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Part Ten
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Shawn sighed and rubbed his eyes. He knew that Bischoff wasn't sanctioning his match for Summerslam and to be perfectly honest, he was perfectly happy about that. Hunter wouldn't know what hit him. HBK was coming back to town and there was nothing the other man could do about it. He only wished that the whole mess wasn't happening in the first place.
He took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the hotel bar. He had arrived about an hour ago, but hadn't found anyone just yet and figured the hotel bar was a good place to start. The room was dully lit and he could only make out a few people, but he didn't try to approach anyone, instead heading straight to the bar. It was odd, really, he'd been in the business for a long time, but there were few people that he could really call friends. There was so much new talent that had arrived since he'd left the ring four years ago that he barely knew everyone to talk to, let alone know well enough to call a friend. Edge and Jeff were good guys, but he still wouldn't say he knew them well enough to call them good friends, but they were getting there; he trusted them and that was enough for the moment. And as for Lita, well, he had no idea where his feeling stood for her.
He sighed and sat at the bar, ordering a few shots of Jack Daniels. He knew it was a bad idea, whisky didn't really sit well with him, but he had visited Devlan to his father's and the boy was perfectly happy, and he had nothing else to do but drown his sorrows.
"You look sad."
Turning around, Shawn smiled at the woman, watching as she stumbled into the seat next to him. He laughed as she clicked her fingers, gaining the bar tender's attention and proceeding to order a double vodka on the rocks. After downing her drink and ordering another, she turned to face him.
"Hey, there," he said with an indulgent smile.
"Well, hey there yourself, Mr. Sexy Boy,"
Despite the fact that she was only quoting his entrance music, Shawn felt his cheeks redden and he instantly cursed himself. She laughed and leaned unsteadily towards him, poking the tip of his nose.
"You're blushing, Mr. Boy Toy,"
"And you're about to fall over, thong girl."
Lita smiled as he helped seat her again. "I feel drunk."
"I hate to break this to you, honey, but you are drunk."
"Oh," Lita smiled. "That's nice. Now I know why there are two of you," she frowned. "But now we can't make a Lita sandwich."
Shawn snorted, his drink almost coming out of his nose. He stared at the redhead, wide eyed and she grinned manically. A smile graced his lips. "You're evil, you know that?"
"I'm a horny devil." She watched him stutter for a moment before lifting her leg to a height that had him stuttering a little more. "See, it says so on my socks." She pulled up the leg of her baggy trousers and pointed to the cartoon figure of a woman in a devil outfit, the words, "Horny Devil" written in bright red below it.
He smirked. "Do you always wear your mood on your underwear?"
She grinned. "Yes, I have my 'Psycho Bitch' socks and thong all looked out for my match against Dawn-Marie tomorrow."
"You have matching socks and thong?"
"Uh huh," she nodded and smiled sexily at him. "And bra. Wanna see?"
Shawn grinned and shook his head. "I think you might regret that in the morning, petal."
"Petal?" she asked, smiling softly.
"Well, there's red," he tugged at her hair. "Red roses," he said indicating the rose seller that was approaching them, calling the man over to him and buying a single red rose, placing it in her hand. "And there's petal." He pulled a single petal from the rose and placed it in her other hand.
She smiled and looked at him. "Are you drunk too?"
He laughed and shook his head a little. "Not yet, wanna help me get that way?"
"Bar tender, another round of drinks!"
The man behind the bar laughed and approached with a few shot glasses, filling them up and handing them to Lita and Shawn. "I have a feeling you'll need more than one, so how about I just pour you three each to start with?"
"Sounds good to me. Lita?"
"Okay, but you can peel me off the floor later."
"I'd be honoured."
She laughed and scrunched up her nose. "You're funny."
"And you're cute."
"Am not!"
"Hate to break this to you honey, but when you scrunch your nose up like that, you're cute." He turned to the bartender and the man nodded.
"Definitely a cutie," he said, then leaned towards her. "Just don't tell anyone I said that, might get fired." He winked at Lita and turned away, heading off to serve another customer.
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"Honey, you need to tell me which room you're staying in or I can't take you there."
"Well, that's no fun. Jeff'll be all seepy and when I get there he'll get all mad 'cause I think I might be drunk and we have a match tomorrow night."
"Jeff'll be seepy will he?" Shawn asked with an indulgent smile. "Sure he won't be sleepy?"
She glared at him. "You're making fun of me."
"Never."
"Oh, okay then," she stopped walking and frowned. "Did I tell you that Matt's a meenie?"
Shawn frowned and pulled her up again to stop her from slipping to the floor. "Yes Matt's a meenie, petal, you don't need to tell me that."
"He dumped me on TV again, for Dawn Marie. Is she prettier than me? Do you think that's why?"
Shawn stopped walking and Lita almost fell to the floor when she realised there was no longer anyone to lean on. He caught her and turned her around. "Matt dumping you once was insane, twice simply showed he was an ass who had no idea what he had and what he was giving up. Dawn Marie's beauty is only skin deep but you're gorgeous all the way through, honey and don't you ever forget that. As for why?" Shawn shook his head. "I don't know, sweetie, but he's a fool. He had the most wonderful women he's likely to ever meet and he didn't think to treasure you while he could, petal. The man's a fool."
There were tears in Lita's eyes, but she ignored them and tried to smile. "You're drunk."
Shawn smiled. "Maybe, but that doesn't make you any less beautiful. Now, if you won't tell me where you're staying, then you'll have to come back with me. I'll take the couch."
"Okay," she nodded and allowed him to turn her in the direction of his room. "And Shawnie?"
"Shawnie?"
"I'm drunk, indulge me."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Shawnie?"
"What is it, Red?"
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome."
