This chapter is a bit...hmmm, mature. I don't even know where I got the
idea for it. So yeah...no flames, please.
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~The Next Week~
Trish scanned the arena's hallway as she slipped into the room. Flipping the switch, she looked around and noticed her accomplice was late, for once. She sauntered over to the leather chair and sat, waiting patiently for her partner-in-crime.
~MEANWHILE~
"So what'd you end up doing Saturday?" Paul asked, running his hand down Nora's arm.
"Not much, just did a little midnight sight-seeing. How did the show go?" She asked. Something caught her eye and she looked directly behind Paul, seeing Dwayne standing outside the men's locker room. He signaled for her to come, but Paul's reply took hold of her attention.
"Not bad. I think I might've fractured my knee to I have to pay the trainer a visit."
"Aww, I'm sorry about that. Does it hurt?" Nora asked, glancing down at his knees. The left one seemed a bit bruised and a purple tint took over his skin.
"Only if I hit it against something. It hurts to stand too, kind of. I'll head to the trainer's now. See you in a little bit?" He asked, pointing to the trainer's room.
"Yeah, I'll see you at the end of the show." She then hesitated a bit but leaned up and kissed his cheek, feeling a bit awkward about it.
He smiled and waved, heading down the hall and disappearing.
"Nora!" A voice whispered. She turned to see Dwayne was still standing outside the men's locker room and still was signaling for her to come. She held back her scoff and walked over to him. He opened the door, "Go in."
She snapped a look at him, "Why?! Who is in there?"
"No one! Just go." He instructed, placing a hand on her back and letting her in first.
She turned to him as he shut the door, "What's wrong?"
"I'm not going to kill myself over this until you call me around. Where are we?" He asked, clasping his hands together.
Nora looked around, "We're in the locker room, Dwayne."
"I don't mean that. I mean us. Are we friends or really close friends or..." his voice drifted off, not wanting to say the last possibility.
Nora sighed, "We're friends, Dwayne. Neither of us can have it any other way."
With that, she walked out.
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"It's about time!" Trish said, rolling her eyes as her partner stepped in.
"Sorry, I just got here," He lied, sitting on the couch. She came to him and sat in his lap, wrapping her arm around the back of his neck, "I can't stay mad at you, Silly." She said, running her finger along his lips.
"Got anything for me today?" He asked, adjusting his seating position to hold her weight.
"Yes. And since it may be a bit extreme, I want you to know in advance that your payment is doubled," She smirked.
"Sounds good. What is this 'extreme' scam?"
She leaned into his ear and whispered the plan. He chuckled at her plot and she pulled away, "Think you can handle that?"
"Of course I can. Don't worry about a thing. In the end, you'll get what you want, and I'll get what I need." He said as he set her next to him to get up.
"Wait!" Trish said, holding his arm, "How do we get him there?"
Her accomplice thought for a moment, "Talk to him. Tell him she'll be there. I'll take care of the rest."
**
As soon as she saw him, she bumped into him and pretended it was an accident, "Dwayne, hi."
He glared at her, "What now, Trish?"
"What's with you? Bad day or something?" She asked, as if he'd never treated her like that before, "I don't need to tell you what I was going to, but I just thought you'd like to know. It's about Nora, anyway."
"What about Nora?" He asked, suddenly interested. Thoughts of Paul rushed through his mind. Had his suspicions come true?
"Well, seeing as how she's won you, over me, I wanted you to know I know where you 2 can kind of...catch up. She'll be at that one popular club. You know? Di-Vine?"
Dwayne nodded, already thinking out the way to get there. "Thanks," he replied as he walked off.
**
Dwayne looked around the club, searching for Nora. At last, she'd be alone, away from Paul. Or so he thought.
"Dwayne!" A voice called. He looked around and spotted Paul, near the bar, carrying 2 glasses of some kind of alcohol, "Come 'ere!"
The 2 headed to a table, near the wall of the club and sat. Paul slid a glass to his friend and took a sip of his own, "What brings you here?"
Dwayne ignored him and looked around the club some more. People flooded the dance floor and bartenders ran around, behind the bar, in frenzy. He'd never seen a club so hectic. He suddenly felt a hard nudge and turned to face Paul, "What?"
"What brings you here?" He repeated.
Dwayne shrugged off thoughts of Nora, figuring she'd be there soon, and replied, "Just needed to get out. Um, how are you and Nora doing?"
Paul raised an eyebrow at him and said, "We're fine."
Dwayne somehow doubted that and then asked, "How's Nora?"
Paul glared at him, "WE'RE fine. What, not convincing enough? Calm down, Dwayne. She's in good hands." An evil smirk spread across his face as he took another drink.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, I take that back then. What I meant was she WILL be in good hands."
