*Chapter Twenty Six – "Damn Kids, They Keep Getting Weirder and Weirder…"*
Stacy Keibler winced in pain as she adjusted to the harsh light streaming in through the shimmery golden curtains. She was in bed with the Rock, she noticed, and her neck was stiff as hell. Must've been how I slept last night, she thought, trying to move as slowly as possible and not wake her boyfriend up in the process. Stacy sat up slowly, wincing in pain and fatigue, and her eyes darted to the calendar next to the king-size bed. It's October 12, she thought. That means I'll be 21 in two more days. Shit. Stacy sighed. Normally, anyone would be excited to turn 21, but not Stacy Keibler – she was not much for drinking or partying…in fact, she tried to avoid it as much as possible. I did most of my partying in high school, Stacy thought to herself as she heard the Rock snore softly. I wonder how I'm still popular if I don't party like everyone else does here? That's confusing the hell out of me. She stretched her leg and winced in pain. Stacy was still battling the remnants of her flu, and even moving around slightly still hurt her. I guess that means I need more sleep, she thought as she slowly fell back onto the warm, golden-colored bed. And I'm definitely talking to Rocky about changing his color scheme…but I'll have to do that later. She sighed and closed her eyes. I hope to hell that everyone is okay from last night, but then again, I'm glad I wasn't around to take part in anything. I'm sure I'll hear about everything later on. And with that thought, she fell back asleep.
A few houses away, Trish Stratus and Tommy Dreamer were in the living room, cuddled up on the couch with a red blanket over them. Earlier in the night, Tommy, Faarooq, Bradshaw, Funaki, Tajiri, and Stone Cold were able to drag various people from the Rock's to Tommy's place. The main reason was to stop the orgy from going too far – and everyone had agreed with Stone Cold that making out with your cousin was doing just that. The living room of Tommy Dreamer was scattered with sleeping people everywhere. Rob Van Dam was on the floor near Tommy and Trish, covered by a dark blue sleeping bag, while Dave Batista was buried under a mound of orange and green blankets. Dawn Marie was passed out on the other couch, while Billy Kidman and Hurricane were keeping Lilian Garcia warm on the floor nearby. Chris Jericho was in the corner of the room near the kitchen, buried under a purple comforter, and Victoria was on a mattress next to him. Raven was near the steps, hidden from view by a blue and red checkered blanket, and Shannon Moore and Edge were both covered with black blankets near him. In the kitchen was Faarooq, sleeping under the table with a green blanket and a huge black pillow, ultimately too tired to even make it back to his own room.
Trish opened one eye and realized where she was – ah, Tommy's place, that's right, she thought. She smiled to herself as Tommy's arm gripped her tighter, as if to prevent her from falling onto Rob Van Dam. I guess Tommy's having a good dream. I know I did. She looked at the dull gray ceiling and wondered why Tommy liked her so much. Is it because he heard that I'm good in bed? Because I'm a free spirit? Because I'm a rebel? Or because I'm me? Trish sighed, and Tommy mumbled something that sounded like it was from a porno movie. Trish giggled. I guess he's having a very good dream, then. She kissed him quietly on the lips and thought, I wonder whatever happened between Lita and Matt? I'll have to find out later for sure…she doesn't seem like herself lately, and it's been bugging the hell out of me. She looked over at Chris Jericho, who was snoring loudly. I wonder if Jericho knows anything? Damn, all these people to talk to this weekend, she thought. Trish then looked around at everyone else sleeping in the living room and giggled. Man, what a weird mix of people, she thought as she shook her head silently. I still don't understand how Tommy, Stone Cold, Faarooq, and the boys were able to get them all in here, while they were all drunk off of their asses – she smiled at Hurricane – well, except Shane. He's a smart one. She heard someone beginning to stir, and her brown eyes darted over to see Billy Kidman wriggling around.
"Trish? What am I doing here? Why aren't we at the Rock's?" he whispered, noticing Lilian cuddled in his arms. Hurricane had his back to her and was snoring softly. Shit, Kidman thought in shock, did my roommate and I just have a threesome with a cheerleader? And I didn't even remember the experience? Whoa!
Trish laughed softly and said, "Well, everyone was wasted off of their asses, so it took Tommy and the rest of the guys to get you over here. Some people were getting a bit too comfortable with each other so we tried to separate everyone." Kidman winced. Ouch, hangover, he thought as he closed his eyes.
