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Title: Lasting Impressions

Rating: T may go up to M

Summary -Two people who are complete opposites to one another one a struggling waitress the other a wealthy playboy share one very bad first impression after another can it lead to better things or will it all just end in trouble and is anybody truly happy these days find out as we look into the troubled lives of people around them too.

Characters - Trish, Amy/Lita, Victoria, Melina, Torrie, Randy, Chris Jericho, AJ Styles, Jeff Hardy and plenty more and I mean plenty!

Genre - Another AU as i love them. This has everything including Romance, Drama maybe some angst.

A/N: I have no idea where the idea for this story came from but i just started writing and didn't stop. This is probably going to be a long one like all my others as i have lots of ideas for it.

Anyway hope you enjoy and don't forget the reviews!


Lasting Impressions

Chapter 1 – Troubled Lives We Lead.

The blonde sighed as she glanced down at her watch one more time she was nearly fifteen minutes late already Eric was probably going to put her head on a spike by now.

Suddenly the rumbling underneath her feet stopped meaning the train had come to a holt surging everyone including her forward a little. Finally getting her balance she stood up and raced to the double doors as they opened, farto slowly for her liking. Running through them she passed through the crowd the exit sign in her sights, taking the stairs two at a time. Finally she emerged in the cold night air of the sidewalk and exited the subway for good.

Sighing again as she was hit by enormous rain drops that seemed to be coming from nowhere, was she the only one getting wet? Realising she had no time to worry about that she began to run again dodging through the crowd of busy people yelling apologizes as she did. Finally managed to cross the road unscathed, something considered quite a triumph in New York these days. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks her eyes opened wide as she looked down at her feet.

"SHIT!"

Two metres from the building and she'd managed to run through the only puddle on the sidewalk. This day was going from bad to worse in under ten seconds. Looking down she let out her third sigh as she saw her new boots covered in muddy water. Her brand new boots which cost her a months rent where practically ruined already. Why did she have to buy them? Why did they have to be so beautiful?

Remembering her predicament she breathed deeply and continued walking maybe she could rescue them later or maybe not she sighed. Finally after a hectic thirty minutes instead of the usual ten minutes journey she arrived at work and entered ready for the firing squad to attack. Walking through the double doors she was greeted by the familiar smell of stale beer and cigarettes and the familiar sound of loud music and the general laughing and talking of people. She made her way steadily through the crowd's of people some stood up others sat at tables. Smiling as she saw some of her co-workers who had arrive early going about there work serving drinks, taking orders, cleaning up dirty glasses and plates.

"You're late," a cheerful blonde laughed walking past with a tray full of drinks.

"Yeah I know is he here?" she asked looking over her shoulder.

"Yep."

She rolled her eyes and continued walking towards the bar where a very tall broad looking guy was sat reading a newspaper. He smiled as he saw her approaching and opened the door to let her go behind the bar area.

"Thanks Paul," she called out as the door closed.

"No problem," Paul responded sitting back down reading the sports section.

Continuing her way forward she entered a back room where she immediately stopped at the sound of the voice behind her. Turing she saw the man she had been hoping had been abducted by aliens or something but nothing good like that ever happened to her.

"Trish! How nice of you to join us I thought you'd forgotten you worked here," a small grey-haired man called out sarcastically.

"Sorry Eric classes ran late and then there was some sort of black out on the subway I got here as soon as I could," Trish winced as she explained.

"Trish remember what I told you about those classes interfering with work?" Eric said sternly.

"Give her a break Eric she said sorry plus you got me here anyway and it's not like were rushed off our feet yet is it," a redhead said walking into the back room.

"Well just don't let it happen again I don't want to fire my best waitress," Eric said waving his hands as he walked off from where the redhead had appeared.

"Thanks Ames," Trish said as she took off her soaked jacked and hung it up.

"No problem us independent women have to stick together right," Amy nodded.

Trish walked closer and tilted her head to the side looking sympathetically at her close friend, "things not going well with you and Matt?" Trish asked.

"Horrible we broke up again but this time I think it's permanent," Amy nodded shrugging.

"I think its for the best anyway Ames you two are scary together I swear one day someone will end up dead," Trish laughed.

