Title: Semi-Charmed Kind of Life
Category: WWE
Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE, or any characters. Only the plot. Everything else belongs to the WWE.
Warnings: Strong sexual content, language, drug use, light violence
Characters: Amy, Adam, Jay, Trish, Chris
Summary: Adam and Amy share a hidden addiction. Adam realizes he needs help, but can he help himself and Amy?
Yawning slightly, Amy Dumas raked a hand through her long red hair as she made her way into the backstage area, heading for her locker room and a nice hot shower.
"Hey Ames." She looked over at her friend Chris Irvine, nodding a hello. "You up for heading out with the gang tonight?" She tossed the idea around in her head for a few moments. She was a bit tired after her match, but she loved going out and clubbing. Besides, she could always take care of the 'tired' problem.
"Yeah, sounds good. Who else is going?"
"Not positive, I know a few people will tag along. But I know for sure you, me, Adam, Jay, and Trish."
"Alright. I have to go shower and get changed. Are we meeting up, or taking the same car?"
"We'll probably just go in my car. It's pretty big, you know, fully-equipped," the blonde man said with a smirk. Amy raised an eyebrow.
"Compensating for something, are we Chris?"
"Pft. No way," he said with a laugh. "But we'll probably just meet up at the car. Is that alright?"
"Yeah, it's fine. See ya later," she said, turning around and continuing her way to the locker room she was sharing with her best friend, Trish. She pushed the door open, walking in with another yawn.
"Hey Trish," she said as she walked over to her own bag. The blonde woman looked up.
"Hey. You look tired. You're on for heading out, right?" Trish asked. She knew Chris was waiting around to ask her. Amy nodded.
"Yeah, of course. I'm sure once I get out there on the dance floor this yawning-spell will disappear."
"Alright, well I'm gonna go talk to Chris. See ya later," Trish said with a wave as she made her way out of the room. Amy waited a few moments, listening to the sound of Trish's heels as they clicked down the hallway. Further and further, until she could no longer hear them. She bit down on her lip, glancing around the room somewhat nervously before she dug her hand into her bag. She pushed some clothes aside, moving her hand around until she felt a small bottle. She pulled it out, smiling as she did so.
She squeezed the top down, twisting the cap off and took one of the capsules out. She walked over to the other side of the room, grabbing her bottle of water and opening it.
"Hey Ames, have you seen Trish? Chris wants to talk to her," Adam said, opening the door. Amy quickly popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed it with a gulp of water, hoping Adam hadn't seen the capsule too well.
"Oh uhm, yeah. She just… She just headed off to go see him," she said, nodding slightly.
"Oh, okay." Adam looked at her oddly. "What was that?"
"What was what?" she played dumb.
"That pill you just took." He glanced over, noticing the orange see-through bottle was still sitting on the bench. It looked like a prescription bottle, but there was no label on it.
"Oh, just some aspirin. As you know, we're all heading out tonight and I've got a uh, killer headache. I don't wanna put a damper on anyone else's night, yanno?" She watched nervously as he furrowed his eyebrows and walked over to the bench. She quickly grabbed the bottle, throwing it into her bag.
"That doesn't look like an aspirin bottle…"
"I like to keep a bottle with aspirin and other medication with me on the road. One bottle is easier to keep track of."
"Other medication, like what?"
She stared at him. "What's with all the questions, huh?" He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Why are you getting defensive?"
"Why are you answering my question with a question?"
"Why are you lying to me? I know that's not aspirin Amy." She watched him for a few moments before looking down at the floor nervously. He knew. He'd seen the pill. She gulped slightly, wondering what he was going to do, who he was going to tell. Then they effects of the pill started hitting her. She let out a light giggle.
"Then what is it if it isn't aspirin, hm?"
He smiled slightly, walking over to her. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
"You can't answer it. Because it's aspirin."
Adam shook his head. "It's methamphetamine, or better known on the street as 'yaba'. Speed in pill form." He laughed at the surprised expression on the redhead's face.
"How did- how did you know that?"
Adam didn't say anything, he just smirked. "Well, I'd better get going. I have to get ready for tonight, and so do you." With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Amy in a state of shock.