Random Missing Scene 1

This scene corresponds with chapter eleven. Samia wakes up in Shawn Michaels' room with a hangover and can't remember anything past her second margarita the night before, which was her first night out with the nWo after Benoit and Guerrero set her up and RVD dumped her. Shawn jokingly tells her that she almost got them kicked out because she set shots of tequila on fire. He then confesses that she only tried to set them on fire. This is the scene surrounding the tequila/fire incident.

Samia twirled the paper umbrella that she had taken out of her drink a few moments ago. She tossed it and it skidded across the table to land in Shawn Michaels' lap. He picked it up to glance over at Kevin Nash, seated beside him. "I think she's hit the quiet stage," Shawn stated, hardly masking his voice so Samia wouldn't hear. "At least we're past the giggly stage."

"I think there's something else left in her. Order a couple more shots of tequila and watch," Kevin said with a smirk, holding up his hand to get the server's attention.

Samia was now twirling the straw in the class, wondering what exactly the flavor was. She could distinctly remember her first drink, a strawberry margarita. She was not a drinker by any means. Beer was just disgusting and there were only a handful of other drinks she had tried. Margaritas were the only thing she really liked and, then, she had never drunk more than two at one time. One made her legs feel fuzzy and two made her giggly. That was true for this night as well.

Hunter had caught on and began making up jokes that made no sense just to make her laugh. At this point, he was usually back in his room with a girl whose name he didn't know but this time he was only dancing provocatively with three girls whose names he didn't know. X-Pac was nowhere to be found and no one seemed to worry. The Big Show had a booth of his own, surrounded by at least three women at all times. It took so much to get him drunk that Kevin and Shawn were usually so far gone by the time he was anywhere close, the two relied on him to keep them out of trouble. Tonight, though, Samia was more entertaining than getting drunk. That's exactly why Kevin was ordering more shots. She wouldn't remember anyhow, he justified.

Samia was staring into her drink as if it was the most mystifying thing in the world. She remembered the second margarita as being peach but whatever this was didn't taste like either peach or strawberry. What was even more confusing was how she got beyond two drinks—or was it three now? Maybe four? She leaned over and stuck out her tongue to pull the straw into her mouth. The straw wasn't where she thought it should be and she wiggled her tongue around to find it. Shawn and Kevin started laughing, but, in this place, she couldn't be sure it was them. The woman looked up at them but they were straight-faced by the time her eyes focused on the pair. She gazed back into the glass and tried to remember what she was doing. Finally, she pinched the straw to keep it still and carefully sipped the last of the drink. The blonde laid aside the straw as if she was about to perform brain surgery and then tipped the glass up, letting the last of the liquid slide down and into her throat. She banged the bottom of the glass to make sure it was all gone.

"Need another one, miss?" the server asked, taking the glass from her.

Samia squinted up at her, even though there were no bright lights. "What flavor was that?"

"Mango."

"Oh, then, I guess…" Her gaze dropped back down at the table and she stared at the two empty shot glasses that were there.

"I'll get those out of your way too."

"Did I drink those, too?" she asked, her head lolling back up at the server.

"Maybe you've had—"

"Those shots of tequila, ma'am," Nash interrupted, "did you bring those?"

"Yeah, here they are," she replied, setting each of them down before Shawn and Kevin. "A glass of water for the lady?" the woman turned to Samia, who was now engrossed with her straw by folding and unfolding it.

"Yes, thank you," Shawn answered for her.

Now that the question of the mango flavored frozen drink was solved and nothing else was available to drink, Samia's mind was running over everything that had happened the night before. There was something elusive about the situation, something that she should be able to put her finger on but it was just barely beyond her reach. With a big sigh, the former paralegal stuffed the plastic straw into her mouth and began chewing on it like a farmboy with a piece of hay. Wasn't drinking supposed to drown her sorrows? Maybe she hadn't had enough to drown out the heartache over Rob Van Dam.

"Did I drink those shots?" she asked Kevin and Shawn, pointing to where the server had disappeared.

"No, did you want'em?" Shawn asked.

"Yeah," Samia answered, immediately reaching for the one Kevin was pushing towards her. She tossed it back as if she had always been taking shots, to which Shawn and Kevin were impressed. They were amazed she had been able to hold so much liquor, with only one trip to the restroom and upright all the way to boot. However, her face screwed up and she quickly reached for the limes on the plate, sucking on two before realizing that they weren't really helping much.

"Hey, Mia, what'cha drinking now?" Hunter asked, sliding into the booth and putting an arm around her shoulders.

"Tequila," she proudly answered with a wide smile as he took a drag on the cigar that was dangling from his mouth.

"Did I tell you about that joke where this chicken crossed—" Hunter trailed off when he noticed that she wasn't paying much attention to him. Her eyes were completely focused on the bartender across the way, who was lighting four Flaming Jesus' in succession. She glanced at the four remaining shots of tequila, back at the flaming drinks, and then to the cigar in Hunter's mouth. He started to say something else but her eyes followed the path once more.

"Do you have the thing," she pointed at the cigar, "you know, the, uh, thing that makes fire?"

Hunter chuckled and began reaching into his pocket and handed her the cigarette lighter. Shawn shook his head and reached out to take the lighter from her but Kevin put a hand on his forearm to stop him. "Let's just watch," he said.

With her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth, Samia carefully tested the lighter to see if it would light. At first, she dropped it when it burned her thumb, not even enough to leave a mark. Satisfied that it would work, she flicked it on again, holding it up and staring at it for a moment. Releasing the tab, she picked up a shot of tequila and pondered how best to light it. Setting it down on the table again, she started the lighter and tried to put the flame into the shot glass, burning a blister on her thumb this time. The woman dropped the bottom of the lighter into the tequila and shoved the offended digit into her mouth.

Helmsley removed the lighter from glass, wiped it off, and handed it back to her. Samia took it because she planned on conquering it. "It's a cigarette lighter!" she announced suddenly, finally remembering what the object was called. The other three nodded at her encouragingly. She smiled sheepishly and reached for the shot glass again. Tipping it sideways, just enough to where it wouldn't spill, she struck the lighter. The flame immediately disappeared.

"Dammit," she muttered, the first time any of them had heard her cuss. Picking up one of the remaining glasses, she tossed another shot back, her face screwing up again as if she had forgotten what it had tasted like. Feeling fortified, she stuck her tongue back out again and carefully poured just a little of the tequila onto the table. She lit the lighter again and held it down to the table but the flame went out again. Her head tossed back again with another shot and she shook the lighter before banging it against the table, thinking that always worked when her remote control wouldn't change channels. She held the flame to the liquid on the table but the same happened again.

Her captive audience hardly moved as they watched her futile attempts, wishing they had a video camera. However, her next attempt sent Shawn and Hunter, the two people closest to her, scrambling. "I don't think it works right," she had stated before holding up a napkin and then flicking on the lighter. Helmsley grabbed the napkin and Shawn plucked the lighter from her. Immediately, her face screwed up and she started crying. "What did I do?"

"I think it's time to go," Shawn said, taking another napkin and holding it out for her. "Don't cry," he soothed, glancing at Kevin, who nodded in return.

Samia blew her nose loudly into the napkin as she slid out of the booth behind Hunter but stopped, perching on the edge of the padded bench. "Wait, we've left one," she said and reached across Shawn to pluck up the last shot of tequila, her experimental one now sporting the napkin that was almost set on fire. Before anyone could stop her, as if they would anyhow, she tossed it back. "No point in wasting it," the woman stated with a smile before standing up and then falling back into Shawn's arms.

"She's out," he said with a shrug. "Hand me that glass of water."