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Chapter 5 : Drinking, Apologies and Denial.
It was Tuesday night in Cincinnati and the SmackDown taping had ended around two hours ago. Randy arrived in his hotel room after going with his father to the airport to see off Sam and his mother Elaine since they were both going back to St Louis that night.
Randy had to admit he was more relieved than he probably should have been. A normal guy would have been thrilled to spend extra time with his fiancé but not Randy, the minute he saw her he became on edge.
Why? He thought furiously. Why did she have to come on the road?
Picking up his wallet he decided that the only thing that was gonna help him tonight was not in his room, he decided it was in the hotel bar.
"Can I get a whisky? And er…don't be shy with it."
"Coming right up," the bartender said.
Placing the glass and a napkin in front of him the man poured a very healthy shot into the glass.
"You look like you're having a bad time," he said putting the bottle down.
"The worst," Randy muttered solemnly. "But," he said picking up his glass, "this dulls it some."
"Well don't get too drunk," the bartender said, "my job description doesn't involve escorting wasted patrons up to their rooms."
"Don't worry," Randy replied easily, "The plan is for me to get so wasted I won't even be able to tell you where my room is. Everyone's a winner."
Nearly an hour later the alcohol finally started to take effect. He was in that amazing time between being sober and drunk were your life seemed perfect and you couldn't help but be in a good mood. Or at least that's what it would have been like with a normal man. But Randy is no normal man, after all how else do you explain him not wanting his fiancé around. No instead of feeling merry he was getting more depressed with every shot.
"So then she says that she is going back home. I think she was expecting me to ask her to stay," Randy said to the bartender who seemed to be talking to Randy to avoid any other work. "I didn't obviously; I mean even if I wanted her to I wouldn't have asked her, it's a matter of health and safety. Jenni looked ready to beat the life out of her on the plane."
"Would you have stopped her?"
"What?" Randy asked.
"Would you have stopped her? This friend of yours, this Jenni woman, if her and your girlfriend fought each other, would you stop them?
"What kind of question is that suppose to be?" Randy said with a slight slur.
"It's the kind of question you haven't answered," a female voice from behind them said.
Randy groaned slightly at the woman who moved and leaned against the bar, surveying him critically.
"Well Randy answer the question. If I got so angry at Sam that I decided it was time to beat the hell out of her, would you stop me?"
"Oh you're Jenni then?" the bartender asked.
"Yes. She's Jenni." Randy muttered turning to look at her.
Taking one look into his eyes she turned to the man standing behind the bar, "How much have you given him to drink?"
"Well, erm…" he didn't answer the question, the look in her eyes made him question weather or not that was a good idea. Instead he turned his head to look at the nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the bar.
Jenni following his gaze said angrily, "Are you kidding me?" When the bartender shook his head she spoke again this time to Randy, "Ok Sailor, that's your lot, come on."
"No," he said shrugging off his arm. "I'm not going anywhere, I happen to be having fun sitting here talking to," he frowned looking at the bartender who was wearing a name tag, "John."
"His name tag say's Jake you retard, but can I ask, what kind of bartender wears a name tag? I've been to a lot off bars in a lot of countries and not once have I seen them wearing one," Jenni said.
"Oh we do because the manager thinks its better that the customers know our names, in case anything happens," Jake replied.
"Oh so in case anything happens your manger wants drunk people to be able to read your name tags." She paused and looked at Randy's drunken state which currently involved him trying to drink out of an empty glass. "You might want to tell the manager to re-think that mate."
"Will do, Do you need help getting him to his room?"
"No it's fine I've got it. Come on Randy." Jennifer said wrapping his right arm around her shoulder.
"No Jenni, I'm fine here. Besides you can't walk me to my room, Sam's visiting. Remember, you nearly beat her up on the plane."
"Yes I remember however I also know that she isn't here. I saw you're dad in the lobby, he told me that you'd seen her to the airport."
"Oh he told you that," Randy asked finally standing up. "Yeah well she decided she didn't want to stay any longer than she already had."
"You poor thing, the fiancé abandoned you. I'm sure you'll be crying into your pillow," she said sarcastically while half carrying – half dragging him over to the elevator.
"Crying into the pillow," he said with a dark laugh, "more like laughing myself to sleep. I was worried I was gonna be stuck with her for a while."
"She's you're fiancé Randy, your gonna be stuck with her for the rest of your life."
"Whoopde fucking do," he said darkly.
Arriving at his hotel room she asked where his hotel key card was.
"No idea," he said stumbling against the wall when she let go of him.
"You mean you don't know?" she asked as though he was stupid.
