*BACK AT THE TABLE*
Staley ran out of the bathroom and joined Chris at the table. She sat patiently grinning a big fake grin.
"Is there something wrong?" Chris asked as he signed the check.
"NO!" She snapped.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you by asking whether your ok or not!?" Chris said quietly.
"Uh...can we go now?" Staley asked.
"Yup, let's get outa here." Chris said, standing up from his chair. They walked out and, soon enough, the valet came around in his car, smoke and dust billowing from the tailpipe. They got in the sleek red car and sped out into the dark L.A streets.
"So where are we going?" Staley asked.
"My favorite club down here, The Viper." He answered as he pulled up to the entrance.
"This is the Viper?" Staley asked. There wasn't much there, all there was were 2 large black doors with the words "THE VIPER" written on them in purple.
"Yup." Chris answered as he slid out of the car.
"Are you sure?" Staley asked again.
"Positive. It says so on the doors. See, "THE VIPER", it says it right there." Chris replied. He walked up to one of the 2 very large black bouncers. They talked for a bit and then the bouncer nodded, opening the door for us.
"You coming?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, I guess so." Staley answered. She walked up and took his elbow and they walked in together. The place was huge. It was Gigantic. I didn't look half its size from the outside. Staley just stood there in awe. There were bright colorful lights flashing everywhere, loud music blasting, a giant neon blue bar, and it was packed with people.
"Are you gonna come in, or just stand at the door like a mindless zombie?" Chris asked.
"Hell no! I can't go dancing in this! I'll look like an idiot!" Staley yelled.
"Well, what are you going to do? Were not going back to your place so you can change." Chris yelled over the music.
"Course not! Gimme a pair of scissors." Staley cried.
"Sorry, I don't exactly keep em handy." Chris replied.
"Ugh, I have to do everything by myself." She bent down and began ripping the bottom of her dress off.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?? HOW MUCH DID THAT DRESS COST?" Chris yelled.
"Only $2,540.00. No big. Plus, I got a ton of these back home!" Staley answered as she ripped parts of her sleeves off, "There, I'm done!" Chris just sat there staring at her. She went from wearing a dress to a skirt.
"How the hell do you do that shit?" Chris asked.
"It's too complicated for small minded people like you." Staley answered, "Now let's go, I wanna dance!" They walked in to a large lighted dance floor that was packed with people.
*A FEW HOURS LATER*
Staley and Chris slowly made they're way to the bar. They were both laughing their heads off. They were falling all over each other. They both sat down at the bar and ordered their drinks. Staley was laughing so hard she almost fell off her stool.
"I think I had a few too many shots." Chris muttered. They both looked at each other for a second and then began cracking up again.
"A few too many, that's funny." Staley cried as she wiped away a tear.
"Gimme a martini, dry, on the rocks with a twist." Chris ordered.
"Gimme... gimme a shot of Sex on the Beach." Staley ordered as she dropped her head down so it was resting on the bar top. A few minutes later the bartender came back with their drinks. Staley looked up and grabbed her drink from the bartender.
"Aye aye, cap'n!" She laughed as she drank her shot. She looked over at Chris and then back at the bartender and then back at Chris.
"Is it just me, or does the bartender look like a giant purple monkey?" She asked Chris. They both began cracking up again. Chris tapped the bartender on the shoulder and said,
"Excuse me, miss, but Planet of the Apes already came out of theatres. Sorry, but you're a little late." The bartender just growled at him and turned back around. Staley and Chris were laughing so hard, it seemed like their heads were going to explode.
"Gimme one of the thingy's he's got, you know, that drinky thing." Staley ordered. She grabbed her martini and Chris and walked out to the dance floor. Half way to the middle of the dance floor, she stopped at some random guy and shoved her martini at his chest.
"Hold this for me, would ya?" she said. She walked up to the DJ booth and yelled to him, "HEY! GUY WITH THE OVERSIZED EARS! Do you have Cherry Pie, by Warrant?"
The DJ looked at her weird and answered, "Yeah."
"Good, then play it, or I'll sue you." She said, pointing to him and twirling her finger in his face. She stumbled down the stairs, laughing with Chris close behind her. They go to the dance floor and Staley tripped on some guy's foot, falling into Chris' arms. She looked up at him, they were nose to nose. She smiled and whispered, "You got something in your teeth."