Amy nodded and shrugged as she followed Trish into another room, which unlike the bar area was rather quiet and peaceful. No red and black paint instead was peach and white with floral décor. Trish walked over to the right corner and opened her locker placing her things inside and checking her reflection one more time. Trish had shoulder length wavy blonde hair and hazel eyes, she was what people called a natural beauty, as she didn't prefer make up except when she was working like now. Her clothing was mainly casual like jeans and a t-shirt except when she was working where it was short skirts and low cut tops. When she was satisfied she slammed the door shut and turned to Amy.

"Can I ask you a favour?"

Amy laughed shaking her head and putting her hand up, "no way I'm not covering for you again."

"Please Ames just Friday night there's this dance exhibition I really wanna go to it'll help me so much with my classes," Trish pleaded.

Amy remained shaking her head, "sorry but I just want one Friday night off please I've done the last sixteen?"

"Please Ames one more won't hurt will it," Trish pleaded.

Amy lifted her shoulders in a slight shrug, "sorry no can do."

Trish sighed and pursed her lips a sudden thought coming to her mind as she looked over at the redhead, "where's Vicky?"

"She's on her break on the roof but I don't think it's wise," Amy said raising her eyebrows.

Trish laughed and walked past Amy to a set of stairs just behind her not looking back as she climbed them. Amy laughed to herself and collapsed down into one of the sofas grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. Amy had seen the mood Victoria had been in when she had arrived earlier and had decided to stay out of the raven haired woman's way. Amy wasn't afraid of much but she wasn't brave enough to annoy Victoria.

Amy Dumas had long fiery red hair down her back and hazel eyes. She was of Irish and French descent, which accounted for her fair complexion and like her hair she had a fiery attitude to match. One of the main reasons Eric had hired her as she had a way of keeping the male customers in check.

Trish opened the door to the roof and walked out seeing it had stopped raining she stepped out from under the shelter and walked to the edge. Trish loved to stand up there a lot of the time and just look down on life, at all the hundreds of people that were down there all with there own problems and stories. Trish and Amy would just sit up there sometimes and make up stories about people to pass the time.

Amy and Trish were pretty close as Amy had been Trish's first real friend when she had moved to the city four years ago from her home in Toronto. Amy had been the one to get Trish the job at the bar as Amy had been working there at the time. Unlike Amy Trish was a quiet person who wouldn't dream of putting somebody out. To this day Trish still didn't understand how she had gotten the job as she wasn't like the other odd balls she worked with.

"Looking for me?"

Trish snapped out of her thoughts and looked round to see a tall slim built raven colour haired woman behind her who was smiling. Trish smiled back, "Hey V."

"How's it goin?" Victoria asked walking next to Trish and looking down.

"Horrible my class ran twenty minutes late then I had to sit next to a sweaty fat guy for thirty minutes on the subway, some little kid spilled juice over my purse, I ran through a puddle in my new boots, I'm late on rent this month and I was late for work again," Trish finished and looked over at Victoria, "apart from that I'm good, you?" Trish asked.

Victoria laughed a little and shook her head, "I'll spare you my problems you got enough of your own."

"Speaking of problems could you cover for me Friday?" Trish asked nervously.

Victoria turned so her back was against the railing, "Trish sweetie I would but I got Jay's mom coming from Canada on Thursday so I gotta play good little housewife, trust me if I could get out of it I would but as of Thursday I'm on vacation till next Monday," Victoria frowned.

Trish sighed and turned so she was leaning on the railing the same way Victoria was Trish knew that Victoria would probably rather work then entertain the mother-in-law from hell as Victoria called her on many occasion. Trish nodded sympathetically, "poor you I remember the wedding I thought you were going to kill his mother," Trish then laughed a little at the memory.

"Don't talk to me about that woman I swear. Because she's decided on a visit we now have to re-decorate the entire apartment in three days," Victoria sighed.

"How long is she staying for?" Trish asked.

"Until Sunday I hope, Jay keeps trying to extend it but I keep threatening to kill him," Victoria smirked a little.

Trish laughed and shook her head, "my prayers are with you."

"Have you asked the others about Friday?" Victoria changed the subject before she got the urge to hurl herself off the building to avoid her husbands mother whom she hated with a fiery passion.

"I asked Ames but she said a flat out no. I'll just have to work it I guess," Trish shrugged nonchalantly.

"What about Mel or Torrie or even Jeff and Rob I'm sure they could waitress tables?" Victoria laughed thinking of the two bartenders.

"I'll ask later but I better go Eric is already pissed at me because I'm late…I'll be glad when I get my car back," Trish said as she walked towards the roof door and opened it. Turning one last time to Victoria she waved and walked through the door closing it behind her.