Dwayne's eyes narrowed and he grabbed the collar of Paul's shirt. Making a fist, he pulled back to punch him, "Don't you fucking touch her, you hear me?!"
Before he could bash his knuckles into Paul's teeth, a hand grabbed his arm and a soft, yet angry, voice shouted, "Dwayne!"
He turned and put down his "weapon" when he saw Nora, standing behind him, "What the hell are you doing?"
Paul slapped Dwayne's arm away from him and adjusted his attire, "Come on, Nora. Let's get away from him. He obviously has a lot of thinking to do." He took her hand and led her to the bar. She looked back at her friend, angrily, a bit curious about why he tried to attack Paul.
"Are you okay?" She asked, sitting up on a stool. Paul sat next to her, "I'm fine," he turned to the bartender, "2 shots."
Nora chuckled a bit, "I've never had those."
"You're in for a treat. But you have to drink it fast," he explained as he took one of the small shot glasses. Nora took the other and stared at the alcohol inside it in disgust, "Are you sure we're supposed to drink it?"
He laughed at her, "Of course! Ready?" He brought the glass to his lip and threw his head back, shooting the beverage into his mouth and swallowing hard and fast to avoid the taste, "Bleh. Try it."
Nora smiled a bit but after drinking it, she coughed, "God, that's awful!"
"You think so?" Paul asked, watching her desperately try to get the glass away from her.
Nora patted her chest, as she coughed, trying to forget the flavor. The alcohol seemed to be burning her throat and killing her taste buds. "Jesus," Paul muttered, "I was afraid that would happen. Come on, Nor. To the hotel...!" He helped her off the stool and led her out of the club.
**
"Note to self - don't give shots to you ever again," Paul joked as he leaned against the outside wall of the bathroom. He could hear faint vomiting noises from inside and then the flush. Nora came out, holding her stomach, "Good note."
They sat on the bed and Paul held her close, "You might be a bit hung over tomorrow morning, but it'll pass."
"Thanks for taking care of me," she whispered, finally smiling. He kissed her forehead, "No problem."
Feeling a headache coming on, she lay on the bed, setting 2 pillows underneath her head. Paul crept to the other side of the bed and crawled on. He smiled while watching her fall asleep. When he was sure that she was out, his hand slowly made his way toward the top button of her shirt.
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~The Next Week~
Trish scanned the arena's hallway as she slipped into the room. Flipping the switch, she looked around and noticed her accomplice was late, for once. She sauntered over to the leather chair and sat, waiting patiently for her partner-in-crime.
~MEANWHILE~
"So what'd you end up doing Saturday?" Paul asked, running his hand down Nora's arm.
"Not much, just did a little midnight sight-seeing. How did the show go?" She asked. Something caught her eye and she looked directly behind Paul, seeing Dwayne standing outside the men's locker room. He signaled for her to come, but Paul's reply took hold of her attention.
"Not bad. I think I might've fractured my knee to I have to pay the trainer a visit."
"Aww, I'm sorry about that. Does it hurt?" Nora asked, glancing down at his knees. The left one seemed a bit bruised and a purple tint took over his skin.
"Only if I hit it against something. It hurts to stand too, kind of. I'll head to the trainer's now. See you in a little bit?" He asked, pointing to the trainer's room.
"Yeah, I'll see you at the end of the show." She then hesitated a bit but leaned up and kissed his cheek, feeling a bit awkward about it.
He smiled and waved, heading down the hall and disappearing.
"Nora!" A voice whispered. She turned to see Dwayne was still standing outside the men's locker room and still was signaling for her to come. She held back her scoff and walked over to him. He opened the door, "Go in."
She snapped a look at him, "Why?! Who is in there?"
"No one! Just go." He instructed, placing a hand on her back and letting her in first.
She turned to him as he shut the door, "What's wrong?"
"I'm not going to kill myself over this until you call me around. Where are we?" He asked, clasping his hands together.
Nora looked around, "We're in the locker room, Dwayne."
"I don't mean that. I mean us. Are we friends or really close friends or..." his voice drifted off, not wanting to say the last possibility.
Nora sighed, "We're friends, Dwayne. Neither of us can have it any other way."
With that, she walked out.
~
"It's about time!" Trish said, rolling her eyes as her partner stepped in.
"Sorry, I just got here," He lied, sitting on the couch. She came to him and sat in his lap, wrapping her arm around the back of his neck, "I can't stay mad at you, Silly." She said, running her finger along his lips.
"Got anything for me today?" He asked, adjusting his seating position to hold her weight.
