Drunk Dialing

Britain Weis could drink like a fish, which was one of the good things about having both Latino and German ancestors…she could hold her liquor. The problem was she couldn't hold her tongue when she was drunk. She had met up with X and had a great time, but even drunk and partying, she was still fuming about Dave's phone call. Who the fuck did he think he was? First he had the nerve to call her after three weeks of nothing and then he had the balls to ask her to come see him. And how dare he still be so sweet? It would have taken a few more weeks, but she would've gotten over him, she was sure of that. But no, he had to be all charming and say that shit about wanting to get to know her.

"You know what? I should call him and cuss his ass out." Britain was drunk and ready to fight. She looked at X who was lying face down on her bed nodding.

"Yeah…who the fuck does he think he is? You're Britain fuckin' Weis. He'd better recognize." X thought the entire argument between the two of them was utterly stupid. It was obvious they both were feeling each other, but Britain was being stubborn. Even if X didn't think that this would end up lasting, Britain was happy during the time she was with Dave; her best friend was happier than she'd been in a long time. "Get his ass on the phone. I'll cuss him out for you."

"Oh, I got this." Britain stumbled over to her purse and pulled out her cell. So what if it was 4:00 in the morning? She knew it was later in Wisconsin and he liked getting up early. She dialed the number impatiently and waited for him to answer.

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Dave moved around the gym completely out of it. He hadn't slept much, mostly because he was still trying to figure out what happened. He was annoyed, he was disappointed, but most of all he was sorry.

"So, did you call her?" Ric asked walking over to where Dave was sitting on the weight bench tightening the grips on his gloves.

Randy Orton popped his head up from the crunches he was doing. "Call who?"

Randy Orton, Ric Flair, John Cena and Hunter Hearst Helmsley were Dave's closest friends. That's not to say that the five of them didn't have their moments of utterly hating each other, but no matter how pissed they got, they always ended up friends again. Each one of his friends was so different from the other and they each provided him with their own unique perspective whenever he confided in them.

Randy Orton was the young and cocky man that Dave once was. At 23 years old, Randy was a ladies' man and the quickest rising star in the business. A lot of the other guys didn't like Randy because they thought the only reason he got pushed was because of his father's reputation. But if any of them took the time to get to know him, they would know that Randy hardly ever spoke to his father. Randy worked twice as hard as everyone else to get where he was and he took his job seriously. But because of his age, he got in a lot of trouble. He was only 23 and that practical joke shit might work in a frat house, but not so much in the locker-room. If nothing else, Randy was always good for a laugh about the stupid shit he got himself .

Ric Flair was the seasoned professional that reminded Dave of his father. Ric might have been a playboy back in the day, but now, he was just a guy full of advice. Although his temper was a little short when it came to the other guys, he was still there to let them know right from wrong and which end was up. Ric was also a ladies' man, but he did it with such poise that Dave was constantly in awe. Ric was the smoothest pimp Dave had ever met and the chicks he pulled weren't bimbos either. And much like himself, Ric couldn't keep a woman to save his life. He was already on his fourth marriage and he swore that this one was the one…not that the others believed it, but he believed it.

John Cena was the wild side of Dave. Although he was on Smackdown and they didn't get to see him much, whenever Cena was around, the good times always rolled. John was the guy that didn't give a shit what anybody thought about him and was always so damn happy that you didn't believe he had any other emotions. John could get mugged and still be in a good mood. He was loud and obnoxious and had this affinity for rap music and "thug life", but it worked for him. He was probably the only white guy that Dave knew that could get away with speaking in Ebonics. John also liked the hoochies; the bigger the ass and the more stripper-esque the girl was, the more John liked her. John had a rule that he would live and die by: "say whatever it takes to get in the drawers". Dave loved to hear about his wild escapades; he was 26 once and hearing John tell his tales made him wish he was 26 again.

Then there was Hunter…he was the foul-mouthed, bad mood side of Dave. Hunter was a nice guy, but he just didn't take much shit from people. He had so much pressure from being the boss' son-in-law, a boss who hated him by the way, that he often just lashed out at people for no apparent reason. Hunter was a smart bastard, often too smart for his own damn good. The fun-loving crazy guy that was once in DX all that time ago was still there, but the more conniving side of him seemed to come through now more than it ever did before. Usually if shit popped off at a club or in public, it was because of him. He liked drama so it was no surprise that there was never any shortage of it when he was around.

Flaws and all, Dave's boys were his boys and lucky for him, he got to travel with 3 of them all the time and he only lived about 10 minutes away from the other. They were a constant staple in his life and they were every part of the good and bad. If nothing else, they could give him some advice on how to handle this whole Britain situation.

"Look… I met this girl when I was in California and we ended up spending my entire vacation together. I thought we really hit it off. But then I didn't call her…" He looked at Ric and narrowed his eyes. "So Ric suggested that I call her and now she's all pissed at me."

Laughter was not the kind of support Dave thought he was going to get. He didn't think he could take on all of them at the same time, but one on one, he was going to beat their asses.

"Why the fuck can't you go away without falling in love?" Hunter laughed throwing a towel at the larger man. "I have never met a bigger pussy in all my life. You are always caught up."

John nodded. "He's right. GQ, you gotta learn how to be a playa."

Ric slapped John across the chest to get him to shut up. "What did you say to her?"