He stood her up and began brushing his teeth with his finger, furiously. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and walked him out further into the dance floor.
Then, some random guy came up and asked her to dance. He grabbed Chris by the arm and moved him away from Staley.
"Out of my way, little man." He growled.
"Hey, you know who you remind me of?" Staley asked the large man standing in front of her.
"Who?" he asked.
"Albert, you know that big fat wrestler with the piercings." She replied. That's when Chris walked up.
"Hey, that's funny. I've beaten Albert in a match before. I wonder how much different this will be?" Chris punched the guy square in the nose then did a baseball slide, tripping him onto the people behind him. Soon, the guy was up again and about to hit Chris, but he ducked and drop kicked him. Chris climbed onto the DJ's platform and did a lionsault to the giant man lying on the floor in pain. He walked up next to Staley and wiped a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face away. He spit on the guy and said,
"I thought not." He turned to Staley and took her hand, "Come on, we better go, before a security guard finds out." They walked out to the front and hopped into Chris' car. They drove to Staley's house, where Chris walked her to her door.
"I know this is the part where I'm supposed to say I had a great time tonight. So... I had a great time tonight, Chris!" Staley said happily. Chris laughed and leaned his shoulder against the door frame trying to look "suave".
"This is also the time where I get the good night kiss." He said smoothly.
"Not exactly, good night, Chris." Staley replied. She kissed him on the cheek and shut the door in his face. He got up off the door frame and kicked it.
"Damnit." He mumbled. He walked down to his car and jumped in. He took one last look at her house, revved up the engine of his car, and sped down her street, running over a cat in the process.
*THE NEXT MORINING*
Staley woke up in her king size bed with the worst hang over EVER! She held her head and kicked at the sheets on her bed. She groaned in pain as she attempted to get out of bed. She got one foot on the carpet, but then tripped forward, landing in her face, as she tried to put the other foot down.
"Ow." She mumbled into the carpet. She slowly lifted herself to her feet and began dragging herself to her bathroom. She fell into the bathroom and gripped to the edge of the sink for dear life to hold herself up. She looked into the mirror and almost died. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were red, she was wearing the same clothes as last night, and she had a bruise on her forehead from falling in the airport the other day. She fell to her knees in front of the toilet and up chucked everything she had eaten in the last week. She fell back onto the cold tile floor and slapped her hand across her head. She moaned as she turned onto her side and eventually stood up. She made her way back into her bedroom and got changed into grey sweatpants and an oversized black t-shirt that had the WWE logo on it. She put her hair up and stumbled down into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.
She sat in front of the table, sipping at the giant cup of black coffee she had made for herself. She let her head hit against the table top and she stared at the light brown wood grain from about a half an inch away. Suddenly, the phone began ringing.
"Damnit." She mumbled. She stood up and slowly walked to the phone. She picked up the receiver and pressed it against her ear.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Staley?" asked the voice on the other end. She couldn't hold herself up any longer, so she dropped to the floor and leaned against the wall.
"Yeah?" she grumbled, moving her hair out of her face.
"It's Chris." He said. Suddenly, everything got a little bit brighter. Her head cocked up and her eyes opened up.
"Chris!" She exclaimed. She held the phone tighter and waited to hear what he had to say, "Why are you calling me so early?"
"Early?" he asked.
"Wait, what time is it?" She asked. She reached up and pulled down a small clock from the coffee table standing next to her. She looked at it with wide eyes.
"It's 1 in the afternoon." He replied.
"Holy crap! It's 1 in the afternoon!" She yelled. He laughed faintly in the background.
"Yeah, it is! Is everything ok?" he asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Right, of course, everything's fine. I'm fine. Everything's ok." She answered, taking a deep breath.
"I don't think so, you sound worried." He said.
"No, really I'm fine. I've never slept this late, even when I get really wasted." She said.
"You got really wasted?" he asked.
"Yeah, I have the worst hang over ever. Did you?" she asked.
"Sorta, but I didn't get that bad. Are you gonna be ok? Should I go over there and keep you company?" he asked with even more concern, this time it was very noticeable.
"It's ok, Chris, I'll be fine. Stay where you are, I'm ok." She reassured him.