"There wasn't an…orgy of sorts last night, was there? I mean, I didn't have a threesome with these two, did I?" he whispered nervously.
Trish eyed him, as well as Lilian and Hurricane, and giggled. "Do you really want to know?" Kidman was about to scream when Trish said, "You have nothing to worry about…but yes, there was an orgy of sorts. You three didn't take part in it, and I commend you for it. As for some other people…" Trish shook her head. I can't let them know about Torrie making out with Shannon, she thought, wrinkling her brow. They're cousins, man. If that gets around school, I'd be so dead.
Kidman coughed, making Lilian wake up. "Oh hey Billy…why the hell am I sleeping with you…and…Shane?"
Kidman laughed nervously. "Ask Trish, because she obviously knows way more than me at this point."
Lilian looked over at Trish and said with a tinge of annoyance, "So yeah, what's going on?"
Trish muttered, "How about we wait a little while and wait until everyone wakes up? Then we'll let you know what went down." Lilian nodded slowly. Damn, this Billy guy is a good pillow, she thought, leaning back into him and falling back asleep. Trish sighed and looked at Tommy. Out like a light. Fucking amazing, she thought as she kissed him on the lips again. If things are weird here, I'm afraid to see what is going on over at the Rock's…
(Back at the Rock's, er, Kevin's…)
Lita opened her eyes and had no idea where she was. Am I dead? No wait, that wouldn't be a good thing, she thought in confusion. But still, my eyes are blurry as hell and I can't even see a thing! Just then, she caught a glimpse of Matt Hardy next to her. She smirked. Damn, I've slept with him twice already, without actually sleeping with him. She propped her elbow up on a pillow and watched Matt's chest rise up and down. I feel bad, she thought sadly. Why does he give a damn about me when I can hardly give a damn about myself? I don't want him to worry about me. Lita reached out to him cautiously and put a finger to his lips. Really, Matt. I'm fine. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. Okay, maybe I'm not, but still, I'm lonely and I don't understand how anyone could want me. She thought back to her last boyfriend – Raven – and how much fun they had together. Yeah, and then things just went bad between us for some odd reason. He said the fire between us had died. Oh yeah, how poetic he was. Damn you Lita, and your attraction to tortured soul types. Lita sniffed, trying to keep the tears from falling. I think I'm just gonna leave you alone, Matt. I'm not worth it. You really don't want to be with me. She sank onto the pillow and started to sob.
Matt woke up as soon as he heard the sniffles of Lita. He sighed softly and thought, I really hate seeing you like this. Maybe if I pretend to stay asleep, I can understand what's going on then. Lita cried suddenly, "Why does everyone hate me? All I wanted to do was go to school and get the fuck out of PA, that's all!" She sobbed louder. "Goddamnit, someone make the pain go away…" Matt opened his eyes in concern. Shit, I guess her problem is more complicated than I thought. Well, I'm in this one for the long haul. I can't see her like this, he thought as he rolled to the other side so he was facing her. She was sobbing into the pillow, her bright red hair in knots and basically, a crumpled mess.
Without a word, Matt stroked her hair lightly. "Shh…I'm here, Lita. I'm here." Matt whispered, his eyes never leaving her. Oh, that voice, it kills me so, Lita thought as more tears came out of her eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered, her face buried in the oversized black pillow.
Matt sighed and said shakily, "Because I want to." I cannot let her know how I feel about her, at least not yet, he reasoned.
"Well you don't need to worry about me." Lita muttered, lifting her head from the pillow. Matt gazed at her – her silver glitter eye shadow was faded, her black mascara was smudged on her cheeks, and her lips were surprisingly pale. God, she's an angel, he thought, looking away. Lita blinked and continued, "And why do you care, Matt? I'm nothing, really." She looked to the floor, which was strewn with Playboy magazines and smirked. "I think I'm gonna get going, actually. I'm gonna find Trish and Jackie and head back to the – " Matt cut her off by gripping her waist and slamming her back to the bed. She gave him a mean look, her eyes darkening. "What the fuck was that for?"
Matt narrowed his eyes. "You're not going anywhere. Not until you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you!"
