Danielle sighed rolling over in bed, waking up Randy as she did so.
"Good morning" He muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Danielle looked over him, he was still fully dressed, however, she was only wearing one of his t-shirts.
"Morning" She replied, also sitting up. She had a splitting headache, and then suddenly the nausea hit her. As a reflex reaction, she found herself running to the bathroom – slamming the door shut behind her.
Randy couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the situation, he thought she could hold her drink a bit better than that.
"Dani, are you alright in there?" He asked fiddling with the door knob – finding it was locked.
"Yeah," She managed to call out, between heaves, "Yeah I'm fine."
"Do you want anything, some food, water-"
"No I'm fine" She interrupted. "I'll be out in a minute" Randy decided to leave her to it, and carry on getting changed. His mind kept drifting back to the night before, obviously she was more drunk than she was letting on, plus it seems that her and Dave are having problems at the moment, Randy doubted that she could even remember that heart stopping kiss, let-or-lone want it to ever happen again. He told himself over and over again just to forget about her.
Danielle emerged from the bathroom, not looking her best. Her skin was pale, hair ruffled, and eyes watering.
"Are you sure you're ok?" Randy asked her again. "Maybe you should stay in bed for a while, you know, sleep it off" She walked over to the mini bar; Randy assumed she was looking for something to eat, but Danielle had different ideas.
"Listen, Randy. I know my body, and I know I'll be fine in a bit" She assured him, grabbing two beers from the fridge and opening one.
"It's a bit early for that isn't it?" Danielle almost completely downed one bottle before she replied.
"It's only the 'hair of the dog', you know, do you want some?" She asked, handing him a beer. Randy shook his head. Danielle finished off the first beer, and then started on the second – this one she drank a bit slower.
Randy walked around the room, picking up her clothes from the floor and handing them to her. She smiled slightly in acceptance, and took her clothes and beer into the bathroom. As soon as the door had closed behind her, Randy collapsed on the bed, putting his head into his hands.
Randy gave an audible sigh, what the hell is going on? One minute this woman was so ill she couldn't stop throwing up, and now… now she was downing bottles of beer. Against his better judgement he picked up the hotel room phone and typed in Dave's room number.
"Hi Dave it's Randy, listen I just wanted to let you know that Dani stayed here with me last night," He said once Dave had answered the phone. "She's perfectly safe, I was going to phone you last night, but she said that you were asleep, and I didn't want to disturb you" he lied.
"How is she?" Randy sighed again at his friend's question.
"She's in a bit of a state, she was pretty wasted last night," This time it was Dave's turn to sigh.
"Well thanks for letting me know what's going on, and thanks for looking after her," Dave said.
"Yeah no problems, I'm sure she'll be back in your room in a bit, I just wanted to give you a heads up." Randy paused, he was lying through his teeth to one of his best friends, how the hell did he get himself into this situation? "I'll see you later at the arena" Randy told him, wrapping up the conversation. "Bye"
As soon as he had hung up Randy's head fell back into his hands. He rubbed his eyes, trying to make some sort of sense of the situation. That one phrase reverberating around his head: 'thanks for looking after her' He was supposed to be making sure she was safe, and instead he ended up almost fucking his friends' wife.
Danielle emerged from the bathroom, looking one hell of a lot better. She had some colour back in her cheeks, and had re-done her hair. She did still look quite shaky though. Randy sat up on the bed to look at her,
"How are you feeling now?" Randy asked, feeling it was a stupid question.
"Not perfect, but I'll be fine" Danielle smiled for a instant before looking down at the floor, "Thanks for being there for me last night, it meant a lot"
"It was nothing," He assured her.
"No, it wasn't," She told him, moving across the room to sit next to him on the bed. "I know how tired you were, and I know the last thing you wanted to do is stay up half the night and chat to me" She smiled; Randy was beginning to love that smile.
"Like I said, I just like to help damsels in distress" He replied cockily. Danielle laughed,
"Whatever!" She said punching him lightly in the stomach, "I'll leave you to get some sleep." She told him getting up, and walking towards the door.
"Dani?" Randy asked, also getting up from the bed, following her to the door, Danielle turned round to face him. Randy thought carefully about how to phrase his next question. "How much do you remember from last night?" The confused expression that filled Danielle's face answered his question for him.