"All right, whatever you say. Now, the reason I called was I wanted to invite you to a WWE taping tomorrow night. You can go backstage with me and everything. Or if you'd rather be in the crowd, I got tickets for front row center? It's VIP?" He offered. Staley was speechless. Her jaw dropped.
"Raw?" she asked, being those were the only words she could muster up.
"Yeah, Raw." He answered. She squealed with delight.
"HELL YEAH!" She yelled. Chris laughed and her response.
"Soooo, you'll go?" He asked.
"Of course!" she answered. He smiled. She was beaming. She couldn't believe it. She was going to be at a Raw taping! WITH CHRIS!
"All right, I'll have the limo pick you up at 7. It'll be at the Staples Center. Oh, and don't worry, you can dress casual." He explained. Now there was a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Ok, I guess I'll see you there!" She squeaked. She hung up the phone and jumped in the air with excitement. She couldn't believe she was going to be escorted to a Raw taping by the hot blonde wrestler, Chris Jericho, or as he is known as to her, Chris Irvine.
*LATER*
Staley went digging through her clothes trying to find something to wear to RAW IS WAR. She had completely forgotten about her hang over and was losing her mind trying to find ANYTHING to wear. Her closet was a wreck. Everything that was once neat and orderly inside was thrown all over her room. She sat back on her bed and blew out a breath of frustration. She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked around at all the crap strewn around her room. She reached over and picked up the phone, quickly punching the phone number. After 3 rings, someone picked up.
"Paige?" Staley asked.
"Yeah." She answered.
"I have a fashion crisis."
*20 MINUTES LATER*
There was a loud knocking at Staley's door, and she rushed down to answer it. She pulled open the door to find Paige standing at her door step with a worried look on her face.
"Don't worry, Staley," She said as she stepped into the house, "everything's going to be fine. Worst comes to worst, we'll go shopping and buy you a whole new wardrobe!"
"O.k." she mumbled. She and Paige walked up stairs to her room. Paige took off her signature Gucci sunglasses off and looked around her room with wide eyes. She shook her head in disgust and led Staley to her bed. She made her sit down and she stood in front of her. She looked around the room one more time before saying,
"We DEFFINITLEY need to go shopping."
Staley ran out of the bathroom and joined Chris at the table. She sat patiently grinning a big fake grin.
"Is there something wrong?" Chris asked as he signed the check.
"NO!" She snapped.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you by asking whether your ok or not!?" Chris said quietly.
"Uh...can we go now?" Staley asked.
"Yup, let's get outa here." Chris said, standing up from his chair. They walked out and, soon enough, the valet came around in his car, smoke and dust billowing from the tailpipe. They got in the sleek red car and sped out into the dark L.A streets.
"So where are we going?" Staley asked.
"My favorite club down here, The Viper." He answered as he pulled up to the entrance.
"This is the Viper?" Staley asked. There wasn't much there, all there was were 2 large black doors with the words "THE VIPER" written on them in purple.
"Yup." Chris answered as he slid out of the car.
"Are you sure?" Staley asked again.
"Positive. It says so on the doors. See, "THE VIPER", it says it right there." Chris replied. He walked up to one of the 2 very large black bouncers. They talked for a bit and then the bouncer nodded, opening the door for us.
"You coming?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, I guess so." Staley answered. She walked up and took his elbow and they walked in together. The place was huge. It was Gigantic. I didn't look half its size from the outside. Staley just stood there in awe. There were bright colorful lights flashing everywhere, loud music blasting, a giant neon blue bar, and it was packed with people.
"Are you gonna come in, or just stand at the door like a mindless zombie?" Chris asked.
"Hell no! I can't go dancing in this! I'll look like an idiot!" Staley yelled.
"Well, what are you going to do? Were not going back to your place so you can change." Chris yelled over the music.
"Course not! Gimme a pair of scissors." Staley cried.
"Sorry, I don't exactly keep em handy." Chris replied.
"Ugh, I have to do everything by myself." She bent down and began ripping the bottom of her dress off.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?? HOW MUCH DID THAT DRESS COST?" Chris yelled.
"Only $2,540.00. No big. Plus, I got a ton of these back home!" Staley answered as she ripped parts of her sleeves off, "There, I'm done!" Chris just sat there staring at her. She went from wearing a dress to a skirt.
