Chapter 24
When Chris was finally ready to leave, we went dowstairs, where basically everyone were waiting for us already. For my delight I noticed that John was coming too, although Chris didn't see to happy about it. I had gotten quite close with John during the week he had been in RAW and Chris wasn't too pleased about it. Those two wasn't best friends, although there wasn't that kind of competing between them like there was on stage. Everyone had seen that on stage they hated each others. In reality they came along, but I guess that Chris just was afraid that I would get so close with John that I would forget Dave, though I knew that it wasn't going to happen.
I went to John when Chris followed me close behind. When John saw me, he seemed somehow surprised.
"Con, you are coming too." It was more like statement than question.
"Yeah. Chris talked me into it." I smiled a little. "Glen promised to look after Caitlin so that I can come with you."
"Good." John grinned. "You look stunning, by the way."
"Thanks." I smiled widely, when I noticed that John was looking straight inside my blue dress collar, Chris saw it too.
"Hey, Cena. Her face is a bit more further up. Look at there, not her breasts." Was his dry comment.
"I'm not... I..." John took few steps backwards and I bursted to laughter.
"Don't worry. Your not the first man, who has spoken to my chest area, not my face. Chris is just a bit too over protective..."
"Who else have had the nerve to do that?" My brother snorted.
"Just let it go." I said and put my hand under his arm. "I guess everyone were waiting for us, so we can go to the club."
"Yeah. What was keeping you two for so long?" Trish asked, when she came to us and heard my words.
"Chris." I grinned.
"I?" My brother raised his eyebrows and continued the one syllabe conversation, which I had started.
"Yeah. It takes ages for you to get ready. You are worse than I, or anyother woman in that matter." I grinned. "And you don't have to put any make up. Or do you?"
"Make up? Phyh, I am naturally handsome."
"What ever you say, bro." I laughed.
"Do you think otherwise then?" Chris smiled a little.
"Of course not." I tried to take a serious face, but failed miserably. "But you were still the reason why others had to wait us."
"I was just busy."
"Okay. I don't want to know why he was busy." John watched at me. "So, shall we go? Seems like others are leaving."
I noticed also that people were going out of the hotel, so I just nodded and we followed others.
When we got to the club, I decided to have some fun and so I certainly did. I drank a lot, and like I have mentioned, I can't bear alcohol very well, so I got drunk pretty fast. I spent a lot of time on the dancefloor dancing with bunch of guys. I guess Chris, Trish and others watched me first at amusement, but what later it came, they got more worried about me. I rememeber calling to Dave despite John and Chris told me not to. He didn't sound too happy, I had woken him up and I was quite – well, very – drunk. It wasn't a long call, because Chris took my mobile from me quite fast and explained to Dave what was going on. After Chris had taken my mobile and refused to give it back to me, I decided that I wasn't going to speak to him ever again. So, I went to the dancefloor with Rene Dupree and got very, very close to him. John didn't watch that for long though and he came to us.
"Alright, Rene. You can let her go now."
"I'm dancing with her. Go away." He blurred, being quite drunk himself.
"I'm not going away. You two should take some distance." John sounded serious. "She is with Batista, for heavens sake! Do you have a death wish, Dupree?"
"I don't see Dave here." I giggled. "Actually I know he is soundly asleep in Denver."
"I doubt he is sleeping after the call you just made to him." Now John sounded dry. "Come on, Con. Chris is leaving and I think you should go with him."
"I'm not talking to Chris."
"You are. That is just alcohol in your blood talking now." John took my arm. "Let's go."
"No!" I got stubborn, which was stupid, I know.
"She doesn't want to leave yet." Rene stood directly infront John.
"She is leaving now. You can't do anything about that." John was holding my arm tight and somewhere in my drunken mind I knew that he was right, I should go to hotel with my brother.
"I'm not tired yet." I said though.
"I don't care are you tired or not. You are too drunk to realize it anyway." John didn't sound happy at all. I realized that Rene had taken few steps and now his face was just inches from John's. I guess Matt had seen it also, because he came to us.
"What is going on here."
"I'm am trying to get Con to leave back to hotel with her brother, but she is just plain stubborn." John said.
"Actually Con, I think you should listen to him." Matt turned to me. "I'm going also with Chris, you should come with us."
