Chapter 5: The Good Old Night Club in El Paso
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Rating: PG13 for some curse words and mildly intimate scenes
Genre: Romance/Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own squat. Don't sue me.
Characters: Chris Jericho, Shawn Michaels, Eddie Guerrero, Jay Reso
Desc: (COMPLETE) –slash- The sequel to Yhu's story, May Roses In Cold December. Read and Review please! This is my first fic.
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Shawn woke up to a tear-stained pillow. The pain of losing Chris still stung his heart badly. An entire week had now passed, and he figured it was time to move on.
He dressed up, got in his car, and drove off, determined to forget about Chris. And what better place to make him forget his heartaches than his favorite club in El Paso? Chris hated night clubs anyway. Yes, this was sure to take his blues away...
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"VIVA LA RAZA!" Eddie yelled cheerily, as he stepped out of the plane. "I'm home, mi amigos!"
Chris smiled apologetically to the startled crowd. "Volume, Eddie..."
"So, Eddie, where do we go now?" Jay asked, when they had finally reached the hotel, and set down their belongings.
"Well, before we visit mi familia, there's this muy excellente night club in town that I want to go to..."
Chris shuddered at the mention of night clubs...they brought back painful memories...but then he squared his shoulders and decided to face his fears. "Well, then, what are we waiting for?"
Both Jay and Eddie were surprised at Chris's sudden bravery.
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"Beer, please," Shawn told the bartender, not taking his eyes off the scantily clad girls dancing atop the counter.
How long had it been since he'd last been here? Thank goodness there was no Chris around to beg him not to go. He missed this place. And now he was going to enjoy himself and have his fun.
Shawn was momentarily able to forget about Chris, when suddenly the unthinkable happened.
Eddie, Jay and Chris entered the club. Eddie rushed over to the bartender and ordered some drinks, while Jay asked Chris if he was going to be okay. Chris nodded nervously, and they both walked towards Eddie and sat beside him. Eddie wrapped his arm around Chris, assuring him that it would be alright.
On the other end of the bar, Shawn rubbed his eyes and looked across at Chris, desperately hoping it wasn't him. This was the last thing he needed, his ex-lover hanging out in the same club as him, just when he was trying to put him out of his mind. Unfortunately, there was no mistaking those lovely, long, blonde tresses tied loosely behind the head, that muscular, godlike body. Shawn covered his face with his free hand, and downed the beer in his other. "This is going to be a long night," he muttered to himself.
Eddie, arm still wrapped around Chris, had already downed his fifth shot of tequila, and it didn't look like he was stopping there. Jay was pretty drunk himself, and was gleefully fondling one of the girls at the bar. "God help me," Chris winced. He stood up, looking for the exit, when he saw someone vaguely familiar sitting at the end of the bar. His face was covered by his right hand, but Chris could easily recognize the dirty blonde hair cascading down his shoulders.
Shawn looked around hoping Chris had left already, but then he spotted those sexy, deep blue eyes...looking straight at him. He averted his attention, but it was too late. Chris was already walking towards him.
"Shawn, is that you?"
"Hello, Chris." He fidgeted uneasily. "What brings you here?"
Chris sat himself next to Shawn. "Well, Eddie wanted to go, so..."
Shawn's expression darkened at the mention of Eddie's name. "I see...are you enjoying yourself?"
"Uh...not really. You know how I feel about these places."
The tension between them was extremely thick now. Neither one of them uttered a word for a long while. It was painfully clear in both their hearts what they wanted to say, but they were both too afraid to admit it. It was now or never...
"I miss you," they finally said to each other at exactly the same time.
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Rating: PG13 for some curse words and mildly intimate scenes
Genre: Romance/Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own squat. Don't sue me.
Characters: Chris Jericho, Shawn Michaels, Eddie Guerrero, Jay Reso
Desc: (COMPLETE) –slash- The sequel to Yhu's story, May Roses In Cold December. Read and Review please! This is my first fic.
~~~
Shawn woke up to a tear-stained pillow. The pain of losing Chris still stung his heart badly. An entire week had now passed, and he figured it was time to move on.
He dressed up, got in his car, and drove off, determined to forget about Chris. And what better place to make him forget his heartaches than his favorite club in El Paso? Chris hated night clubs anyway. Yes, this was sure to take his blues away...
~
"VIVA LA RAZA!" Eddie yelled cheerily, as he stepped out of the plane. "I'm home, mi amigos!"
Chris smiled apologetically to the startled crowd. "Volume, Eddie..."
"So, Eddie, where do we go now?" Jay asked, when they had finally reached the hotel, and set down their belongings.
"Well, before we visit mi familia, there's this muy excellente night club in town that I want to go to..."
Chris shuddered at the mention of night clubs...they brought back painful memories...but then he squared his shoulders and decided to face his fears. "Well, then, what are we waiting for?"
Both Jay and Eddie were surprised at Chris's sudden bravery.
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"Beer, please," Shawn told the bartender, not taking his eyes off the scantily clad girls dancing atop the counter.
How long had it been since he'd last been here? Thank goodness there was no Chris around to beg him not to go. He missed this place. And now he was going to enjoy himself and have his fun.
Shawn was momentarily able to forget about Chris, when suddenly the unthinkable happened.
Eddie, Jay and Chris entered the club. Eddie rushed over to the bartender and ordered some drinks, while Jay asked Chris if he was going to be okay. Chris nodded nervously, and they both walked towards Eddie and sat beside him. Eddie wrapped his arm around Chris, assuring him that it would be alright.
On the other end of the bar, Shawn rubbed his eyes and looked across at Chris, desperately hoping it wasn't him. This was the last thing he needed, his ex-lover hanging out in the same club as him, just when he was trying to put him out of his mind. Unfortunately, there was no mistaking those lovely, long, blonde tresses tied loosely behind the head, that muscular, godlike body. Shawn covered his face with his free hand, and downed the beer in his other. "This is going to be a long night," he muttered to himself.
Eddie, arm still wrapped around Chris, had already downed his fifth shot of tequila, and it didn't look like he was stopping there. Jay was pretty drunk himself, and was gleefully fondling one of the girls at the bar. "God help me," Chris winced. He stood up, looking for the exit, when he saw someone vaguely familiar sitting at the end of the bar. His face was covered by his right hand, but Chris could easily recognize the dirty blonde hair cascading down his shoulders.
Shawn looked around hoping Chris had left already, but then he spotted those sexy, deep blue eyes...looking straight at him. He averted his attention, but it was too late. Chris was already walking towards him.
"Shawn, is that you?"
"Hello, Chris." He fidgeted uneasily. "What brings you here?"
Chris sat himself next to Shawn. "Well, Eddie wanted to go, so..."
Shawn's expression darkened at the mention of Eddie's name. "I see...are you enjoying yourself?"
"Uh...not really. You know how I feel about these places."
The tension between them was extremely thick now. Neither one of them uttered a word for a long while. It was painfully clear in both their hearts what they wanted to say, but they were both too afraid to admit it. It was now or never...
"I miss you," they finally said to each other at exactly the same time.