"Well Jenni that's generally what 'no idea' means. I mean, I don't know if there's some kind of different meaning to it in England but we're in America now babe." Randy said, putting together a more structured sentence that she would have expected in his condition.
"What I meant, oh sarcastic friend of mine, is how can you not know where your key card is?"
"Well it's pretty simple, I don't know."
Jenni frowned at him before moving closer to him and putting her hands in his jacket pockets.
"Hey Jenni, if you wanna mug me, could you be less obvious about it? This just makes me look like a complete pussy."
Jennifer ignored him. Not finding the key card in his jacket she moved her hands into his pants pockets.
"Wow babe, I had no idea you were so keen. If you wanted anreason to feel me up you should have just said. Or at least come up with a better excuse, the 'lost key card' bit is so obvious," he said with a laugh.
"Shut up," she said extracting her hand from his back pocket with the key card clutched tightly.
She swiped it through the lock on the door and it opened, she grasped his arm and walked him into the room. She walked him over to the bed before pushing him onto it and beginning to walk away towards the door.
"That's it?" Randy said in mock scandal. "You're gonna feel me up, throw me down on the bed and then walk away…you tease."
Even in his not quite sober brain he noticed that his bad mood had started to lift and he was feeling more cheery since she had shown up. Only then did he look at her properly and realise that she looked like she was on a night out, her short skirt and tight top hugged her curves so well that he could have stared at her for hours.
"Where've you been? You look like you've been out," Randy said finally.
"You just answered your own question, I've been out." Jennifer answered irritably
"Ok smartass, where did you go?"
"Just too a club with some of the guys but I wasn't very good company so I came back, didn't wanna spoil anyone else's night." Jenni said before turning and heading towards the door again.
"Hey…wait up. Where are you going?" Randy asked.
"Back to my room, I'll see ya around some time," Jenni answered with a slightly sad tone in her voice.
"Hey wait," he asked. When she didn't stop he stood up unsteadily and moved over to her, reaching her as she opened the door. She stayed turned away from him and made a move to continue walking so he grabbed her arm.
"Jenni what's going on?" Randy asked forcing her to turn and look at him.
"Nothing, I'm fine," she muttered keeping her eyes down.
"No you're not," he said stumbling slightly, "what's up babe?"
She didn't answer but he took the fact that that she hadn't pushed him off and walked away as a good thing.
He lifted his left hand and moved her head up so that she had to look him in the eye. There were tears in her eyes but she seemed determined not to cry.
"Hey," he said softly, "what's wrong? Has someone said something? Done something?" When she didn't answer he urged her to talk a little more, "Come on babe…we always talk about anything, why won't you tell me?"
"I'm sorry," Jenni said quietly, so quiet he almost didn't hear it.
"What for?" he asked confused.
"What happened on the plane, I know I shouldn't let her get to me but I just…I'm sorry."
"Babe, don't worry about it," he said sincerely, suddenly realising he was a lot less drunk. "Sam went over the line. Anyway, I was quite proud of you. If it had been me in that position I probably would have hit her. Hard."
Seeing her smile slightly he pulled her into a hug. She responded wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head into his chest. They stood like that for several minutes. Even though Jennifer had seemed fine after the first minute; Randy was reluctant to let go.
She eventually pulled away quite awkwardly and said, "Sorry about that. Nearly crying, how girly was that?"
"I don't mind. I quite like the fact that you're not as strong as you make out."
"If you say so, I should let you get some sleep. Don't forget to drink some water before you go to bed or you're head is gonna hurt like hell tomorrow."
"Fine leave me here all alone," he laughed. "Tomorrow morning, breakfast?"
"You sure you're gonna be in fit state?" Jenni asked smirking.
"I'll be fine," he said playfully smacking her arm. "I haven't drank that much."
She would have believed him if he hadn't stumbled backwards immediately after saying it.
"Ok then Sailor. Tomorrow morning I'll swing by your room and we'll go, yeah?"
"Great, see you tomorrow."
"Bye babe." She leaned up and kissed his cheek before walking out the door leaving him standing there.
He stood there unmoving for a minute before reaching up with his hand and gently touching the spot on his cheek where she had kissed him.
He sighed before getting ready for bed; ignoring what Jenni told him about drinking water he just lay down and fell asleep.
At 9.30 the next morning Randy was in the shower trying to fend off the hangover that had been plaguing him since Jenni had woken him up with a half an hour earlier.
"You know Randy; I did tell you to drink some water. That really helps against keeping off a hangover," a female shouted from the bed.
"Shut up." Randy shouted back but flinched as his head throbbed.
It was nearly an hour later that his headache finally left his body and he lay on the bed talking to Jenni after finishing their room service.
"So they've moved the house show to tomorrow."
"Why bother with that?"
