S.W.A.T
Chapter 5
The rest of their training day went all right, by the standards Riley had told them. They had been forced into getting to know the other team. However, the only thing they bothered remembering their names.
Chris Benoit and The Rock had gotten a brilliant idea of putting pairs of people together and forcing them to talk about each other for awhile, and then rotating. This was supposedly going to help them with getting used to their own team.
"If we're trying to get used to our own team, why are we talking to them?" Roxie had complained. It had gone alone fine enough, to a point. A few of the members of the other team had gotten along with them, namely Leah, Leigha, and Cameron. The big mistake came when Tyler and Riley had to be paired together. Anyone would've noticed the sarcasm in the comments they gave when the other person noticed. If either of the trainers turned their backs for a second, one of them would probably end up with a bullet in their chest.
At any rate, all that they had really done was run and practice their shot. Riley had mentioned something about Death Row, which was slang among the teams for a grueling course that most teams went through daily. Judging by the look on her face, the others had decided that they wouldn't like it.
Once again at dinner, no one had approached but Matt and Jeff. When asked, they'd explained that most of them thought that it was degrading to talk to a team that wasn't yet part of the force. This had been followed by a jumble of words saying that they didn't feel the same.
At any rate, they had left dinner without an appearance by any member of Rick's team, or any conflicts with the other new team, showered, and changed into jeans and tank tops instead of their sweaty uniforms. They had talked for a bit before heading over to Matt and Jeff's room.
The room had more than Matt and Jeff's team (Shannon, Kurt, Brock, and Stephanie) in it. Rene, Sylvan, Trish, RVD, and The Hurricane had found their way to the room. The room, like all the others, was large, containing six beds and a large table. They pulled up enough chairs to squish the 17 people, using 9 or 10 chairs. This required everyone to sit squeezed together, and most of them were accused of cheating some point during the night.
Riley and Roxie had won most of the hands, followed by Kurt and Matt. Rene and Sylvan found them losing almost every round – partly because they wouldn't fold when their hands were horrible and they had no chance of winning. Instead, they raised the ante and played until the round ended.
Katrina was politely showing Rene how to play right, with him actually listening, which, according to Jeff, was quite a feat. It was about 0930 hours, and the beer had made itself drunk. Riley sipped her mug full, not downing it as she would usually – she was quite a drinker – knowing that others would be in a horrible mood come the next day. The others on her team, warned by her, didn't drink quite as much as the others. Jeff, The Hurricane, Shannon, and Brock were completely drunk. Jeff's words were slurred as he sat, his arm slung casually to the other high-backed chair, and around Aimee-Lee, who was truthfully about half as drunk as him, but drunk enough not to notice his arm. The others who weren't so drunk had to try and keep their drinks in their mouths when Brock started flirting with Kurt, who looked horrified. They had banned Shannon from the drinks, and he was currently trying to find a way to snatch Matt's drink away from him – licking the spilt beer near him when Matt shoved him away.
After Riley put away Kurt's last fifty dollars, he suggested that they play Go Fish in a tiny, innocent voice. Brock lost interest in Kurt, and was currently eyeing RVD, who moved away from him and closer to Riley.
Eventually, they decided that poker was out – most everyone except Riley, Roxie, and Matt were broke. They talked – in voices louder than necessary. Most of them were drunk, not noticing the beer sloshing down their shirts as they failed to pour the beer in their mouths. The girls watched with interest, knowing that they would be hung over in the morning.
When they started Blackjack, Jeff said in that it was boring, and set to see how many beds he could clear from jumping from one. He leapt from the first, landing on the fourth, and grabbed the covers to help keep him from falling. He ended up rolling off the bed, the covers resting on top of him. This only encouraged him to try again, much to Matt's amusement.
Brock, apparently, had decided that RVD was too interested in the game. Midway through Kyrie's winning streak, he kept trying to sit in her lap. She vowed never to let him touch more than one beer can per night when she was around.
As two hours flashed by, the girls' resolve not to be hung over in the morning weakened, along with everyone else's. They all ended up drunk, which was probably a good thing because most of the men there's minds were curled too high in the sky to notice anything. Along with some of the girls' minds.
Trish, the only one not drunk, looked around the room with a laugh, knowing that they wouldn't remember this in the morning. No one ever remembered. The table had been positioned between two beds, their ends facing the table. Jeff was currently trying to leap over the table. It hadn't worked so far.
Rene, meanwhile, had his arm wrapped around Katrina, and was shouting, "J'amie des bras!" Something about bras, Trish figured. Sylvan would tell her in the morning if she asked sweet enough. Riley was taking her time flicking pennies at not-so-innocent bystanders, with the help of her 'evil sidekick' (his words, not hers) RVD.
Kurt and Kyrie had taped Brock's hands behind his back, along with his ankles. Kyrie was beaming proudly, sitting on Brock's back. Kurt was demanding milk, saying that he had Brock hostage, and that he would shoot him if he didn't get milk. Of course, Trish would've taken him more seriously if he didn't have a squirt gun in his hand. Shannon was running a 'Boot I cute', currently dying Matt and Shane's hair neon orange. Trish hoped that it would come out as she watched Kurt demand milk as he cried. She remembered him kissing Stephanie earlier.
"Getting ready to blackmail us?" Riley asked, sneaking up behind her. Trish squealed, turning around, placing a hand on her chest.
"W-W-Wait… Aren't you drunk?" Riley grinned, shaking her head.
"This long and you learn that if you spill it all and pretend to be drunk, you see some pretty interesting things."
Trish smiled, "I can't believe that out of like, 20 of us, that none of us can act rationally when we get drunk."
Riley sighed, "But where would be the fun in getting drunk and being stable-headed?" She stumbled back as Jeff leapt onto the table, spilling beer onto just about everyone. He looked up and swore.
"I didn't make it!"
Trish and Riley looked at each other, shaking their heads quietly, "Its gonna be hell in the morning," Riley muttered.
"Looks like your faithful sidekick is waiting," Trish said, grinning evilly.
"Don't you dare get any ideas," Riley warned seriously.
Trish smiled innocently, "Ideas? Me? Never." She turned and looked at Rene, who was yelling more French words that she didn't understand. "You know –" she started, noticing just who his arm was around
"No corrupting my teammates," Riley interrupted sternly.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
As the door opened, everyone froze. Shawn Michaels, Edge, and Kevin Nash walked in, holding their hands behind their backs. A minute later, they whipped out the whip cream cans behind their backs, dousing everyone in whip cream. Shawn said that it was payback for not inviting them to come, right after he finished spraying. Trish responded by picking up a beer and throwing it at him.
Riley shook her head as Shawn chased Trish, trying to get her "creamed". She could only hope that her team didn't have to do the course tomorrow. Rob tugged on her arm and she turned to face him. After a moment she said, "You aren't drunk, are you?"
He sighed, and asked, "What gave me away?"
"The fact you can stand," Riley replied. He laughed, looking around the room, wincing as Jeff jumped into the wall.
"Now I remember why we only do this once a month."
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