"How the hell do you do that shit?" Chris asked.
"It's too complicated for small minded people like you." Staley answered, "Now let's go, I wanna dance!" They walked in to a large lighted dance floor that was packed with people.
*A FEW HOURS LATER*
Staley and Chris slowly made they're way to the bar. They were both laughing their heads off. They were falling all over each other. They both sat down at the bar and ordered their drinks. Staley was laughing so hard she almost fell off her stool.
"I think I had a few too many shots." Chris muttered. They both looked at each other for a second and then began cracking up again.
"A few too many, that's funny." Staley cried as she wiped away a tear.
"Gimme a martini, dry, on the rocks with a twist." Chris ordered.
"Gimme... gimme a shot of Sex on the Beach." Staley ordered as she dropped her head down so it was resting on the bar top. A few minutes later the bartender came back with their drinks. Staley looked up and grabbed her drink from the bartender.
"Aye aye, cap'n!" She laughed as she drank her shot. She looked over at Chris and then back at the bartender and then back at Chris.
"Is it just me, or does the bartender look like a giant purple monkey?" She asked Chris. They both began cracking up again. Chris tapped the bartender on the shoulder and said,
"Excuse me, miss, but Planet of the Apes already came out of theatres. Sorry, but you're a little late." The bartender just growled at him and turned back around. Staley and Chris were laughing so hard, it seemed like their heads were going to explode.
"Gimme one of the thingy's he's got, you know, that drinky thing." Staley ordered. She grabbed her martini and Chris and walked out to the dance floor. Half way to the middle of the dance floor, she stopped at some random guy and shoved her martini at his chest.
"Hold this for me, would ya?" she said. She walked up to the DJ booth and yelled to him, "HEY! GUY WITH THE OVERSIZED EARS! Do you have Cherry Pie, by Warrant?"
The DJ looked at her weird and answered, "Yeah."
"Good, then play it, or I'll sue you." She said, pointing to him and twirling her finger in his face. She stumbled down the stairs, laughing with Chris close behind her. They go to the dance floor and Staley tripped on some guy's foot, falling into Chris' arms. She looked up at him, they were nose to nose. She smiled and whispered, "You got something in your teeth."
He stood her up and began brushing his teeth with his finger, furiously. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and walked him out further into the dance floor.
Then, some random guy came up and asked her to dance. He grabbed Chris by the arm and moved him away from Staley.
"Out of my way, little man." He growled.
"Hey, you know who you remind me of?" Staley asked the large man standing in front of her.
"Who?" he asked.
"Albert, you know that big fat wrestler with the piercings." She replied. That's when Chris walked up.
"Hey, that's funny. I've beaten Albert in a match before. I wonder how much different this will be?" Chris punched the guy square in the nose then did a baseball slide, tripping him onto the people behind him. Soon, the guy was up again and about to hit Chris, but he ducked and drop kicked him. Chris climbed onto the DJ's platform and did a lionsault to the giant man lying on the floor in pain. He walked up next to Staley and wiped a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face away. He spit on the guy and said,
"I thought not." He turned to Staley and took her hand, "Come on, we better go, before a security guard finds out." They walked out to the front and hopped into Chris' car. They drove to Staley's house, where Chris walked her to her door.
"I know this is the part where I'm supposed to say I had a great time tonight. So... I had a great time tonight, Chris!" Staley said happily. Chris laughed and leaned his shoulder against the door frame trying to look "suave".
"This is also the time where I get the good night kiss." He said smoothly.
"Not exactly, good night, Chris." Staley replied. She kissed him on the cheek and shut the door in his face. He got up off the door frame and kicked it.
"Damnit." He mumbled. He walked down to his car and jumped in. He took one last look at her house, revved up the engine of his car, and sped down her street, running over a cat in the process.
*THE NEXT MORINING*
Staley woke up in her king size bed with the worst hang over EVER! She held her head and kicked at the sheets on her bed. She groaned in pain as she attempted to get out of bed. She got one foot on the carpet, but then tripped forward, landing in her face, as she tried to put the other foot down.
