"That's utter bull shit Dad! I can wear whatever I damn well wanna wear!" Paris growled under her breath, blue depths rolling back. Jacob and her had been victorious over Jason and Anna, yet the moment she reached the locker room, Paris had been under a constant assult by her father, Adam Copeland.
Her mother, Dakota, had simply congradulated her on the victory and then returned to her conversation with AJ. Now the older female turned, glaring at her husband. "For god's sake Adam, leave her alone. She won the fucking match, now leave her alone about what she wears."
Adam returned Dakota's glare, yet silenced at his wife's chiding. Paris smirked, then continued to the shower.
Jacob, sitting beside AJ, glanced uneasily between Adam and the retreating back of Paris. AJ glanced at Jacob. "Go shower son..."
"Yes mother" He replied, slightly angered. AJ glared swiftly at the young man. "Dont call me mother unless you put fucker after it." She snapped.
Jabob sighed, nodding and heading in the direction of the showers.
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"Dude... slow down!" Jacob said offhandedly, watching Paris raise yet another shot glass to her lips. "Hell no! I can drink, and Ill be damned if I gonna stop just because Im leaving you in the dust." Paris slurred, throwing back the hard liquor.
"I have never been unthrowned." Jacob stated, mater-of-factly. Paris smirked, uttering a low growl. "There's always a first for everything..."
Her mother, Dakota, had simply congradulated her on the victory and then returned to her conversation with AJ. Now the older female turned, glaring at her husband. "For god's sake Adam, leave her alone. She won the fucking match, now leave her alone about what she wears."
Adam returned Dakota's glare, yet silenced at his wife's chiding. Paris smirked, then continued to the shower.
Jacob, sitting beside AJ, glanced uneasily between Adam and the retreating back of Paris. AJ glanced at Jacob. "Go shower son..."
"Yes mother" He replied, slightly angered. AJ glared swiftly at the young man. "Dont call me mother unless you put fucker after it." She snapped.
Jabob sighed, nodding and heading in the direction of the showers.
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"Dude... slow down!" Jacob said offhandedly, watching Paris raise yet another shot glass to her lips. "Hell no! I can drink, and Ill be damned if I gonna stop just because Im leaving you in the dust." Paris slurred, throwing back the hard liquor.
"I have never been unthrowned." Jacob stated, mater-of-factly. Paris smirked, uttering a low growl. "There's always a first for everything..."