chivalrous person."
"Chivalrous? Chris, I don't think that word's been used since the 17th century." she replied. 'You know, that's the same thing I told Chyna when she said I wasn't that.'
"But I am. You know, I'm such a kind, kind soul. I see a lady in danger, it's like one of those quick reactions." he explained.
"Bragging much?" she rolled her eyes. 'She doesn't look mad though. Could be a first!'
"Not at all." he quickly responded, grinning broadly. "Just telling it as it is."
"Well, anyway, I just wanted to thank you." she shrugged slightly. "I was waiting to get clocked in the head by you too, but I guess I should have known by now that you're full of surprises."
"It's just half of my winning personality." he chuckled.
"Oh yeah." she rolled her eyes.
"So, you OK now?" Chris was a little surprised by the unexpected tone of care in his voice.
"I think so." she sighed. "I hate to say it, but you were right. Heyman is insane."
"He'll be after you." he pointed out.
"I know. I don't know what to do." she sighed, plopping on her bed. "I have no where to go."
"Sure you do!" Stephanie looked up at him, confused. 'Come on, you gotta agree to stay here. I don't want to really kidnap you..'
"What, you mean, here? With you?" she asked, sounding a little surprised.
"Well, your choices are a bit slim. You have me or you can hide in your car for god knows how long." he shrugged. "I don't know about you, but sleeping in a cramped little car for probably a week or two isn't pleasing to me. Plus, let's not forget..you're broke. Heyman sucked all the cash out of you. You know he wants you back to get all the money you get after this moment.."
"Don't remind me." she sighed.
"The good thing about being as cool as me, I got enough cash to feed two people." he grinned. She eyed him.
"Oh god, you're going to poison me, aren't you?" she asked, actually sounding suspicious.
"No, I'm just in a generous mood today." he chuckled. 'When did I get so good at lying?'
"Well, it's sort of surprising you'd be nice to me. I had this distinct knowledge that you hated me only a few days ago.." she replied.
"Hey, the great Chris Jericho does not hate. I have a unique sense of dislike, but I don't hate. Anyway, your problems lie in someone I tend to have a lot of dislike for, so what better a way to piss him off?" he grinned.
"I knew there was a catch." she smirked.
"It's a little one." he grinned. "So, what do ya say?"
"I can't believe I'm saying this..yeah, fine, I'll stay with you." she sighed.
"Ahh, so I am deemed acceptable for the tastes of a princess?"
"Well, not really, but you'll do for now." she shrugged.
"I'm honored." he smirked at her.
"And speaking of food, I'm hungry." he glanced over at her.
"And what am I suppose to do about it?"
"Well, you obviously have to get me something." she said simply.
"Do you have some sort of weird concept that you must boss around everyone?" he questioned, smirking.
"No, I just like bossing you around. You're a push over."
"Oh I am, am I?" he smirked. He began walking toward her.
"What are you--" she let out a yelp when he suddenly picked her up. "Let me go!"
"Oh, can't you push me over?" he grinned as she squirmed in his grip.
"You're such a jerk." she pouted.
"Now is that any way to talk your hero?" he asked.
"You scared off a big fat man. It wasn't that heroic." she muttered. "Now let me down!" At that exact moment, Chris stepped forward, not knowing her towel was still on the ground. His feet got tangled up in it.
Of course, he did gracefully land on his back. Seconds after her felt something fall on him, and when he opened his eyes he was face to face with a snickering Stephanie.
"Very smooth." Stephanie grinned down at him.
"I must ask you to please refrain from putting your crap in my way." he replied. "By the way, why are you still on me?"
"Oops." she rolled off him, landing on her butt. "Sorry about that." He sat up.
"Lucky you're so light." he smirked.
"I'm still hungry, you know." she pointed out. Chris rumaged through his pocket and pulled out a lone candybar. "Hey, I was wondering where this went.."
"What IS that?" she asked, scrunching her face in disgust.
"Your breakfast, catch!" he tossed it to her and she caught it, looking disdained.
"How old is this thing?"
"A week, maybe. I haven't worn this pants for that long, anyway." he stood up, stretching. "Enjoy!" He couldn't help but smile, watching her carefully pull the wrappings off, still seated on the floor. 'I'll give her something better later. Can't have her die of lack of nutrition, after all. The thing is, how do I get her out of the hotel room without worrying about Heyman and his goons seeing her?'