"Ow." She mumbled into the carpet. She slowly lifted herself to her feet and began dragging herself to her bathroom. She fell into the bathroom and gripped to the edge of the sink for dear life to hold herself up. She looked into the mirror and almost died. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were red, she was wearing the same clothes as last night, and she had a bruise on her forehead from falling in the airport the other day. She fell to her knees in front of the toilet and up chucked everything she had eaten in the last week. She fell back onto the cold tile floor and slapped her hand across her head. She moaned as she turned onto her side and eventually stood up. She made her way back into her bedroom and got changed into grey sweatpants and an oversized black t-shirt that had the WWE logo on it. She put her hair up and stumbled down into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.
She sat in front of the table, sipping at the giant cup of black coffee she had made for herself. She let her head hit against the table top and she stared at the light brown wood grain from about a half an inch away. Suddenly, the phone began ringing.
"Damnit." She mumbled. She stood up and slowly walked to the phone. She picked up the receiver and pressed it against her ear.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Staley?" asked the voice on the other end. She couldn't hold herself up any longer, so she dropped to the floor and leaned against the wall.
"Yeah?" she grumbled, moving her hair out of her face.
"It's Chris." He said. Suddenly, everything got a little bit brighter. Her head cocked up and her eyes opened up.
"Chris!" She exclaimed. She held the phone tighter and waited to hear what he had to say, "Why are you calling me so early?"
"Early?" he asked.
"Wait, what time is it?" She asked. She reached up and pulled down a small clock from the coffee table standing next to her. She looked at it with wide eyes.
"It's 1 in the afternoon." He replied.
"Holy crap! It's 1 in the afternoon!" She yelled. He laughed faintly in the background.
"Yeah, it is! Is everything ok?" he asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Right, of course, everything's fine. I'm fine. Everything's ok." She answered, taking a deep breath.
"I don't think so, you sound worried." He said.
"No, really I'm fine. I've never slept this late, even when I get really wasted." She said.
"You got really wasted?" he asked.
"Yeah, I have the worst hang over ever. Did you?" she asked.
"Sorta, but I didn't get that bad. Are you gonna be ok? Should I go over there and keep you company?" he asked with even more concern, this time it was very noticeable.
"It's ok, Chris, I'll be fine. Stay where you are, I'm ok." She reassured him.
"All right, whatever you say. Now, the reason I called was I wanted to invite you to a WWE taping tomorrow night. You can go backstage with me and everything. Or if you'd rather be in the crowd, I got tickets for front row center? It's VIP?" He offered. Staley was speechless. Her jaw dropped.
"Raw?" she asked, being those were the only words she could muster up.
"Yeah, Raw." He answered. She squealed with delight.
"HELL YEAH!" She yelled. Chris laughed and her response.
"Soooo, you'll go?" He asked.
"Of course!" she answered. He smiled. She was beaming. She couldn't believe it. She was going to be at a Raw taping! WITH CHRIS!
"All right, I'll have the limo pick you up at 7. It'll be at the Staples Center. Oh, and don't worry, you can dress casual." He explained. Now there was a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Ok, I guess I'll see you there!" She squeaked. She hung up the phone and jumped in the air with excitement. She couldn't believe she was going to be escorted to a Raw taping by the hot blonde wrestler, Chris Jericho, or as he is known as to her, Chris Irvine.
*LATER*
Staley went digging through her clothes trying to find something to wear to RAW IS WAR. She had completely forgotten about her hang over and was losing her mind trying to find ANYTHING to wear. Her closet was a wreck. Everything that was once neat and orderly inside was thrown all over her room. She sat back on her bed and blew out a breath of frustration. She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked around at all the crap strewn around her room. She reached over and picked up the phone, quickly punching the phone number. After 3 rings, someone picked up.
"Paige?" Staley asked.
"Yeah." She answered.
"I have a fashion crisis."
*20 MINUTES LATER*
There was a loud knocking at Staley's door, and she rushed down to answer it. She pulled open the door to find Paige standing at her door step with a worried look on her face.
"Don't worry, Staley," She said as she stepped into the house, "everything's going to be fine. Worst comes to worst, we'll go shopping and buy you a whole new wardrobe!"
"O.k." she mumbled. She and Paige walked up stairs to her room. Paige took off her signature Gucci sunglasses off and looked around her room with wide eyes. She shook her head in disgust and led Staley to her bed. She made her sit down and she stood in front of her. She looked around the room one more time before saying,
"We DEFFINITLEY need to go shopping."