PART THREE
AT A CLUB
"Jay, I don't see any of their cars anywhere… are you sure we're at the right club?" Adam asked as he stepped out of the car, glancing around the dark parking lot. He'd seen a couple of the guys' rental cars earlier that night, and he couldn't see any that he remembered. After the show everyone had agreed to drive to the club together, but since Adam and Jay were running late, they agreed to meet the rest of the group there.
Jay shrugged, searching the lot as well. "I don't know man… this is definitely the address Matt gave me," he said.
"Think about what you just said Jay," Adam replied, shaking his head. Jay laughed.
"You're right… it *was* Matt that gave me the address," he agreed, thinking that the elder Hardy was playing a prank of them. Jay swore sometimes that Matt had the maturity of a twelve year old boy.
"Exactly… we should have known better than to trust him," Adam said, laughing. Jay scanned the parking lot one more time before turning back to Adam.
"I don't think they're here… but maybe we should just go inside to check. Remember, we're talking about Matt. He would go as far as to make everyone park around the corner just so we'd think they weren't here," Jay said, eyeing his best friend.
"True… I guess we could just go in and check," Adam responded. As they were walking to the door, the Canadian saw a limo outside, wondering who could have been inside. The two blonde men entered the club, looking around for any signs of their friends. Adam didn't see Matt, Chris, or any of the girls, but he did see someone he recognized. Jay stopped looking as he heard his cell phone ringing.
"Hello?" he asked, pressing his hand against his free ear to drown out the music blaring from the club. He shook his head when he heard Matt's voice on the other end.
"Jay, it's Matt. Listen, I think I gave you the wrong address for the club. The one we're at is on Fifth, not Sixth. Sorry about that dude," he called from the equally noisy interior of the club he was at. Jay rolled his eyes.
"Right Matt… real funny giving us the wrong address," he said sarcastically.
"I didn't mean to this time, I swear!" Matt insisted. Laughing, Jay rolled his eyes again.
"Right Matt… I believe you, really. Alright, we'll be there in a couple minutes," Jay said, ending the call. He put his phone back into the pocket of his khakis and looked over at Adam.
"Come on man, I found out where they are," he said, waiting for Adam to follow him. His best friend didn't budge though. Jay turned back and looked at him… his eyes seemed to be fixed on something. Grabbing him by the forearm, Jay spoke again.
"Dude, come on… we have to go now," he called out to him, shaking his arm. Not moving his head from where he was staring.
"Jay, look over there… isn't that Randy?" Adam asked, gesturing to a table across the room. It had to be Randy, because also seated at the table were Paul Levesque and Ric Flair. Well, I guess that would explain the limo out front. God forbid Evolution have to drive themselves anywhere.
"Yeah, I guess that his him… the monkeys are with him… I guess he's not coming to the club with Trish then," Jay said, shrugging. "Come on, don't worry about it… let's just get out of here. Adam sighed, giving in and turning away. Once they got to the door, he couldn't help but turn back, and when he did he almost wished he hadn't.
"Jay, look," he said, turning his friend back to face the inside of the club.
Jay groaned as he turned around. Adam was always keeping an eye on Randy… especially since Evolution had reformed. Jay guessed that Trish complained to him about it, because he had made it his personal duty to watch Orton's every move. The shorter man turned around, gasping slightly at what he saw. Randy had since moved to the dance floor with a very leggy brunette, and the two of them were dancing together with about a millimeter of space between them. Not only that, but the young man's hands were dangerously close to the woman's ass. He certainly didn't seem to be missing Trish too much.
"What the fuck is he doing with that chick?" Adam asked, feeling the anger beginning to boil within him. He watched, incensed, as Randy slid his hand down the girl's butt, leaving it there and they sealed off the miniscule distance between them. Jay shook his head.
"I don't know, but he looks pretty happy with her," he commented. Jay wasn't going to jump to conclusions, because they could just be dancing, but he didn't think Randy would be very happy if he saw Trish dancing like that with Adam or another guy.
"I have to tell Trish," Adam said, as Jay finally pulled him out the door.
"I-I don't know man… maybe it would be best if you…"
"If I what?" Adam cut in, offended. "Let him fuck around on her?" Jay shook his head.
"No… but Adam, you don't even know that he's fucking around on her. The only thing you saw him do was dance a little too close to that girl. He's probably just drunk," Jay said. He felt that Trish had a right to know, but he didn't want them to be the ones stepping in unless they saw something really bad.
"Drunk my ass," Adam grumbled as they got in the car. He couldn't believe Orton would have the balls to dance like that with some random girl when he could very well be dancing with Trish. He sighed, hoping that she would soon come to her senses and see that Randy Orton was not all he was cracked up to be.