Trish walked back down the stair into the room Amy was in who looked up at her as she entered. Trish shook her head to Amy nodded knowingly. Sighing Trish grabbed her apron on tied it round herself.

"You coming?" Trish looked down at Amy.

"I'm on break I got another ten minutes left," Amy smiled.

"You planning on doing anything today?" Eric asked walking back into the staff room.

"I was just going," Trish motioned down to her apron.

"Well get a move it's getting pretty busy out there," Eric said turning round.

"Hey Eric!" Trish yelled out. Eric stopped and turned round to face the blonde.

"I was wondering if I could get an advance this months pay check? You see my rents kinda due and I'm kinda short," Trish asked smiling.

"Sorry but I can't Vince won't let me," Eric said shrugging, "he's pretty strict about that ever since we let Shelton have his and then he quit."

"That's okay," Trish sighed.

Eric nodded and turned round then continued to walk the way he had been going. Trish breathed deep and walked out ready to take whatever this evening threw at her nothing could be so bad could it?


One hour later and a few blocks away three young men were currently walking on the sidewalk. They were dressed up as though they were going out for the evening. The rain had seized for now so they were making the most of the dry weather and walking to their destination.

"So where did you say we were going again?" a blonde man looked behind him at his friend.

"The Phoenix," his brunette friend replied.

"Where the fuck is that?" the blonde man asked.

"Some bar in town," the brunette man shrugged.

"Some bar so it could be a complete dive then?" the blonde man pulled a face.

"Look Chris I don't know Randy just said it was a good bar okay so ask him any questions you have," the brunette man answered his friend sounding aggravated by the questions.

The two just nodded and looked round to see exactly where their third friend was. Walking a few metres behind them he was engrossed in a conversation on his cell phone, not noticing the other two had stopped he walked into them causing him to drop his cell phone on the concrete floor.

"Hey what the fuck are you doing?" Randy yelled.

"AJ said something about a bar called the Phoenix?" Chris asked.

Randy sighed and put his cell back to his ear, "I'll call you later, bye," Randy then snapped his cell shut and looked up at his two friends unimpressed.

"I told him what you told me about the bar," AJ said putting his hands in his pants pocket.

"I've never been there so I don't know but some guys at work told me about it apparently the waitress's are pretty hot," Randy smirked.

"Good enough for me," AJ shrugged looking over at Chris who was quiet.

"Guess so," Chris nodded.

Randy sighed, "Chris it's been too long you need to get back out there and what better than hot waitress's in low cut shirts," Randy smirked again but Chris remained silent, "dude you know she's out there doing the same."

"Yeah I know," Chris nodded sighing.

"So then lets go hot women are waiting for us," Randy ushering his friends along.

"What about Stacy?" AJ asked.

"What about her she's probably off fucking some other guy as we speak," Randy shrugged at the mention of his on again off again girlfriend.

"So who was on the phone then?" Chris asked confused.

"Oh some chick I met last night can't remember her name but she had a huge rack, know what a mean," Randy nodded smugly.

AJ and Chris shook their head and rolled their eyes at their friend. They weren't shocked in the slightest at his behaviour as Randy Orton was widely know as a ladies man and never held a steady girlfriend except for Stacy but you wouldn't call her a girlfriend but more of a casual fuck every now and then. The three continued walking to their destination the Phoenix bar situated in the heart of New York City and regarded as one of the cities hottest nightspots. After a few more minutes the three arrived and automatically cut the queue as Randy was highly know in the city as being incredibly wealthy and a VIP.

When they walked inside they were greeted by a cheerful blonde hostess wearing an all in one denim body suit. Her hair was in tight spiral curls and she had blue eyes. Smiling widely at the three men she gestured for them to follow her. Walking further inside they looked around seeing long rectangle shaped room. At the front was dozens of tables and chair and at the outside of the room were booths. Towards the back up some stairs there were more chairs but this time just for drinking. Then right at the back was the bar where there were currently a few bartenders serving. The room was painted in red and back with art work hanging from the walls and ceiling.

The men found a booth in the back corner and sat down the blonde hostess handed them a menu and took their drinks orders telling them a waitress would come to take their orders soon she then walked away leaving them to talk among themsleves.

Randy nudged Chris and grinned, "see what I mean by hot waitresses," Randy smirked.


A small brunette woman came running in through the back door of the building out of the cold rain that had began to fall again. She was holding the hand of a young boy ten years old to be precise. They ran into the back room and he sat down while she quickly took off her jacket then turned to the boy.