"Alright then." I sighed, because the truth was that I was tired, despite I had said that I wasn't.
I followed Matt and John a bit sheepishly to the club's exit, where Chris was standing. He just grinned to me and took my arm leading me out to the waiting cab.
When we were in the hotel and going to our rooms, or actually Chris and Matt were going to their own rooms, I directed myself towards Glen's door.
"Tinnie, where are you going? Your room is in other direction." Chris stopped me though.
"Caitlin is with Glen. I'm going to get her." I blurred out.
"Yes, I know she is with him. I think though that they are both sleeping already." Chris said. "I think you should let them sleep. You should get Caitlin tomorrow morning. I'm sure that they are both alright."
Despite my dunkerness, I knew that he was right, I shouldn't disturb them. I turned towards my own room and Chris followed me to my room. He stayed with me so long that I got changed and went to bed. I guess that he was just making sure that I didn't really went to get Caitlin from Glenn in the middle of the night. Just before I turned the night light off, I smiled a little to my brother.
"Chris, I'm happy that you are still here."
"I know, Tinnie. Me too."
I remembered that I wasn't supposed to talk to him ever again, but I changed my mind, I couldn't be without talking to him. Then I turned the light off and I guess I was asleep immediately, because I didn't heard Chris leaving the room.
On next morning I woke up with a killer headache. I stood up carefully and went to shower, where I remembered the call, which I had made to Dave on previous night and I guess it is clear without saying, that I wasn't too pleased about myself. I thought that I had to call him and try to explain my behaviour... But first I planned to get Caitlin from Glens room, because we had to go to airport soon anyway. Just when I was ready to go and get my daugher, there was knock in my door and I saw Chris standing behind it holding Caitlin.
"You don't look so good, sis." Chris grinned.
"I don't feel so good either." I grimaced.
"That's not a wonder. You drank quite heavily." Chris stated the obvious when he entered my room. "Glen left already and he brought Caitlin to me."
"I thought so." I said taking her.
Chris went soon back to his room to back his stuff and I did the same. Just before we left to airport, I called Dave who sounded rather amused, when I tried to explain my previous call, I guess he wasn't too pissed that I did wake him after all.
My parents took Caitlin for next couple of weeks and I got the change to concentrate totally to my work again. I started to hear some disturbing rumours about Dave and despite Chris enjured that those were bogus, I still got a little worried. I didn't ask about those from Dave, when I spoke with him and he didn't say anything, but I still wasn't relaxed. I got even more closer with John, but Dave was still my boyfriend, although I hadn't seen him for almost four weeks.
And then there was Chris... Stephanie McMahon was back and she and my brother had a past. Well, Steph was married to Paul, but I knew that there was some troubles in their marriage and I knew that Chris still had feelings for Steph. At least it didn't seem first that Chris was comforting her too closely, but I still kept a close eye with my brother. I don't have nothing against Stephanie and we are friends, but I was concerned for my brother's sake, I didn't want Paul to beat him to death for coming on to his wife.
We had a show in Detroit, when Trish practically ran to first aid room and slammed the door closed behind making me to look him amazed.
"Con, hide me somewhere. Please!" She sounded desperate.
"Mickie?" I asked holding my laugh, we all knew how Mickie was following Trish everywhere.
"Yeah. I can't stand her following me everywhere I go." Trish sighed.
"I can see your point. I would be annyed myself." I laughed.
Then Shawn came for patching and when he had left, and Mickie hadn't come look for Trish from first aid, my very good blonde friend turned to me.
"I guess you have heard rumours about Dave and Candice Michelle."
"Yeah, I have." I said quietly.
"You know, Dave isn't that kind of guy who jumps to bed with any woman." When I didn't say anything, she continued. "And Candice is a slut."
"I don't know... I heard that they are really close." I said, though I didn't believe that Dave would cheat on me, I still got jealous.
"You shouldn't believe everything what you hear." Trish said just before she left the room.
I knew that she was right, but I can't help it if I jump to wrong conclusions, like I usually do.
Only few minutes after Trish had left, my mobile chirped and because I hadn't any work to do, I answered when I saw it was Dave who was calling.
"What the hell is that talk about you and Cena fooling around!" Came the furious voice from other side of the line after I had answered.