"Yes. And since it may be a bit extreme, I want you to know in advance that your payment is doubled," She smirked.
"Sounds good. What is this 'extreme' scam?"
She leaned into his ear and whispered the plan. He chuckled at her plot and she pulled away, "Think you can handle that?"
"Of course I can. Don't worry about a thing. In the end, you'll get what you want, and I'll get what I need." He said as he set her next to him to get up.
"Wait!" Trish said, holding his arm, "How do we get him there?"
Her accomplice thought for a moment, "Talk to him. Tell him she'll be there. I'll take care of the rest."
**
As soon as she saw him, she bumped into him and pretended it was an accident, "Dwayne, hi."
He glared at her, "What now, Trish?"
"What's with you? Bad day or something?" She asked, as if he'd never treated her like that before, "I don't need to tell you what I was going to, but I just thought you'd like to know. It's about Nora, anyway."
"What about Nora?" He asked, suddenly interested. Thoughts of Paul rushed through his mind. Had his suspicions come true?
"Well, seeing as how she's won you, over me, I wanted you to know I know where you 2 can kind of...catch up. She'll be at that one popular club. You know? Di-Vine?"
Dwayne nodded, already thinking out the way to get there. "Thanks," he replied as he walked off.
**
Dwayne looked around the club, searching for Nora. At last, she'd be alone, away from Paul. Or so he thought.
"Dwayne!" A voice called. He looked around and spotted Paul, near the bar, carrying 2 glasses of some kind of alcohol, "Come 'ere!"
The 2 headed to a table, near the wall of the club and sat. Paul slid a glass to his friend and took a sip of his own, "What brings you here?"
Dwayne ignored him and looked around the club some more. People flooded the dance floor and bartenders ran around, behind the bar, in frenzy. He'd never seen a club so hectic. He suddenly felt a hard nudge and turned to face Paul, "What?"
"What brings you here?" He repeated.
Dwayne shrugged off thoughts of Nora, figuring she'd be there soon, and replied, "Just needed to get out. Um, how are you and Nora doing?"
Paul raised an eyebrow at him and said, "We're fine."
Dwayne somehow doubted that and then asked, "How's Nora?"
Paul glared at him, "WE'RE fine. What, not convincing enough? Calm down, Dwayne. She's in good hands." An evil smirk spread across his face as he took another drink.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, I take that back then. What I meant was she WILL be in good hands."
Dwayne's eyes narrowed and he grabbed the collar of Paul's shirt. Making a fist, he pulled back to punch him, "Don't you fucking touch her, you hear me?!"
Before he could bash his knuckles into Paul's teeth, a hand grabbed his arm and a soft, yet angry, voice shouted, "Dwayne!"
He turned and put down his "weapon" when he saw Nora, standing behind him, "What the hell are you doing?"
Paul slapped Dwayne's arm away from him and adjusted his attire, "Come on, Nora. Let's get away from him. He obviously has a lot of thinking to do." He took her hand and led her to the bar. She looked back at her friend, angrily, a bit curious about why he tried to attack Paul.
"Are you okay?" She asked, sitting up on a stool. Paul sat next to her, "I'm fine," he turned to the bartender, "2 shots."
Nora chuckled a bit, "I've never had those."
"You're in for a treat. But you have to drink it fast," he explained as he took one of the small shot glasses. Nora took the other and stared at the alcohol inside it in disgust, "Are you sure we're supposed to drink it?"
He laughed at her, "Of course! Ready?" He brought the glass to his lip and threw his head back, shooting the beverage into his mouth and swallowing hard and fast to avoid the taste, "Bleh. Try it."
Nora smiled a bit but after drinking it, she coughed, "God, that's awful!"
"You think so?" Paul asked, watching her desperately try to get the glass away from her.
Nora patted her chest, as she coughed, trying to forget the flavor. The alcohol seemed to be burning her throat and killing her taste buds. "Jesus," Paul muttered, "I was afraid that would happen. Come on, Nor. To the hotel...!" He helped her off the stool and led her out of the club.
**
"Note to self - don't give shots to you ever again," Paul joked as he leaned against the outside wall of the bathroom. He could hear faint vomiting noises from inside and then the flush. Nora came out, holding her stomach, "Good note."
They sat on the bed and Paul held her close, "You might be a bit hung over tomorrow morning, but it'll pass."
"Thanks for taking care of me," she whispered, finally smiling. He kissed her forehead, "No problem."
Feeling a headache coming on, she lay on the bed, setting 2 pillows underneath her head. Paul crept to the other side of the bed and crawled on. He smiled while watching her fall asleep. When he was sure that she was out, his hand slowly made his way toward the top button of her shirt.
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