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Trish's eyes instantly sparkled when she spotted her out of the corner of her eye. Torrie was just arriving, wheeling her luggage behind her. So that's why she hadn't run into her last night, she wasn't even in the hotel.
"Well Hello Ms. Wilson." Trish said cheerily, rocking on her heals as she greeted the Idaho native.
Smiling at her sarcastically Torrie quickly said hello before turning her attention back to balancing her bags and fiddling with her key card.
"Oh come on Torrie don't give me the cold shoulder, we're just having a friendly chat here." The Canadian told her, breaking the silence.
"Nothing about you is friendly."
Trish held a hand to her chest in mock pain, pretending to be offended, "Ouch, that hurts."
Torrie couldn't help but smile, "Yeah well it's true." She said with a laugh, still fumbling to open the door.
"Here let me help you." Trish said suddenly, reaching out and taking the card from the blonde to swipe it and open the door for her.
"Thanks." The American responded, although her voice sounded anything but thankful.
A wide smile spread across the women's champion's face, "See I'm a nice person."
"What do you want Patricia?" She spat out of nowhere, growing tired of the woman's games. She knew that there was no way Trish was just being a kind soul, she wanted something and Torrie had an idea of what that something was.
She amused Trish; it was cute that she saw through her crap, "Nothing Torrie, does a friend have to want something to talk to another friend."
"When its you yes," She said without thinking, "...and your not my friend." Torrie added quickly, not wanting to give her any opening what so ever.
Trish smirked at her, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. I'm just being curious here; I mean your showing up pretty late aren't you? Everyone else arrived last night. Where were you?"
Torrie decided it was best to just answer her question, maybe then if she was lucky Trish would just go away. "If you must know," She began, dropping her suitcase to fold her arms over her chest, "I stayed with a friend last night."
The Canadian gasped, "Stayed with a friend?" She repeated, "Are you cheating on me Torrie?"
All the Boise native did in response was roll her eyes…Trish could not be serious.
"Oh that's right," Trish said suddenly, laying a finger to her chin, "I'm not the one you cheat on, I'm the one you cheat with."
Torrie grabbed her arm roughly, "Will you keep your voice down! Anyone could hear you!"
A laugh escaped the Canadian's lips, "What's the matter baby, afraid someone will find out how good I am in bed and steal me away from you. Don't worry Torrie I'm not going anywhere."
"Of course your not, because that would be too good to be true."
"Harsh, Torr."
A groan escaped Torrie's lips, "Just shut up ok, I'm so sick of you." She explained, trying to escape to the inside of her room.
Trish reached out to stop her, "You weren't sick of me last night."
All Torrie wanted to do was slap the taste out the woman's mouth and storm into the room, slamming the door in Trish's face but there were two things stopping her. One it was a crowded hallway, she didn't need any questions about it later and two something inside her didn't want to hurt her. "That was a mistake."
"You keep saying that Torrie, but it keeps happening doesn't it." Trish responded, looking rather smug. It was a look that the Idaho native had groan tired of rather quickly.
Torrie didn't respond, she didn't dare. Her eyes caught glimpse of Maria walking down the hallway and she didn't want to risk her hearing anything. "End of conversation." She snapped, shaking free of Trish's grasp and heading inside, being stopped by Trish's foot.
"Actually it's far from over, and unless you'd like the lovely Maria to hear the rest of this endearing conversation, I suggest you let me inside."
Resisting the urge to shriek at the top of her lungs Torrie stepped aside. She didn't want to be alone with the bombshell but she sure as hell didn't want her late night escapades broadcast to any of the roster that just happened to be in the area.
This had trouble written all over it.