AT THE OTHER CLUBAbout ten minutes later the two Canadians arrived at the next club… the club they were *supposed* to be at. They walked in and looked around for the group, spotting them after a minute or two. They went over to the tables and sat down, greeting everyone as they did so. Adam noticed that while Dawn Marie and Amy were on the dance floor, Trish was sitting at the table watching. Taking the seat next to her, Adam placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey Trish… what's wrong?" he asked, eyeing her with concern. She didn't look to be having very much fun.
Putting on a fake smile, Trish answered him, "Nothing's wrong Adam. I just don't feel like dancing." She knew that her response wouldn't satisfy him, as Adam had a tendency to be able to see right through to her.
"Don't lie to me Stratus… you never were good at that," he said, laughing quietly.
"I know Copeland… I just don't want you to worry, that's all," she said, looking away. To tell the truth, she really would have liked to talk to him about what was bothering her, but she didn't want to bitch at him anymore. She always complained to him about her problems, and she was beginning to wonder when he was going to get fed up and tell her to go away.
"Well now that scares me. That means something's wrong. And you know I won't give up till I find out, so you might as well tell me now and get it over with," he told her, cupping her chin in his hand and turning her face towards him. He frowned as he saw the sad look in her eyes. Trish was rarely sad, so her distraught expression worried Adam.
"Well… not to repeat myself for the eighth time or anything, but it's Randy. He told me he would come with me here tonight, and then he bailed on me for Paul and Flair again," she said, frowning bitterly. Adam scowled as he suddenly thought of the club he was just at where he saw Randy with that woman. He thought of telling Trish, but he didn't want to worsen her already bad mood, so instead he tried to cheer her up.
"Well you know what I think?" he said suddenly, causing her to raise her eyebrows. "I think you shouldn't even think about Randy tonight. If he wants to ditch you for those losers, we'll just have a good time without him. Come on, I'll go buy you a drink and then you can get on the dance floor with the girls." Trish thought about his suggestion for a moment. She could use a good, stiff drink at the moment. Maybe she should just let loose and have fun… hell, if Randy was off having a good time without her, she might as well have some fun herself.
"You know what Adam… you're right."
LATE THAT NIGHTTrish quietly shut the hotel room door behind her, waiting for it to click before locking the chain and walking into the room. She wasn't sure if Randy was back yet, but she didn't want to wake him if he was. She smiled to herself, thinking of the wonderful time she'd had at the club with her friends. The Canadian diva promised them she would join them the next time they decided to all go out, she had actually had that much fun. As she crept into the bedroom, she jumped when Randy's voice startled her.
"Where the hell were you?" he asked angrily, eyeing her as she put her purse down on the nightstand. Trish sent him a confused look.
"I was at the club with everyone," she said shrugging. She didn't see what the big deal was.
"Well why are you coming in so late? Why didn't you call me and tell me what time you were coming back?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Trish rolled her eyes at him.
"Sorry Dad, but I wasn't aware that I had to tell you where I was going and what time I'd be back!" Trish said, raising her voice slightly. She couldn't believe he had the nerve to talk to her like that when it was usually *him* that was out until all hours of the night.
"Listen Trish, I'm only saying this cause I was worried about you," he said, dropping his arms to his sides. Trish didn't buy a word he was saying. She could see by the look in his eyes that he was trying to sweet talk her, probably because he felt guilty for snapping on her.
"Sure you were. Let me ask you a question Randy… do you worry about me when you're out with YOUR friends until four in the morning?" she asked angrily, placing her hands on her hips. Randy frowned… he wasn't expecting her to get mad.
"Okay, okay, you're right. I'm sorry baby… can you forgive me for snapping like that?" he asked, putting his hands on top of hers and giving her puppy dog eyes. Trish sighed, forcing herself to look away from him. God, his eyes could just make her melt. She realized that she couldn't be mad at him even though she wanted to.
"Oh fine… let's just go to bed," she said tiredly. When she walked by, Randy exhaled, grateful that he'd once again gotten himself out of trouble. He pulled his jeans off, jumping when he saw a folded piece of paper falling out of the pocket. He leaned down and picked it up, shoving it back in before Trish even noticed it. He once again sighed with relief… if Trish had seen the number he'd gotten from that chick at the club, she'd flip. He jumped into bed, smiling as she laid down next to him. He'd have to remind himself to be more careful next time.
Here's the next chapter. Review please, cause I'm really starting to get into this fic. LOL, thanks guys!