HE SAYS NOTHING
Chris was very pissed off, he felt like he was going to hurl his fist through one of Jeff's moody paintings. Everyone was shutting themselves off
"Don't ask her Chris it's not fair"
"Matt, considering that I know you're all keeping something from me, it's not a good idea to talk about fair"
Matt didn't move, not allowing Chris to pass him and talk to Lita who was eyeing him warily as she worked. On stage Torrie and Stacy danced to a thick grinding hiphop beat causing them to move in beautiful vapid movements. Most of the crowd were watching them, captivated by the two blondes moved in fleshy unison. Chris hadn't even noticed them begin performing, he was steaming furiously. He'd felt out of the loop for a while, like there was something apart from his band commitments separating himself from the others. Now that was it abundantly clear that Lita had nearly let something slip, he was determined to find out what it was.
"Chris, leave it and work" Matt said, a dangerous note in his voice
Chris looked at him, eyes blazing. This was beyond frustrating. Lita was the only one willing to say something and she was blocked by her overprotective fiancé now pulling rank. He watched as Matt turned back to Lita and spoke to her in furious whispers. He strained to hear to hear, suddenly catching the word Edge in their fast conversation before giving up to concentrate on work.
"Hey Jeff!"
Jeff turned at the loud and startling close sound of his name called and found himself being kissed hard. He enjoyed the unexpected surprise, knowing who it was. He pulled away to smile at Christian
"When did you get here?" Jeff asked as Christian moved in the confined space to stand behind Jeff
"Just now" Christian replied "Edge hasn't said anything huh?"
"Nope, $20 says he does nothing"
"$20 says he does something about it"
"This is adding up for you, as he's said nothing for a long time"
"All or nothing" said Christian confidently, snaking an arm around Jeff's waist "I've got a good feeling about tonight"
Billy felt like the luckiest man alive as he watched his wife dance. She was like some sort of angel up there, dancing in the light. His heart constricted in his chest as he watched her. He couldn't believe he was finally married to her. He'd been working as a mechanic when they'd met, now he did that at the weekends and afternoons and security work on week nights. Anything he could to bring money in as she worked hard at her dancing. He desperately wanted this marriage to work; he loved Torrie deeply and felt like he was living a dream. He could honestly claim he was perfectly happy. Smiling, he sat back and watched Torrie.
"Want a refill Edge?" Lita asked tentatively
He shook his head, aware of how brooding he looked. Too much drink would make him dangerous and loose tongued. He wanted to be coherent and cool minded when talking to Chris about something so important. Chris had spoken to him for a while before abruptly leaving, mumbling something about working. Edge sighed. He felt unusually awkward and nervous, out of place among friends. He'd hoped this would be easier but fat chance.
A flickering of movement caught his eye. Up in the DJ booth he could see Christian and Jeff squashed together in the small space, enjoying the fact that all eyes were on Torrie and Stacy as they took the chance to get into a heavy make out session. Edge grinned. They didn't care that people could see them or that in a couple of days one of them would probably demand a break from the other because the intensity was too much. They just lived for the moment and that was to be admired. It made him feel incredibly alone.
Chris was very pissed off, he felt like he was going to hurl his fist through one of Jeff's moody paintings. Everyone was shutting themselves off
"Don't ask her Chris it's not fair"
"Matt, considering that I know you're all keeping something from me, it's not a good idea to talk about fair"
Matt didn't move, not allowing Chris to pass him and talk to Lita who was eyeing him warily as she worked. On stage Torrie and Stacy danced to a thick grinding hiphop beat causing them to move in beautiful vapid movements. Most of the crowd were watching them, captivated by the two blondes moved in fleshy unison. Chris hadn't even noticed them begin performing, he was steaming furiously. He'd felt out of the loop for a while, like there was something apart from his band commitments separating himself from the others. Now that was it abundantly clear that Lita had nearly let something slip, he was determined to find out what it was.
"Chris, leave it and work" Matt said, a dangerous note in his voice
Chris looked at him, eyes blazing. This was beyond frustrating. Lita was the only one willing to say something and she was blocked by her overprotective fiancé now pulling rank. He watched as Matt turned back to Lita and spoke to her in furious whispers. He strained to hear to hear, suddenly catching the word Edge in their fast conversation before giving up to concentrate on work.
"Hey Jeff!"
Jeff turned at the loud and startling close sound of his name called and found himself being kissed hard. He enjoyed the unexpected surprise, knowing who it was. He pulled away to smile at Christian
"When did you get here?" Jeff asked as Christian moved in the confined space to stand behind Jeff
"Just now" Christian replied "Edge hasn't said anything huh?"
"Nope, $20 says he does nothing"
"$20 says he does something about it"
"This is adding up for you, as he's said nothing for a long time"
"All or nothing" said Christian confidently, snaking an arm around Jeff's waist "I've got a good feeling about tonight"
Billy felt like the luckiest man alive as he watched his wife dance. She was like some sort of angel up there, dancing in the light. His heart constricted in his chest as he watched her. He couldn't believe he was finally married to her. He'd been working as a mechanic when they'd met, now he did that at the weekends and afternoons and security work on week nights. Anything he could to bring money in as she worked hard at her dancing. He desperately wanted this marriage to work; he loved Torrie deeply and felt like he was living a dream. He could honestly claim he was perfectly happy. Smiling, he sat back and watched Torrie.
"Want a refill Edge?" Lita asked tentatively
He shook his head, aware of how brooding he looked. Too much drink would make him dangerous and loose tongued. He wanted to be coherent and cool minded when talking to Chris about something so important. Chris had spoken to him for a while before abruptly leaving, mumbling something about working. Edge sighed. He felt unusually awkward and nervous, out of place among friends. He'd hoped this would be easier but fat chance.
A flickering of movement caught his eye. Up in the DJ booth he could see Christian and Jeff squashed together in the small space, enjoying the fact that all eyes were on Torrie and Stacy as they took the chance to get into a heavy make out session. Edge grinned. They didn't care that people could see them or that in a couple of days one of them would probably demand a break from the other because the intensity was too much. They just lived for the moment and that was to be admired. It made him feel incredibly alone.