Lita tried to fight Matt's grip around her waist and whined, "No, I don't have to tell you anything, Matt Hardy." She scoffed and flipped a piece of hair out of her eyes. "Besides, I hardly even know you…and you hardly know me." Matt winced painfully and thought, she's right on that. "And if this is just an effort to get me to fuck you, it's not working!" Matt growled and pulled her closer, and she wriggled in his grip. Oh God, I knew it, Lita thought in fear, I knew all he wanted was to get some!
"Lita, look at me." Matt whispered, his voice floating through Lita's mind. She kept struggling in his grip and tried to push him away. "Lita." Matt said more sternly. "Look at me!" Damn she is a stubborn one. I'm gonna have to teach her that not all guys are out to get some, he thought as he tried to figure out what to do. Lita still wouldn't look at him. Alright, time for drastic measures. God, please don't let me regret this. Please…help me get through to her…somehow…, Matt thought as he tightened his grip on her. Lita looked at him in fear. He leaned his forehead on hers and gazed into her hazel eyes, which were a mix of fear, confusion, and sadness. What is he gonna do to me? What did I do to deserve this?, Lita thought as Matt pulled her closer to him, never loosening his grip. "Tell me what is going on in that pretty red head of yours. Come on, you can trust me." Matt whispered, making Lita feel lightheaded.
She sniffled, trying to keep the tears from coming back. "Matt, I can't do that…it's too hard…too hard to trust people."
He ran his fingers down her cheek slowly and whispered, "It's only as hard as you make it to be." With a yell, she pushed him away, ran to the bathroom across the hall, and slammed the door. Matt rubbed his forehead and said, "Yep, I definitely gotta try harder."
Bubba Ray Dudley shook his head at the sight that lay before him – Torrie, Nidia, Linda, Jackie, and Steph surrounded Shawn Michaels and Triple H. Their bitches, he laughed to himself as he scanned the living room some more. Jeff Hardy, with his green and blue hair tangled in knots, had the couch to himself, and Kane was passed out on the recliner. Everyone else that was there had pretty much left during the Truth or Dare Game or before things got way out of hand. Good thing they did, Bubba Ray thought as he rubbed his side, because I would've had no idea how to handle them all. It was hard enough trying to restrain Shawn, Trips, Torrie, Steph, and that Jackie girl. He had a bad feeling about Jackie for some odd reason. I don't know why, but I think she's just out to get the Rock or Shane into bed, but otherwise than that, I'm okay with her, he thought as he saw Jeff Hardy slowly waking up.
"Hey kiddo." Bubba Ray offered, amused at the weird look Jeff had on his face.
"I swear I had the most fucked up dream, man," Jeff drawled, trying to face Bubba Ray, "and everything made no sense, like it was a huge colorful orgy or something…all the colors were bouncing…BOUNCING!!…" Bubba Ray tried not to burst into laughter. He still sounds drunk off his ass. I remember Matt telling me that it happens to Jeff sometimes. Jeff was finally able to face Bubba Ray, but in the process, he had to lie on his stomach, and that caused him to groan in pain. "Shit, I was really fucked, wasn't I?" Jeff asked, trying to reach for some leftover Mike's Hard Lemonade on the table. Bubba Ray's eyes went wide and he took it away before Jeff could drink it. "Heyyyyyy, I wannted thaaaaaaaaat!"
Bubba Ray shook his head. "No, Jeffy. Go back to sleep."
Jeff whined. "But Bubbaaaaaa, I wasn't done drinking from the huge box of carnal knowledge…" Yep, he's still gone, Bubba Ray thought as he shook his head. He had dealt with so many drunken people at his house in the past few years that he knew how to deal with any situation.
"Jeff, I'm telling you…go back to sleep."
"But – "
"Jeff, DO IT." With a groan, he did just that. "Damn kids," Bubba Ray muttered as he headed back into the kitchen, "they keep getting weirder and weirder."
(A few days later…October 14, to be exact…)
"You ready to go, Stace?" Torrie asked Stacy, who nodded hesitantly. It was the day that Stacy Keibler officially turned 21, and she really wasn't looking forward to it. I wish Rocky could be there, she thought as she picked up her pale purple purse. Nidia looked up from the one computer in the corner of the living room. The other roommate, Chyna, was still asleep in her room.
"You two be careful." Nidia giggled as someone IMed her.
Torrie nodded. "I'll keep an eye on her. We probably won't be back for a while, if we even come back at all."
