It didn't take us too long to arrive at the club, nor did it take us long to be sat holding drinks. I couldn't believe Paris and Sev; they were very content with the two Hardyz. Everyone quickly began to get drunk, something neither Shane nor I did particularly often.
When I was sufficiently intoxicated, I asked Shane to dance. He protested at first, but eventually relented. For the first time all evening he noticed that I was wearing a skirt.
"Wow, Kara. You've got great legs.," he informed me as I pulled him towards the dance floor.
"Hmm, well so do you." I pointed out.
"Well, you look fantastic." he told me.
"Thank you"
We softly moved to the music, a quiet, almost romantic song. I'm amazed that I can remember what happened, but maybe it's because of what it led to. Half way through the dance, a loud crash interrupted our silence. We turned to see, several WWF superstars in the middle of a fistfight with some other customers. In our drunken state Shane and I silently decided to join in and defend our friends and colleagues.
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"Great, this is the last time I ever come out with you guys." I muttered looking round at the vast blankness of the cell. "What will Vince say?"
"Probably something like 'you are very irresponsible', yada yada yada." I collapsed my head against Shane's shoulder. For some reason four of the seven of us were in one cell with the other three in another. In my cell there was Shane, Jean Paul and I were together. It didn't make much sense; I expected the girls to be together and the men. But, I didn't know who else was arrested so I couldn't be sure I wasn't the only girl. I was almost miserable.
"Anyway, what actually happened?" Shane asked JP.
"Oh, some guys wanted to prove that they could beat up a bunch of us." he explained
"Great, so we're sat in a police cell cos you have to prove your tough." I stated flatly.
"Oh, so you just happened to give that Neanderthal a black eye, huh?" Shane countered.
"Hey, he hit me first and his hand strayed a little too far in the wrong direction." I replied rubbing my jaw where one of the animals fist connected with my jaw.
"You look the worst of everyone." JP commented.
"Yeah, but she's just so damn sexy with a bruise." Shane said, I was unsure about the meaning of that comment, but I let it slip by. He slipped his arm around my shoulders and that was the last thing I remembered before Vince came in, I was still resting on Shane.
"Great, absolutely great. You know I was hoping this was a joke." Vince said loudly. Shane and I groaned our heads were spinning. "So what've I got here, a superstar, a writer and a departmental president, who's also my son. Peachy!"
"Can't you quieten down, Dad?"
"No way, it's your own fault you're dealing with a hangover. Now will you tell me what the hell happened?" I sat up and looked at Vince.
"Mr McMahon, Shane and I were just dancin', we saw everyone else and tried to stop it. A guy," I was trying to find the right way of putting it "touched me in the wrong place, I knocked him off, he hit me." I vaguely pointed at the bruise.
"Good story, Miss Maddox," he said to me. "Shane?"
"I was defending Kara and the others."
"We were all sat down at a table and some guys wanted to prove they could beat us up, we didn't want any of it. They hit Matt, then began of Jeff and finally me. We then defended ourselves."
"Well, you guys have me convinced. Anyway, I'm taking you to RAW."
We left the cell and collected our belongings from the desk.
When I was sufficiently intoxicated, I asked Shane to dance. He protested at first, but eventually relented. For the first time all evening he noticed that I was wearing a skirt.
"Wow, Kara. You've got great legs.," he informed me as I pulled him towards the dance floor.
"Hmm, well so do you." I pointed out.
"Well, you look fantastic." he told me.
"Thank you"
We softly moved to the music, a quiet, almost romantic song. I'm amazed that I can remember what happened, but maybe it's because of what it led to. Half way through the dance, a loud crash interrupted our silence. We turned to see, several WWF superstars in the middle of a fistfight with some other customers. In our drunken state Shane and I silently decided to join in and defend our friends and colleagues.
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"Great, this is the last time I ever come out with you guys." I muttered looking round at the vast blankness of the cell. "What will Vince say?"
"Probably something like 'you are very irresponsible', yada yada yada." I collapsed my head against Shane's shoulder. For some reason four of the seven of us were in one cell with the other three in another. In my cell there was Shane, Jean Paul and I were together. It didn't make much sense; I expected the girls to be together and the men. But, I didn't know who else was arrested so I couldn't be sure I wasn't the only girl. I was almost miserable.
"Anyway, what actually happened?" Shane asked JP.
"Oh, some guys wanted to prove that they could beat up a bunch of us." he explained
"Great, so we're sat in a police cell cos you have to prove your tough." I stated flatly.
"Oh, so you just happened to give that Neanderthal a black eye, huh?" Shane countered.
"Hey, he hit me first and his hand strayed a little too far in the wrong direction." I replied rubbing my jaw where one of the animals fist connected with my jaw.
"You look the worst of everyone." JP commented.
"Yeah, but she's just so damn sexy with a bruise." Shane said, I was unsure about the meaning of that comment, but I let it slip by. He slipped his arm around my shoulders and that was the last thing I remembered before Vince came in, I was still resting on Shane.
"Great, absolutely great. You know I was hoping this was a joke." Vince said loudly. Shane and I groaned our heads were spinning. "So what've I got here, a superstar, a writer and a departmental president, who's also my son. Peachy!"
"Can't you quieten down, Dad?"
"No way, it's your own fault you're dealing with a hangover. Now will you tell me what the hell happened?" I sat up and looked at Vince.
"Mr McMahon, Shane and I were just dancin', we saw everyone else and tried to stop it. A guy," I was trying to find the right way of putting it "touched me in the wrong place, I knocked him off, he hit me." I vaguely pointed at the bruise.
"Good story, Miss Maddox," he said to me. "Shane?"
"I was defending Kara and the others."
"We were all sat down at a table and some guys wanted to prove they could beat us up, we didn't want any of it. They hit Matt, then began of Jeff and finally me. We then defended ourselves."
"Well, you guys have me convinced. Anyway, I'm taking you to RAW."
We left the cell and collected our belongings from the desk.