"I don't know," Jennifer answered. "Something about costs or something. Besides I'm not too bothered, means we get an extra day off. Now we're off until next week."
"I thought you had an appearance on Friday."
"I do, but it's in New York. Not all that far from my place," Jenni said.
Randy scoffed. "Why the hell do you live in New York? I can't work out what possessed you to move there."
"I like it."
"So? I like a lot of places but I wouldn't live there. When's your lease up for your place anyway? Maybe I can convince you to move before you re-sign."
"March," she said. "But it doesn't matter. I like my flat."
"Now don't get me wrong, your place is great. I'm not knocking that."
"Your not?"
"No. It's New York in general. I could live there for a bit but with all the travelling you do you live there semi-permanently; I don't know how you do it."
"Of course you don't. You're a Missouri man through and through. Not living in St Louis would probably kill you."
"Hey," he said indignantly, "I move away to join the Military-"
"-You went AWOL-"
"-and I moved to go to OVW," he continued as if there had been no interruption.
"Yeah but as soon as you got the chance you moved back home."
Seeing him still look indignant she spoke in a playful tone, "Oh Randy don't pout, its okay that you went straight back home. If you're gonna pout about something you should pout about the fact that I think you're a complete mummy's boy."
"What!" He shouted sitting up from the bed, "I am NOT a mommy's boy."
"Oh for Gods sake Randy lay down. Its okay, I quite like it. You get this really cute smile on your face every time you see her." Jennifer said with a smile on her face.
"I do not — cute huh?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said still smiling. "It's quite adorable actually. But of course if you have a problem with that."
"No, no it's fine." Randy paused a second before adding, "It's probably best that we keep that just between us to though. I may be a mommy's boy but I still have a reputation to protect."
"Consider it our secret," she said poking him in the side.
"Good. So…you think I'm cute huh? Oh really its ok I don't mind. I quite like it." Randy said mimicking her, "your whole face lights up when you see me and you get this really sexy little smile on that beautiful face of yours."
"You wish mate," Jenni said laughing.
"Yeah I do," he said without really thinking.
"Careful babe, I might start to get arrogant."
Randy stayed quiet for a second before he noted Jenni looking at him curiously.
Recovering quickly, not wanting Jenni to think anything was wrong he threw back a sarcastic comment. "Start to get arrogant Jenni? Sorry Hun, you've been arrogant for a long time.
"Charming."
Later that day the pair were sitting watching television in the hotel room when Randy's phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hi baby, how's your day been?"
"Sam, hi. It's been fine, you know, relaxing."
"That's good."
"Yeah so, what have you been up to today?"
"Funny you should ask that. I was looking at lots of wedding magazines. I thought it was time we start planning the wedding."
"The wedding?"
"Yes. We could have a New Years Eve Wedding if you—"
"No! I mean no, I think we should wait until at least next year or the year after."
"WHAT! Why wait that long? You love me, why wouldn't you wanna marry me."
"Sam, it's not that I don't want to it's just that I think we should wait."
"Why? Is this Jenni's idea?"
"Oh for Gods sake why do you bring everything back to Jenni?"
"Why do you? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Sam I am NOT talking to you when you're like this. I'll call you tomorrow."
Randy angrily hung up the phone. He looked over at Jenni could tell from the look on her face that she was desperate not to make a scathing remark.
"She asked me if I wanted a New Years Eve Wedding." Randy finally said.
"Well that was stupid, does that woman have no brains?"
"Yeah well she asked me if I thought she was stupid."
"Ooh, she shouldn't open that box."
Lying in his bed that night he reflected on his day. He had spent the whole day with Jennifer they hadn't really done anything except just hang out. Even his bad phone call to Sam wasn't enough to ruin his good mood. He thought about the idea of marrying his fiancé, especially marrying her soon, and the idea just didn't appeal to him.
Something had changed of late and he couldn't put his finger on it, or at least he was doing a good job denying the fact that he got a knot in his stomach whenever he was near his best friend, he was denying that she had been invading his dreams lately and along with so many other things he was denying the way he suddenly realised that everything she wore hugged her body so perfectly that he was wondering what she looked like out of them.
That was something that confused him. He had always known that Jenni was gorgeous. He always complimented her on how she looked and he had always joked that her ring attire made her look like the sexiest stripper he had ever laid his eyes on. But lately he found himself thinking about it more and more. He found himself physically attracted to her.
But he had a fiancé, and Jenni was his best friend. He didn't want to ruin what they had over some silly crush that was going to go away. No that would be silly. He'll get over it in no time.
Or at least that's what he was telling himself.
Ok so that was Chapter 5 I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you guys think. The next chapter should be up in a few days.
Love Ya! DollFace!