"I don't know, I guess we were chatting for a bit, and then I fell asleep?" She shrugged. "Why did something happen?" Randy opened the door for her letting her out,
"Nah," He replied, "Don't worry about it, I was just wondering" He was fucking lying again! "I'll see you later?" He asked hopefully.
"Course" She smiled, his heart almost melted. She leaned up again, giving him a hug, "Thanks again for last night" She whispered in his ear. "See you later" She told him walking out of the room, in search of the elevators.
Randy closed the door behind her muttering "fucking hell" before trying to get some more sleep.
As Danielle was leaving Randy's hotel room, Shawn happened to be walking by. As soon as he saw her, he stopped in his tracks to take a look at the hotel room she had just come from.
"Hey Danielle" He greeted her cautiously. "What's going on? It's a bit early in the morning to be making visits isn't it?" Danielle just rolled her eyes.
"Stop that" She smiled
"Stop what?" Shawn asked completely confused.
"Stop trying to be my dad" She told him walking away. Shawn doubled checked the number on the hotel room door before following her down the corridor.
"I'm not trying to be your dad, I'm just trying to prevent you from making any more mistakes" Shawn paused for a moment, rubbing the back of his head, "looks like I was too late" he sighed. Danielle stopped walking – dead.
"You what?" She asked turning on the spot to face Shawn.
"Come on Danielle!" he said looking back up the corridor towards that hotel room. "I find you leaving Randy Orton's hotel room at ten AM wearing the clothes you were wearing yesterday" He told her flicking her jacket, "you don't have to be a mathematician to add two and two together."
"You have got to be joking" She began walking away from Shawn at a faster pace, when she finally got to the elevators she hit the 'elevator call' button so hard she was sure it was going to leave a dent. "It's nice to know you trust me Shawn!"
"It's not that Danielle, but your upset right now," He told her holding her hands, "People don't think right while their upset, and I'll tell you now, Randy may seem like a nice guy but he wouldn't think twice about stealing someone else's wife" Danielle sighed, praying to God that the elevators would hurry up.
"Randy isn't like that Shawn! We're just friends," Shawn let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Randy doesn't know the meaning of the word!" Danielle rolled her eyes as the elevator finally arrived.
"Last night I was upset and alone, and the last person I wanted to see was Dave, where the hell else was I supposed to go?" She shouted walking into the lift.
"Come and fucking talk to me! I'm here for you!" He told her keeping the elevator doors open with his foot.
"Shawn I am not in the mood for this, just let me go" She told him, kicking his foot. Shawn sighed, holding up his hands. As the doors closed she watched Shawn kick a bin, while storming off down the hall.
Danielle sighed and leaned her head against the wall of the elevator. She muttered some obscenities to herself while waiting for her floor to arrive on the flashing red screen. She couldn't believe that Shawn had shown a complete lack of trust in her.
Finally arriving at her floor, she walked out, trying to remember which room she was supposed to be sharing with Dave. Making an educated guess, she lightly knocked on one of the doors.
Dave immediately swung open the door, looking down at the woman before him. He was ready for a fight; he thought it could only be one of two people, either Shawn, who wanted to give him some more 'advice', or Stacy, who just wanted another pop at him.
But, he never even considered that it could be Danielle stood there. He looked over his shoulder, watching the mess in the room for a few moments, before turning back round to look at his wife.
"Hi, I didn't expect you" He hesitated. "How are you?"
"Not too bad" She said pushing past him and walking into the room.
It took a few moments for the entire state of the room to sink in. She stood glued to the same spot on the floor, just looking in amazement at everything that was broken, battered, or ruined.
"What the hell happened here?" She asked, a bit sharper than she intended. Dave smiled a little, rubbing the back of his neck, for the first time in what seemed like ages, she had spoken to him with an emotion in her voice other than anger or disappointment. It sounded like she was amused by the situation.
"I had a few accidents" Dave lied, trying to clear up some torn clothes on the floor.
"It shows" She said, still looking around, "it shows that you're a bad liar. Did you do this? Or were you in another fight?" She asked him taking the clothes out of his hands and throwing it back on the floor into a pile. Dave just stared at the pile for a moment.
"I did it" He looked around the room some more, "How much do you think its going to cost me?" Dave asked her. Danielle let out a breath of air, for once she was calling upon the useless information she learnt from her insurance job, and applying it to something useful.
"I don't know," She said looking around the room, "The TV alone is probably anything up to 800, then there's the pictures, the window, the wardrobe," She made a mental list, but then something made her stop dead in her tracks, "What the hell is this on the carpet?" Dave knelt down beside her, looking at the mysterious stains on the floor that seemed to also creep up the walls and over the bed.