"Chivalrous? Chris, I don't think that word's been used since the 17th century." she replied. 'You know, that's the same thing I told Chyna when she said I wasn't that.'
"But I am. You know, I'm such a kind, kind soul. I see a lady in danger, it's like one of those quick reactions." he explained.
"Bragging much?" she rolled her eyes. 'She doesn't look mad though. Could be a first!'
"Not at all." he quickly responded, grinning broadly. "Just telling it as it is."
"Well, anyway, I just wanted to thank you." she shrugged slightly. "I was waiting to get clocked in the head by you too, but I guess I should have known by now that you're full of surprises."
"It's just half of my winning personality." he chuckled.
"Oh yeah." she rolled her eyes.
"So, you OK now?" Chris was a little surprised by the unexpected tone of care in his voice.
"I think so." she sighed. "I hate to say it, but you were right. Heyman is insane."
"He'll be after you." he pointed out.
"I know. I don't know what to do." she sighed, plopping on her bed. "I have no where to go."
"Sure you do!" Stephanie looked up at him, confused. 'Come on, you gotta agree to stay here. I don't want to really kidnap you..'
"What, you mean, here? With you?" she asked, sounding a little surprised.
"Well, your choices are a bit slim. You have me or you can hide in your car for god knows how long." he shrugged. "I don't know about you, but sleeping in a cramped little car for probably a week or two isn't pleasing to me. Plus, let's not forget..you're broke. Heyman sucked all the cash out of you. You know he wants you back to get all the money you get after this moment.."
"Don't remind me." she sighed.
"The good thing about being as cool as me, I got enough cash to feed two people." he grinned. She eyed him.
"Oh god, you're going to poison me, aren't you?" she asked, actually sounding suspicious.
"No, I'm just in a generous mood today." he chuckled. 'When did I get so good at lying?'
"Well, it's sort of surprising you'd be nice to me. I had this distinct knowledge that you hated me only a few days ago.." she replied.
"Hey, the great Chris Jericho does not hate. I have a unique sense of dislike, but I don't hate. Anyway, your problems lie in someone I tend to have a lot of dislike for, so what better a way to piss him off?" he grinned.
"I knew there was a catch." she smirked.
"It's a little one." he grinned. "So, what do ya say?"
"I can't believe I'm saying this..yeah, fine, I'll stay with you." she sighed.
"Ahh, so I am deemed acceptable for the tastes of a princess?"
"Well, not really, but you'll do for now." she shrugged.
"I'm honored." he smirked at her.
"And speaking of food, I'm hungry." he glanced over at her.
"And what am I suppose to do about it?"
"Well, you obviously have to get me something." she said simply.
"Do you have some sort of weird concept that you must boss around everyone?" he questioned, smirking.
"No, I just like bossing you around. You're a push over."
"Oh I am, am I?" he smirked. He began walking toward her.
"What are you--" she let out a yelp when he suddenly picked her up. "Let me go!"
"Oh, can't you push me over?" he grinned as she squirmed in his grip.
"You're such a jerk." she pouted.
"Now is that any way to talk your hero?" he asked.
"You scared off a big fat man. It wasn't that heroic." she muttered. "Now let me down!" At that exact moment, Chris stepped forward, not knowing her towel was still on the ground. His feet got tangled up in it.
Of course, he did gracefully land on his back. Seconds after her felt something fall on him, and when he opened his eyes he was face to face with a snickering Stephanie.
"Very smooth." Stephanie grinned down at him.
"I must ask you to please refrain from putting your crap in my way." he replied. "By the way, why are you still on me?"
"Oops." she rolled off him, landing on her butt. "Sorry about that." He sat up.
"Lucky you're so light." he smirked.
"I'm still hungry, you know." she pointed out. Chris rumaged through his pocket and pulled out a lone candybar. "Hey, I was wondering where this went.."
"What IS that?" she asked, scrunching her face in disgust.
"Your breakfast, catch!" he tossed it to her and she caught it, looking disdained.
"How old is this thing?"
"A week, maybe. I haven't worn this pants for that long, anyway." he stood up, stretching. "Enjoy!" He couldn't help but smile, watching her carefully pull the wrappings off, still seated on the floor. 'I'll give her something better later. Can't have her die of lack of nutrition, after all. The thing is, how do I get her out of the hotel room without worrying about Heyman and his goons seeing her?'