Feel This Good
Part Two
Chris hummed loudly to himself, walking around the lobby and earning looks from the various people there before returning to where the elevators were. A lopsided grin appeared on his face when he saw that it was empty, Amy not able to follow him. Pressing the up button and stepping inside the free elevator, he stared at the buttons as the doors closed. Stared and wondered where he should go. If he remembered correctly, the Rock was on the fifth floor, sharing a room with... He shrugged, not able to remember if the Great One was sharing a room or not. He pressed the button for the fifth floor anyway.
After the short ride, he stepped out and began to call for the Brahma Bull in loud whispers, not wanting to wake anyone that was sleeping. He was at the end of the hallway when the Rock had not opened the door to his hotel room. Which room that was, he had absolutely no clue.
"Rock!" he called out again, still in a loud whisper. He frowned when he still received no response. Hands on his hips, he let out a yell, "Hey Great One!" Five-seconds later, doors began to swing open, angry wrestlers and divas poking their heads out of their rooms and settling their eyes on him. He waved at them, a smile on his face.
"Chris?" Dwayne Johnson stared at him in confusion. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He chuckled, ignoring his other co-workers, some annoyed, others amused, as he stumbled towards the Rock. "Looking for you, of course. And hiding from Amy, she's mad."
"Why would Amy be mad at you?" Dwayne frowned at him, his frown deepening when he was suddenly shoved into his own room, Chris following after and slamming the door closed behind him. He watched as he stepped deeper into the room, waving at the half naked Lillian Garcia that was situated on the bed. He arched a brow when Chris plopped himself in front of the mini fridge. "What are you doing?"
"Getting myself a drink, you want anything?" he asked as he dug around inside, pulling out the mini bottles of a number of alcoholic beverages.
"Don't you think you've had enough, Chris?" Lillian asked, the ring announcer now clothed in one of the Rock's signature t-shirts. The shirt coming down to well below her knees.
Chris shook his head at her, drinking one of the bottles in one gulp before opening and downing the other. "We only had wine, Ads and Jay don't usually drink. Should have gone out with the APA instead."
"Adam and Jay are drunk and on the loose, too?"
"Nope, they're with Ames. I ran out. She's mad."
"She's mad because you ran out? Ran out of where?" Dwayne asked, settling himself on the foot of the bed, Lillian seated next to him. They watched Chris with mild interest.
"The elevator. I don't think she likes me."
They frowned. Lillian the one to speak. "What are you talking about? Chris, Amy likes you. You're one of her closest friends."
The blonde man shook his head. "No- No- No. I mean I don't think she *likes* me. You know? Like I like her?"
"You have a crush on Amy?" He nodded this time, looking a bit sad before opening and drinking the last three bottles of alcohol.
"All right, Drunkacho, I think that's enough for you." Dwayne stood and pulled Chris up to his feet. Chris frowned up at him. His face full of confusion.
"My name's Chris."
The People's Champ rolled his eyes. "Right. Look, you can spend the night here. Figure it's safer that way. The couch pulls out as a bed-"
"Where will Lillian sleep?"
"With me."
"On the bed?"
"Yes, Chris. On the bed."
He blinked and looked over Dwayne's shoulder at the ring announcer before looking back at the Rock. "You're together?"
"Yes, we're together. But, it's a secret so you can't tell anyone. No one out of this room will know, all right Jericho?"
Chris nodded, being allowed to be pulled towards the couch. He watched as Dwayne fixed the sofa-bed, caught the extra pillows that Lillian had tossed at him, and watched as they stared at him expectedly.
"Well, are you going to get some sleep anytime soon?"
He dropped the pillows, walking backwards and shaking his head. "Can't. Won't. I'm gonna go find Ames-"
"Is that a good idea? I mean, you're a lot drunker than you were before you stepped into this room."
"Have to. Need to talk to her. Tell her how I feel." His words were further slurred by his most recent drinks and he tripped over his feet, landing on his knees as he moved to the door. Pushing himself upright and stumbling the rest of the way as Dwayne and Lillian watched him in amusement.
"Good luck," they wished him as he opened the door and stepped outside of their room and into the hallway, Chris waving them off. They shared a laugh, Dwayne turning to look at his girlfriend.
"And we're alone once again."