"I don't know," He shrugged, "Probably came from the mini bar" Danielle turned to look at the mini bar, the door had be torn off and the contents spilled out over the floor. She sighed again.
"Ok, so the TV, wardrobe, carpet cleaning, new mini bar, mini bar contents, other little bits" She paused to add everything up in her head "I guess your looking at about three grand or so" She told him picking up the mini bar door. "Plus, add on a bit extra because you're a wrestler and they know you've got money" Dave raised his eye brows, "They'll take you for everything they can"
"Holy fuck, three grand" Dave said, almost admiring his work. Suddenly he remembered something. "Does that include the hole?"
"The what?" Danielle replied bemused.
"I might have made a small hole" Dave said moving a carefully placed picture from the wall.
"A small hole?" Danielle questioned. "That's bigger than a basket ball!" She laughed. Dave started to laugh too. They always used to be able to do that, no matter how bad the situation they would somehow find a funny side.
"How much?" Dave asked her again.
"Do you want the truth?" She asked, rubbing her temples, Dave nodded, "I think that you should cover up that hole, pack up our stuff, leave a check for 4000 at reception then leave the state"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. You do know that this is an offence? So unless you want to re-mortgage our house to pay all the fines and repairs, we should go." Just then there was a knock at the door. Dave's heart was in his throat, if Stacy was behind that door she could ruin the very small improvement Dave and Danielle had just made in a single heart beat. Danielle saw the look of near terror on Dave's face, "Who is it?" She called out, feeling brave.
"Danielle? It's Shawn." He called from outside.
"Shit" They both said looking at each other. "You stall him, I'll clean" Dave whispered to her.
"How the fuck are you going to clean this room while Shawn is outside?" She asked him seriously.
"If it helps you open the door any quicker," Shawn shouted from outside, "I know the room is trashed, Dave"
"How the fuck…" Dave trailed off opening the door.
"I covered your ass down in reception earlier," He told them entering the room, "I was there when one of the house keepers were complaining about the state of the room" Shawn looked around and whistled, "You did a pretty good job too" He told him sarcastically, slapping him on the back. "Apparently the house keeper took one look at this room and walked right back out" Shawn laughed.
"Quit the jokes Shawn" Dave said shaking off Shawn's arm, "How much do they want?"
"Based on what the house keeper saw earlier," Shawn paused, not sure how Dave was going to take the news "Five thousand" Danielle spat out her water.
"Dollars?" Dave asked
"Yes dollars you idiot!" Shawn shouted.
"Fucking hell" Dave muttered, trying to find his check book "and that house keeper probably didn't even see the hole" He whispered to Danielle.
"Danielle, why don't you take a shower? Me and Dave need to talk" Danielle looked over at Dave.
"Seriously Shawn, I am his wife, not a child" She said coldly, walking into the bathroom.
"Then fucking act like it" Shawn mumbled to no one in particular. "Listen Dave," Shawn started.
"No Shawn, you listen to me for once" Dave said interrupting him. "I am fed up to the fucking back teeth of you sticking your nose in where it's not wanted." Dave told him, walking over to Shawn. "Me and Dee will sort out our problems in our own time, we don't need know-it-all Shawn Michaels to come in and sort them out for us!" Shawn opened his mouth, like he was about to say something, but Dave cut him off, "I admit, at various times we have come to you for advice, but right now we need time to think, not you coming in every two seconds dictating what we should do!"
"So what are you saying Dave?" Shawn asked, slightly angry than after everything he was doing to try and help this young couple they are throwing it back in his face.
"I'm saying that next time we need your help, we'll ask for it, we don't need to be your good deed for the day" Shawn let out a breath of air.
"Well it sounds like you've got it all figured out, marriages are hard enough to negotiate when you haven't cheated" Dave rolled his eyes at this comment, "but I'm sure you two will be fine. Why in the world would you need my advice? Someone who's had over twenty years more experience of being in relationships, but of course, you know it all" Shawn said slapping his chest. "Good luck"
A/N: I don't usually do these, but I just wanted to thank you all for all of the reviews, I know the story is quite boring and repetitive at the moment (with Danielle getting drunk every two seconds) but there will be some drama coming soon… I promise! Thanks for reading, I'm really enjoying writing this story, it just seems to be writing it's self at the moment, which is never a bad thing!