Yay an update! I must be on some sort of roll or something. Anyway, this story is so much fun to write—you can make these poor people do anything! LoL.
"So why did you save me like that?" Molly Holly asked as she walked side by side with her ex boyfriend.
The Hurricane shrugged. "I was walking around with Dupree until he got distracted by all the noise and lights and ran off somewhere. Then you looked incredibly uncomfortable and alone standing there with Cena and his stalker so I thought I'd stop by and see what was up."
"Well I'm touched." Molly confessed. "But I always thought you wouldn't want anything to do with me since I turned on you."
"I'm not really one to hold grudges—you should remember that about me if anything." He replied with a small smile.
"I guess so." She said, a little bit unsure of herself.
The Hurricane looked around, noticed the uncomfortable look on her face, and placed his hand gently on her arm. "You wanna get out of here? We can go find a quiet restaurant or somewhere where it isn't so crowded."
Molly nodded. It didn't matter how long they've been separated as a team, he still knew her better then anyone else in the company. He took her hand and began leading her through the swarms of people, looking around to try and find the least crowded route possible—he knew how uncomfortable she got in crowds like this and didn't really want her to start hyperventilating –not that he wouldn't be able to help her, of course.
A few casinos down the strip, Test was taking full advantage of Torrie and Stacy going off on their own for the night and was flirting with every even remotely cute girl that crossed his path.
"You don't even love her do you?" Chris Jericho questioned. He sat down on one of the stools and leaned back against the bar for support.
Test shrugged. "Define love?"
"I guess I got my answer then."
"Come on baby! Daddy needs a brand new car! Come on come on!" Test chanted as he shook the dice around in his hands before releasing them onto the table.
"Didn't Stacy, your girlfriend, just buy you a new car with her Babe of the Year winnings?" Jericho asked, emphasizing the 'girlfriend' title loud enough for all the girls around him to hear.
Test dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "That was at least a few months ago. I need a new one!" And with that he let the dice fly. Jericho watched on in amusement and then laughed out loud when it was announced his buddy just lost eight-hundred dollars.
"Assclown."
"It's not funny Jericho." Test muttered. "Hey, can you spot me a few hundred dollars?"
Jericho's mouth dropped open in awe. "You have got to be kidding me. I only came down here to make sure you didn't do anything stupid, and now that I obviously failed, I think I'm going to be heading back to the hotel.
"Suit yourself." Test shrugged, before exclaiming loudly: "Does anybody have a few hundred dollars I can have?"
It seemed like everyone was going on their own way and ignoring him until a short blonde pushed her way through the crowd and held up her purse invitingly towards him. "You can have some of my money."
Test approached her with a smile and took the purse from her outstretched hand. "What's your name honey?"
She giggled and pushed some hair behind her ear. "Tessa."
somewhere else
"No, I can definitely completely trust him." Stacy reassured her friend as the two blondes sat at a table close to the stage. "He would never do anything stupid like that. Andrew loves me."
Torrie sighed, ashamed at her friend for letting herself be led on like this. "If you say so Sweetie." She looked around and motioned over a waiter, who came over quickly. "I'll have a Bloody Mary." She ordered once he was close enough to heard without having to yell. "What do you want Stace? My treat."
"Sex on the Beach." She answered automatically and the waiter nodded before scurrying back over to the bar.
A sleazy looking guy at the table next to him heard this and leaned over, licking his lips. "With you baby, anytime."
Stacy's calm demeanor was immediately replaced with one of disgust.
"Eww you pervert!" Torrie exclaimed. "It's time for you to now step away from our table before you get hurt."
He laughed, obviously drunk off his ass, stood up and walked over to their table. "You wouldn't dare." He leaned on their table and reached out a hand to touch Torrie's cheek. "You might break a nail or something."
"Unfortunately for you I don't have that problem."
The guy turned around and was instantly punched in the face by a very angry looking Billy Kidman.
"Do you make it a habit to mess around with other guy's wives?" He asked.
The drunk swung his fist and was automatically blocked by Billy who pushed him forward. He looked over and smiled at his wife before kicking the guy in the back, sending him headfirst into a pile of unused chairs.
Billy nodded in satisfaction and ignored the loud cursing coming from the pile of splintered wood. "Are you girls okay?"
"We are now!" Torrie exclaimed the same time Stacy said "We could have taken care of him."
"Oh don't be silly Stace. He was a lot bigger then we are." Torrie said, flinging her arms around her husband's neck. "You saved me from that disgusting man. How can I ever repay you?" He leaned over and whispered something in her ear and she giggled, causing Stacy to roll her eyes. "Stacy, we're going to be—"
"—heading back to the hotel now." Stacy finished. "Yeah I figured as much. I'll catch you two later." She watched as they left hand in hand and then looked up at the clock on the wall. She should start heading back to the hotel too because of the show tomorrow, but wasn't completely sure if the room she was sharing with Torrie was occupied at the moment. With any luck they had gone to Billy's room instead although she highly doubted it. She'd wait for a few hours and then go back to at least get her stuff—maybe they'd be asleep by then.
a few hours later
Trish Stratus pulled the covers up around her head as she heard the knocking on the door. She squeezed her eyes shut as if that would help, but it didn't, and she tossed the covers back off and pushed up her eye mask so she could see. "Molly are you getting that?" She called out when she noticed her roommate's bed was empty. There was no answer and Trish grumbled as she pulled her robe on. She trudged over to the door and pulled it open without even questioning who it was.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" Stacy asked, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. "I saw the hanger on the outside of the door and didn't want to interrupt." She explained before Trish could ask why.
"Yeah sure." Trish held the door open and then shut and locked it once Stacy was inside. "You can go ahead and sleep in Molly's bed since, for some reason, I don't think she's going to be back tonight."
"Thanks Trish. I really appreciate it."
"It's no problem.But why didn't they just go back to Billy's room?" Trish asked once they were both situated and the light was off.
"I guess it's easier to displace one roommate then it is two."
"Why didn't Vince want them to room together in the first place?"
"That's a really good question Trish."
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