Nidia nodded. "Okay. Have fun."
Stacy smiled nervously. "I'll try." Torrie punched Stacy in the arm and they left the apartment.
****
Meanwhile, in the library, Jackie Gayda and Linda Miles were busy trying to study for their psychology test. "This stuff is so boring." Jackie hissed, flipping her blonde hair back.
Linda turned to her and muttered, "Yes, but you want to pass the test, now, don't you?" Jackie shrugged. What's the point of it if I can't have the Rock?, she thought. Maybe I should just concentrate on Shane McMahon instead. The Rock and Stacy got way too serious way too fast for my taste. Linda groaned – Jackie had a faraway look on her face, and that meant she was either thinking of the Rock or Shane. "Girl, seriously, you need to get over both of them – and fast, because there are other guys up here besides them. And you need to concentrate on your grades and your cheerleading now, too." Linda said in an annoyed tone.
Jackie pouted. "But I always get what I want." Linda shook her head.
"Not this time." Jackie rolled her eyes and went back to attempting to study.
About 20 minutes later, the two of them were interrupted by the loud thump of a few books across the table. Jackie and Linda looked at each other in confusion, and then at the two men that were sitting across from them. One was a bit taller than the other one, and they both had dark brown hair and eyes. Jackie nudged Linda in an effort to make her say something impressive.
"Ummm…hi?" Linda managed to get out. Jackie sniffed. Could've done way better than that, she thought as she rested her eyes on the taller of the two.
"We've seen you two around," the shorter one said to them.
Jackie smirked. "Well, we are on the cheerleading squad."
The taller one held out his hand. "I'm Randy Orton. And this is Steven Richards. And you two are?"
Linda shook his hand and replied, "Linda Miles and Jackie Gayda."
"Nice to meet you two. What year are you in?" Steven asked, sitting down at that table with Randy.
Jackie shrugged. "Freshmen."
Linda nodded. "Yeah, we suck."
Randy laughed. "We're freshmen too, don't feel bad. We're on the soccer team."
Linda raised her eyebrow. "Oh so you're trying to get with us just because we're cheerleaders, then?"
Steven shook his head. "No, man, we're just trying to get to know as many people as possible, that's all."
"Yeah, but we're trying to study." Linda added, pointing to her notebook.
Steven and Randy shrugged. "Who is it for, Snow? He's easy. We'll help you." Jackie shook her head. I bet Linda planned on this to get my mind off of Shane and the Rock, she thought. I'm sure she means well, but still…I'll do it on my own.
****
At South Hall, Jackie's roommates Trish and Lita were talking about nothing in particular – until the subjects of Matt and Tommy were brought up. "So what's with you and Tommy?" Lita asked Trish, who was trying to do some homework on her desk.
Trish put down her red pen and said, "I'm not really sure. I mean, all we did was cuddle on the couch. Nothing else."
Lita smirked. "If you didn't have all those people in the room with you, then I'm sure you would've done more than that."
Trish giggled. "Not really. I'm not sure what's going through his head, so I'm not even bothering to move forward as fast."
Lita flipped her hair out of her face and said, "Well I hope things work out for you two."
Trish nodded. "Thanks, and what about you and Matt?"
Lita sighed painfully. That's not a good sign, Trish thought worriedly. "Well, I kinda flipped out on him."
Trish got up and yelled, "For what?! He's one of the sweetest guys I know up here. What is wrong with you, Lita?" Lita started to sniff. Shit, Trish, quit making me feel so bad, she thought as she buried her head in her pillow. Trish looked up at Lita on top bunk and said, "Come on, a roommate needs to know these things. Don't cry and get all pissy at me."
Lita looked at Trish, with tears running down her face. "He was getting too close to me and I got scared. I think I'm just going to leave him alone and find someone else. He doesn't deserve me. No one does."
Trish crossed her arms over her red shiny shirt. "I'm not buying it. I want you to explain everything." Lita groaned. She only means well, she thought.
A half hour later, Lita was extremely depressed and Trish was in shock. "I can't believe you feel that way about yourself. Here I thought things were okay at home. I guess not."
Lita nodded slowly. "Yeah, Cory is turning into an alcoholic, and he's only 17. I wouldn't be surprised if I turn into one shortly. And my mom, I guess she's on the verge of a breakdown because of all the bills and credit cards piling up. And I feel so helpless because I'm here and I could be doing something to make things better."