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End of Part Ten
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Part Ten
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Shawn sighed and rubbed his eyes. He knew that Bischoff wasn't sanctioning his match for Summerslam and to be perfectly honest, he was perfectly happy about that. Hunter wouldn't know what hit him. HBK was coming back to town and there was nothing the other man could do about it. He only wished that the whole mess wasn't happening in the first place.
He took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the hotel bar. He had arrived about an hour ago, but hadn't found anyone just yet and figured the hotel bar was a good place to start. The room was dully lit and he could only make out a few people, but he didn't try to approach anyone, instead heading straight to the bar. It was odd, really, he'd been in the business for a long time, but there were few people that he could really call friends. There was so much new talent that had arrived since he'd left the ring four years ago that he barely knew everyone to talk to, let alone know well enough to call a friend. Edge and Jeff were good guys, but he still wouldn't say he knew them well enough to call them good friends, but they were getting there; he trusted them and that was enough for the moment. And as for Lita, well, he had no idea where his feeling stood for her.
He sighed and sat at the bar, ordering a few shots of Jack Daniels. He knew it was a bad idea, whisky didn't really sit well with him, but he had visited Devlan to his father's and the boy was perfectly happy, and he had nothing else to do but drown his sorrows.
"You look sad."
Turning around, Shawn smiled at the woman, watching as she stumbled into the seat next to him. He laughed as she clicked her fingers, gaining the bar tender's attention and proceeding to order a double vodka on the rocks. After downing her drink and ordering another, she turned to face him.
"Hey, there," he said with an indulgent smile.
"Well, hey there yourself, Mr. Sexy Boy,"
Despite the fact that she was only quoting his entrance music, Shawn felt his cheeks redden and he instantly cursed himself. She laughed and leaned unsteadily towards him, poking the tip of his nose.
"You're blushing, Mr. Boy Toy,"
"And you're about to fall over, thong girl."
Lita smiled as he helped seat her again. "I feel drunk."
"I hate to break this to you, honey, but you are drunk."
"Oh," Lita smiled. "That's nice. Now I know why there are two of you," she frowned. "But now we can't make a Lita sandwich."
Shawn snorted, his drink almost coming out of his nose. He stared at the redhead, wide eyed and she grinned manically. A smile graced his lips. "You're evil, you know that?"
"I'm a horny devil." She watched him stutter for a moment before lifting her leg to a height that had him stuttering a little more. "See, it says so on my socks." She pulled up the leg of her baggy trousers and pointed to the cartoon figure of a woman in a devil outfit, the words, "Horny Devil" written in bright red below it.
He smirked. "Do you always wear your mood on your underwear?"
She grinned. "Yes, I have my 'Psycho Bitch' socks and thong all looked out for my match against Dawn-Marie tomorrow."
"You have matching socks and thong?"
"Uh huh," she nodded and smiled sexily at him. "And bra. Wanna see?"
Shawn grinned and shook his head. "I think you might regret that in the morning, petal."
"Petal?" she asked, smiling softly.
"Well, there's red," he tugged at her hair. "Red roses," he said indicating the rose seller that was approaching them, calling the man over to him and buying a single red rose, placing it in her hand. "And there's petal." He pulled a single petal from the rose and placed it in her other hand.
She smiled and looked at him. "Are you drunk too?"
He laughed and shook his head a little. "Not yet, wanna help me get that way?"
"Bar tender, another round of drinks!"
The man behind the bar laughed and approached with a few shot glasses, filling them up and handing them to Lita and Shawn. "I have a feeling you'll need more than one, so how about I just pour you three each to start with?"
"Sounds good to me. Lita?"
"Okay, but you can peel me off the floor later."
"I'd be honoured."
She laughed and scrunched up her nose. "You're funny."
"And you're cute."
"Am not!"
"Hate to break this to you honey, but when you scrunch your nose up like that, you're cute." He turned to the bartender and the man nodded.
"Definitely a cutie," he said, then leaned towards her. "Just don't tell anyone I said that, might get fired." He winked at Lita and turned away, heading off to serve another customer.
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"Honey, you need to tell me which room you're staying in or I can't take you there."
"Well, that's no fun. Jeff'll be all seepy and when I get there he'll get all mad 'cause I think I might be drunk and we have a match tomorrow night."
"Jeff'll be seepy will he?" Shawn asked with an indulgent smile. "Sure he won't be sleepy?"
She glared at him. "You're making fun of me."
"Never."
"Oh, okay then," she stopped walking and frowned. "Did I tell you that Matt's a meenie?"
Shawn frowned and pulled her up again to stop her from slipping to the floor. "Yes Matt's a meenie, petal, you don't need to tell me that."
"He dumped me on TV again, for Dawn Marie. Is she prettier than me? Do you think that's why?"
Shawn stopped walking and Lita almost fell to the floor when she realised there was no longer anyone to lean on. He caught her and turned her around. "Matt dumping you once was insane, twice simply showed he was an ass who had no idea what he had and what he was giving up. Dawn Marie's beauty is only skin deep but you're gorgeous all the way through, honey and don't you ever forget that. As for why?" Shawn shook his head. "I don't know, sweetie, but he's a fool. He had the most wonderful women he's likely to ever meet and he didn't think to treasure you while he could, petal. The man's a fool."
There were tears in Lita's eyes, but she ignored them and tried to smile. "You're drunk."
Shawn smiled. "Maybe, but that doesn't make you any less beautiful. Now, if you won't tell me where you're staying, then you'll have to come back with me. I'll take the couch."
"Okay," she nodded and allowed him to turn her in the direction of his room. "And Shawnie?"
"Shawnie?"
"I'm drunk, indulge me."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Shawnie?"
"What is it, Red?"
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome."
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End of Part Ten
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