"Woah Miss divas champ" Denise says, linking her arm through mine as I attempt to make my way to catering. Jon is still in the locker room packing his stuff away, and I got bored so decided to go see what goodies were still on the tables. "It's Mrs divas champ" I grin, waving my wedding ring at her but letting her hold on to my arm anyway. "What's up future Mrs Nemeth?" She slaps me playfully. "Quit it" she warns. "One day at a time. Anyway, where are you going? Shouldn't you be celebrating with that ruggedly handsome husband of yours?" "Yep" I say. "But I need cake. Or water. Probably just water. Damn stupid skimpy barely there shorts for ring gear wasn't Sandra's brightest idea... Oh, hey Sandra!" "Yes Lora" she warns. "I heard that. But, if you want cake, go get cake, you've earned it." I smile, breaking away from Denise to hug her quickly. "Thank you" I whisper before letting her go. She pats my arm and watches as I catch up to Denise. "Come on" Denise says, quickly pulling me to the gorilla position. "We'll go this way and get you something from the concessions stand. Don't panic, the arena is empty." "No" I say, attempting to pull her back toward catering. "I didn't bring any cash, and I don't need to pay in catering." She pulls me along with her again, damn, she's strong. "Dammit Denise!" I yell. "What is up with you?" "Lora" she warns. "Renee is in catering." I pause for a second, a mere second, before shrugging. "So?" I ask. "I'm a big girl. I can take it." Denise shrugs and follows me to catering.
"So what?" I hear Renee whine. I look at Denise and she nods, so we hide around the corner, eavesdropping. "She marries Ambrose so now she gets, like, the hugest push ever? Wait, is hugest even a word? Ah who cares, you know what I mean, right?" "They've been married over a year Renee" Summer whines back. "You seriously need to get over the guy, and stop with the hints on social media. Just because Jon isn't on there, Lora is. I can't believe I'm saying this, but you could split them up. You need to stop." Renee giggles. "I can't believe you're telling me to stop, Summer" she says. "I mean, wasn't that mask on my windowsill just perfect at Christmas? Or me hinting at being in the middle of nowhere for New Years?" "People aren't falling for your shit anymore Renee" Brie warns. "Lora has friends around here. Lots of them. And the fans know Jon is married now, so now you're just looking sad..." "And desperate" I say, finally walking around the corner. "You forgot desperate, Brie. But hey, what's a word forgotten between friends, huh? By the way, drinks are on Hunter at the bar tonight, tell Nikki and I'll see you there. I'll make sure your name is on the list. I'm sure we can all guess who isn't invited." I purposely look at Summer and Renee before grabbing a few bottles of water for the guys and heading back to Denise.
"Oh my fucking God!" she squeals, taking her hand away from her mouth. "I literally had to bite my own finger to stop myself laughing out loud! You, my dear, are a master! Come on, let's go get you back to the guys before something else happ... Woah! What the fuck?" We spin around, catching Renee putting her hands back by her sides as Brie and Summer just stare at her. I watch the empty bottle bounce down the corridor before turning back to face her. Brie and Summer shake their heads at her, walking away from her and towards Denise and I. "You're on your own after that little stunt Renee" Summer says, dismissing her with a wave. "Lora, care for some more company?" I don't have a chance to say anything, all three women can tell I'm seething inside and they quickly pull me down the corridor back towards the guys locker room.
"Let me get back at that fucking bitch!" I yell as they push me into the room. "Jon!" Denise yells. "Grab her! Quickly!" Jon runs out of the bathroom and grabs my arm. "Hey!" he says soothingly, kissing my head as he pulls me against him. "Baby, what's wrong? Jeez Lora! Fuck! That's gonna bruise! Wait! Where the fuck...?" I push past Denise and Summer and head back up the corridor. Naturally my husband is faster than me and manages to catch me just before I get back to catering. "Enough Lora" he warns, picking me up and pushing me against the wall. "You wanna explain what's going on? Or why you kicked me? You do realise you've probably bruised my shin, right?" I shake my head, still looking past him towards catering. "Let me go Jon" I say calmly. "I'm ok, I promise." He shakes his head. "Nope" he says. "Not until you tell me what's up there." "What is about right" I mumble. "Renee is up there. She decided to wait until my back was turned to throw an empty water bottle at my head." "Oh" he says, putting me down slowly, a wicked grin slowly spreading across his face. "Well, why didn't you say so? Go get her, tiger." I kiss him quickly before running the rest of the corridor to get to her.
Unluckily for her, her back is to me as I run up behind her quietly. "So yeah" she drawls to Hunter. "I miss it here. Like, really. And was wondering if..." She doesn't get to finish. Hunters eyes widen as I push her straight into the catering table, slamming her face straight into a slab of cake. "Mission accomplished" I say, wiping my hands on my shorts before skipping back down the corridor to Jon.