Trish shook her head. "It's not your fault. You can't help the fact that you're poor and your family barely gets by, but you can help how you react and deal with it."
Lita started to cry again. "But damnit, I feel absolutely worthless, like it is all my fault for wanting to go away to school and trying to make something of myself. Every time I get a phone call from home, I dread to hear what is next. I'm just waiting for the day I get a phone call about my mom having a stroke or my brother ending up killing himself."
Trish reached for Lita's hand and took it. Wow, she does have issues, she thought sadly. I need to be a better friend to her then. "Lita, listen to me. It is not your fault. I want – no wait, make that need – you to remember that, okay? "
Lita nodded. "Thanks Trish."
Trish smiled. "No problem. I'm gonna see if we can go somewhere later to get your mind off of things, okay?" Lita just nodded. I need to find Jericho, Trish thought as she thumbed through her campus phone book. He can be my Matt spy, and I can be his Lita spy. And with that thought, she found his room extension and dialed.
"Hey, someone get the phone before it wakes 'Taker up and he kills us all!" Matt Hardy yelled from his room. After a minute, he realized that he was the only one awake in the apartment that was awake, so he reluctantly got out of his bed and raced to the kitchen to answer it. "Hello?" Besides, he thought, who the hell would call at 12:30 in the afternoon, anyway?
Trish sighed on the other line. Shit, she thought, I need to watch what I say to Matt. And Lita isn't fully unconscious yet so that's another reason to watch what I say. Shit. "Hi Matt. I guess Jericho isn't around at all?"
Matt relaxed when he realized Trish was on the phone. "Hey Trish, Jericho is still sleeping. I could call his cell for you. That'd wake him up like that if it's really important. Can I help, though? What is it? What's going on?"
Trish winced at the number of questions Matt was throwing her. Well, he tends to do that, she thought as she leaned against the bathroom doorway. He is a good person, though. "Well, uh, you could just give me Jericho's number, then."
Matt nodded. "Okay, it's 610-535-6825."
Trish immediately put the number into her cell phone and told Matt, "Thanks. So what's been up with you lately? I saw that you were having fun Friday night…"
Matt coughed. "Yeah, well until Lita snapped on me the next morning. Is she alright? I mean, uh, do you know why she did that to me?" Trish took a deep breath. Sorry Matt, I can't tell you, she thought, putting her cell phone on the side of the sink.
"I'm sure she was just really hungover and bitchy and didn't mean to take it out on you. I wouldn't worry about it, Matt." Matt closed his eyes. Damnit, Trish, you weren't there. You have no idea what she said. I will find out what is up with Lita if it kills me, he thought.
"Yeah, I'm sure that might be it. But listen, I gotta get going to class, okay? Say hi to Lita and Shane for me."
Trish laughed. "Okay Matt, see you later." She hung up and muttered, "I know he doesn't believe me."
****
Raven, Hurricane, and Billy Kidman were on the floor above Lita and Trish's room, watching TV and basically slacking off. Dawn Marie and Victoria from downstairs on the first floor were also hanging out in their room. A rerun of Jerry Springer was on, and Kidman and Victoria were making fun of the people on there.
"Hey, you never told me the story of you and Lita." Hurricane told Raven.
"Yeah, we're curious." Dawn Marie added. "She seems pretty cool."
Raven smirked. "Yes, she is until you get on her bad side."
Kidman shut off the TV and said, "Gather 'round, kids, it's story time!"
"Yay! I like stories!" Victoria giggled, sitting next to Raven on his bed.
Raven sighed. "Alright, alright. I met her my first day of being on this campus, actually. That was two years ago, and all of you were still stuck in high school, ha, ha, ha."
"Ha." Kidman muttered.
"So I was trying to figure out where the hell my one writing composition class was, and Lita was right outside the cafeteria. So I figured I'd ask her because she looked like she knew where she was going. When I saw how pretty she was up close, I had to force myself to ask her if she knew her way around. I was literally drawn to her. As fate would have it, she was trying to find the exact same class. We started talking and what I got from her was that she was still living at home and commuting by bus to get her since she couldn't drive. Things at home were still good, and a few weeks later, I asked her out."