"Okay you sit there and don't move until I say. Just watch some TV," she smiled at her son.

"Okay mom," the boy nodded reaching for the remote.

The woman nodded and walked over to her locker and opened putting her purse and jacket inside and looking at her reflection the rain meant she wasn't looking her best, which wasn't hard considering the day she'd had.

"Melina hi," came a surprised voice from behind her, "didn't think you were coming in tonight. Eric said something about a mumbled message you left earlier," Trish said walking into the room.

Melina turned to her friend, "yeah I wasn't then I remembered I'm broke so I had to."

"What happened?" Trish looked at Jake then to Melina noticing the anxiety that was coming from the usual peaceful brunette.

"Oh I left Jake with Johnny for two hours and I get a call telling me their in the ER apparently something about a BMX accident, can you believe it I leave the moron with him for two god damn hours and he ends up almost dead," Melina yelled throwing her hands up in the air.

"Mom it was an accident I'm fine," Jake said rolling his eyes.

"You obviously don't know your father very well," Melina turned her attention back to Trish, "so anyway I had to drop everything and head over there. Four hours later I get out then I had to dash over here as there was no way I leaving him in the hands of that idiot for another minutes so I had to bring him here," Melina sighed finished.

Trish raised her eyebrows, "I thought I had problems, well let me know if you need anything okay," Trish smiled at Jake and then turned as she heard her name being called. Looking round she saw a petite blonde poking her head through the door.

"Table twelve needs it drinks," the blonde said cheerfully.

"Sure I'll be right there," Trish nodded then waved at Melina as she walked out to the bar area.

"Was that Mel?" the blonde asked.

"Yeah she's having trouble with Johnny again," Trish nodded.

"Poor woman," the blonde looked sympathetically.

"Hey Torrie could you do me a favour?" Trish asked suddenly breaking the silence.

"Sorry Trish Ames already warned me and I can't as of tomorrow I'm on vacation I shouldn't even be here today but I'm covering for Mickie," Torrie shrugged.

"Great," Trish frowned.

Trish walked away from Torrie and grabbed a tray that was propped on the bar that had a number twelve stuck to it. Trish looked over at the table as she approached it there were three guys two with short brown hair and the other with ear length blonde hair. They all looked up as they saw her walking over Trish could tell by the looks on their faces especially one of them who looked at his friends and smirked that this was going to be tough. Trish reached the table and placed the tray down and handed each one their order they seemed pretty polite but they hadn't spoken yet.

"So is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?" Trish asked cheerfully.

"Well it depends on what you're offering?" Randy raised his eyebrows.

Trish held the urge to vomit back and simply smiled, "I'll be back in a moment to take your food order," she then turned on her heels and walked away.

"Dude what did you do that for?" AJ laughed.

"Oh come on I was joking plus did you see the ass on her," Randy leaned forward to watch Trish walk away.

Chris and AJ both laughed at their friend's behaviour none of it they weren't used to after all the years they had known him. Finally the three settled and began to drink their drinks as they skimmed the menu deciding on what to eat.

Trish sighed as she reached the bar and dropped the empty drinks tray down and ran a hand through her hair. This really had been a bad day so far and it looked to be getting worse. As she was standing there in her thoughts a familiar face appeared in front of her.

"Bad day?" the person asked.

Trish looked up at the bartender that was stood in front of her, "usual jerks nothing I can't handle."

"You sure?" he asked leaning on his elbows as.

"Yes Jeff plus what are you going to do about it?" Trish laughed.

"Well nothing I was gonna get Ames," Jeff laughed.

"Trust me I got," Trish smiled evilly.

"Okay I was just trying to help that's what bartenders do I have to listen to peoples problems," Jeff shrugged then turned to serve some people that were waiting next to Trish.

Trish laughed a little then leaned back on the bar glancing over at table twelve the three men were currently laughing at something Trish assumed it was probably a dirty joke or something they looked they type. That's when it dawned on her they were that type so why was she bothered they were nothing she hadn't seen or heard before. No problem at all Trish thought but something inside her was screaming otherwise.


A/N: So that's the first chapter it was a long one as I couldn't stop writing I've even done the next chapter already as well as the third one. Lots of characters in this story as you could see so as well as the main story with Trish and Randy i plan on doing side stories with the others.

Reviews appreciated as always so don't forget as i love knowing what you think.