"Wow, that seemed like fate there….when she was looking for the exact same class as you." Dawn Marie told him. "That's cool though." Raven nodded and continued.
"She was very quiet and shy at first like I was her first boyfriend or something. Well, I know I wasn't but Lita did tell me that she didn't have much experience with relationships." Raven sighed. "To tell you all the truth, I didn't either, but I was willing to learn along with her. We were together for about 5 months or so, and we broke up because I was supposedly cheating on her with some girl I met at Subway down the road. The times we shared though, they were some of the happiest of my life. The picture you all saw of us was taken at a nature preserve not far from here. She always liked to explore and was really up for anything. I loved that about her and I still do."
Raven then got a sad look on his face and Victoria remarked, "Well then, why do you have that look on your face?"
Raven sighed. "Well, around the time of our breakup was when things at home started going bad for her. She doesn't plan ahead to be able to live. I admire her for putting up with the things she does, but everything is taking a void on her psyche as a result." Hurricane smirked. I am so telling Matt all of this. Maybe it will shed some light on what is up with Lita lately, he thought. That's what best friends are for, always digging for the dirt on their crushes.
****
(Later that night, at the Smackdown Café)
Rikishi, Shawn Michaels, Kevin Nash, Triple H, and Torrie had just dragged Stacy Keibler into the bar. She was pretty quiet and decided to stick with Torrie.
"Hmmm, what should her first legal drink be?" asked Triple H, who wanted a group consensus.
"I'd say a Jolly Rancher. That's easy on the stomach and we can just go strong later." Rikishi suggested.
"I say we make her do a Screaming Nazi shot." Kevin Nash added.
Shawn shook his head. "No, no, you got it all wrong. She needs an Alabama Slammer." Torrie groaned. Great, now all the guys are going to be fighting over what to get her, she thought in annoyance. Where's that Mick bartender guy? Torrie looked around for him and finally found him serving some men on the other side of the bar section. She got his attention and waved him over.
"Hey, Torrie, what do you and the guys want?" Mick Foley, the ever-popular bartender asked.
Torrie smiled deviously and motioned to Stacy, who was on her right. "Today's my best friend's 21st. I'm having trouble – well, the guys are –" she motioned to Rikishi, Kevin, Shawn, and Triple H.
Mick nodded. "I'll get her a Fuzzy Navel. She doesn't look like the hardcore drinking type that I see around a lot."
Torrie shook her head. "She's not." She looked over to Shawn. "Are you idiots done fight so you can order?"
Shawn nodded. "I'll have a Yuengling." He looked at Triple H, who was now arguing with Kevin. "Make that two."
Rikishi added, "I'll have a Rolling Rock and a Budweiser."
Shawn made a face. "Oh yeah, Kevin and Stone Cold can actually drink that shit. I sure in the hell can't."
Mick shrugged. "Different people have different tastes, Shawn. I'll ring you all up whenever I get back." With that, Mick Foley left, and Kevin and Triple H were still arguing. Stacy had kept quiet ever since she came in the door with everyone.
Shawn, who was on Stacy's right, nudged her and said, "You've been too damn quiet. You sure you're alright?"
Stacy fixed the strap of her light green shirt and sighed. "I'm just worried, that's all. I wish Rocky was here."
Shawn raised an eyebrow at Torrie, who was on Stacy's other side. "It's okay Stace, we won't let anything happen to you. Besides, I'm sure that if we did do something, the Rock would hurt us." Torrie scoffed. He won't hurt me, she thought as she saw a bartender on the way with her drink. He can't stand me, anyhow. The short, spiky haired bartender found Torrie and gave her a Fuzzy Navel. Shawn watched Stacy carefully. I guess those two aren't fighting as bad as they were, but I could be wrong. Stacy sighed and looked around in the bar. I never understood the big deal about drinking. I mean, so I'm a year older. So what? And besides, I'm still sick from last week, she thought.
Shawn put an arm on Stacy's shoulder and whispered, "You okay, kid? You really don't have to be here if you don't want to." Stacy looked at Shawn – he had a worried look on his face. Wow, he's really worried about me, Stacy thought as she was served her Fuzzy Navel. "It's your first official drink, Stacy. Enjoy it." Shawn told her. He looked over at Kevin and Triple H. Now they were talking with Rikishi about the state of sports. I guess I'm gonna have to stick with the women tonight, Shawn thought with a grin. Not that I mind, though.
About an hour and a half later, Stacy was buzzed, and Kevin and Triple H were completely wasted and in no state to drive. Rikishi, Torrie, and Shawn were the only ones who were sober. Rikishi was having a random conversation with a few people about politics. Torrie and Shawn were keeping an eye on Stacy and making sure that Kevin and Triple H were okay as well.
It's already 11, thought Stacy as she attempted to stand up. "Hey, I uh, need to go pee." She told Torrie. Torrie motioned to Shawn to help her get Stacy off the stool.
Shawn looked at Torrie. "You going to be okay?"
Torrie shrugged as she shifted Stacy onto her shoulder. "I guess." With that, they made their way to the back of the bar. As soon as they got to the bathroom, a bunch of drunken guys were in front of it, making lewd comments about any women that passed by.
The head of the group, a beer-bellied man with dark brown hair, saw Torrie coming by with Stacy and chortled, "Oh look at those two fine pieces of ass!"
Another one said, "I like the one in the green. Tall and stringy, just how I like it!"
A few minutes later, Torrie and Stacy were cornered by a few of the men. "Hey, how would you two like to come back to my place?" one of them said, specifically eyeing the drunken Stacy. Torrie narrowed her eyes. Shit, I need to think fast, she thought, trying to keep the men off of her and her best friend.
Another man leaned in close to Torrie and licked his lips. "I bet you're a good fuck." He drawled, the scent of gin emanating from his mouth. Torrie winced and saw Rikishi, Shawn, Kevin, and Triple H at the bar counter still. Kevin, Rikishi, and Triple H looked to be too busy, so her only hope was Shawn.
The guy eyeing Stacy blocked Torrie and demanded, "What are you looking at?" The look on his face was a combination of drunken annoyance and anger.
"Ummmm…" Torrie managed to get out, still clinging onto Stacy, "I was trying to get back to my boyfriend. He's over there at the bar." Oh God, help me, she thought nervously. These guys look like they'd do anything that walked in their path.
"Oh, your boyfriend, huh? Why can't I be your boyfriend?" the guy continued, his eyes drifting down Torrie's body. Torrie sighed slowly. Damnit Shawn, look this way or something, do anything, please, because my asshole ex-boyfriend and his buddies won't, she thought. She was starting not only to fear for Stacy, since she was quite drunk, but for herself as well.
Just then, Shawn looked over and saw Stacy and Torrie in trouble. He had been talking to one of the bartenders and saw the big bunch of guys circling around the helpless women. I'm on my way girls, Shawn thought, pushing his way through the crowd. Lord knows that Shawn Michaels is always up for a good fight. He was able to get a few feet away and mouthed to Torrie, "Distract them somehow."
Torrie sighed. She hated demeaning herself, but she had to do it if the big group of horny, drunken men were not going to leave her and her best friend alone. "Hey guys," she drawled with a fake grin, "screw my boyfriend. How about we" - she started to unbutton her purple shirt – "get to know each other a little better?" Stacy was leaning on the wall next to her, groaning in pain and wondering where the fuck she was obviously, she was reacting that way since she had never been drunk in her life until that point. The big group of guys hooted and hollered in approval at Torrie, but just then, Shawn came and started to push them all out of Torrie and Stacy's way.
"What the fuck?!" yelled one of the men angrily. "This is your boyfriend?" Shawn grinned slightly. Not that I would mind, he thought as he stared right back at the man.
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" The man threw a punch at Shawn, but he knocked the guy down on the floor. He looked to Torrie and Stacy, and hoisted Stacy on his left shoulder and put his free arm around Torrie, all while the big group of guys were trying to get swings at them. He went up to Rikishi at the bar, motioned to Kevin and Triple H and said, "I think it's time that we call it a night. These two were getting hit on by some weird ass people back there." Rikishi nodded, put a few bills on the table, grabbed Kevin and Triple H, waved bye to Mick Foley, and hightailed it out of there.
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(Author's Note: I'm now caught up to where I wanted to be…so if you read this and was wondering why I put these chapters back in, they were almost lost in my rearranging of chapters and such. So in a sense, they're re-posted with a few things added and deleted. Expect some new chapters in the near future, depending on how work and school go. As always, thanks for the support.)
End of Chapter Twenty Six…