Dave shrugged. "I asked her to fly out to Georgia. I told her I had a good time and I wanted to see her again."

"Did you apologize for not calling her? Did you make it sound like you didn't just wanna get laid again?" Ric shook his head. Even if Ric couldn't keep a relationship going, he always knew how to woo the ladies. Dave may have been a woman magnet, but he had a lot to learn about relationships.

Before Dave had a chance to answer, he heard his cell phone ringing. Growling, he stood up and went to his bag. It was only 6:15 in Wisconsin, so he knew that it was important. People didn't randomly call that early in the morning unless it's a big deal. "Hello?" He hadn't checked the caller ID on his phone before he answered. If he had, he might have had time to prepare himself.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Britain waved her finger in the air and closed her eyes when she spoke. She could just imagine his beautiful face, smiling at her. "Three weeks… three fucking weeks and nothing." She held up 4 fingers to emphasize the point. "Then in one phone call, you're all I can think about. What kind of games are you playing?"

"Britain?" Dave knew it was her voice, but she didn't sound like herself. She was slurring her words and not making much sense. "Are you drunk?"

"Maybe." She answered defiantly. "But you're stalling, what do you want from me?"

He debated whether or not he should have this conversation with her. As drunk as she sounded, he was sure she wouldn't remember it. "Why don't you call me when you feel better?"

"Why don't you kiss my ass?" She nodded at X who raised her hand in testimony. "You think because you got a big dick and a nice smile that you can treat me anyway you want? Well fuck you, Dave Batista. I'm filing this shit under 'S' for shady."

"What are you talking about?" He seriously had no clue what this drunken rant was about.

X was coaching her on, giving her the ammo she needed. "Anybody can make me cum. You think because you could do it multiple times that makes you Dick Daddy Yo or something? I told you about the rules and you're still trying to fucking break them." She thought about if there was anything else she wanted to say. "Oh yeah, and don't fucking call me anymore."

Even though she was cursing him out, he still found her amusing. "I-I didn't. You called me."

"Oh…well, don't answer next time. We fucked, just leave it at that." Britain hung up the phone and high-fived X, right before passing out. Even though she was drunk out of her mind, she still knew that in the morning she would regret making that call.

Dave stood with his phone in his hand looking at his friends. "She fucking hung up on me. I think I just got drunk dialed." He laughed at the situation, but found himself wondering if that's how she really felt. Was that all it meant to her?

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Dave milled around trying to make himself busy. That call from Britain was still getting to him. There was more to her anger than she was letting on. After he finished his workout and a signing, he retreated to his hotel room. He replayed the conversation in his head several times before deciding that he wasn't going to let it end that way. Acting on impulse, he picked up the phone and punched the keys until he found the number he was looking for.

"Why are you mad at me?" He didn't even say hello, he wanted to get to the point. His voice remained calm and low as he pinched the space between his eyes to gain some understanding.

Britain felt like she had been hit by a Mack truck. She had missed her flight and was still at X's trying to sleep off her night of drinking. "What?" She was whining because she was tired. She didn't even know who was on the phone much less what he was talking about.

Dave's voice remained impassive. "What did I do?"

"What are you talking about?" Her voice was a heavy whisper as she tried to piece together the previous night of partying.

"You called me this morning and cussed me out for no reason."

"I called you? Shit." Why was she talking to him? She was supposed to be angry with him for treating her like a whore. But what if she confessed to him how she felt. "What did I say?"

"You basically said that you don't want to see me again. But you were really pissed about it. Why?"

"Look Dave, I don't feel so hot right now. Can we talk about this later?"

"No. We're gonna talk about it now. Why are you mad at me?" He was getting impatient. Dave didn't like to let things linger, he liked to deal with things when they happened, while it was still fresh in everyone's mind.

Britain was annoyed. Not only was she upset with him, but now she was upset with herself for calling him and giving away far too much information. "Fine…you wanna know why I'm mad? All you had to do was let me leave after I slept with you. But no, you had to spend more time with me; you had to be so nice…"

He decided to deal with this conversation like he did with his children when they would argue and whine about things that he had no clue about. But with enough coaxing and free word association, he could start to string together the problem. "So you're mad because I wanted more than a one night stand? You're mad because I actually like you and want to get to know you better?" He could think of worse things he could have done.

Britain picked at the fuzz on the blanket she was under. She still hadn't opened her eyes, because she was sure that the sun would instantly burn her retinas. She couldn't figure what was worse, drunk dialing him or hang-over talking to him. "You made me like you and then you go pull this shit. I was fine with you not calling me, but then you had to call. I was fine with you wanting to hook up again, but then you still want more. I was fine with you being a prick, but then you had be all sweet about it and say that you missed me. You're an asshole."

Dave tried to stifle his laugh. She definitely was a feisty one. "So the real problem is you're still trying to run."

"I'm not running." She was too tired to defend herself, but she wasn't running. Britain Weis didn't get scared, not about things like this.

"Then why won't you come see me? What are you scared of?" He knew she had a bunch of rules but he had no idea why. She was so vibrant and full of life, he couldn't imagine what kind of fucked up relationships she must have had to make her so guarded now. But the strange thing was, she wasn't like that around him. She seemed to have genuinely let down her guard around him.

"I'm not scared of anything."

"So then tell me what you want."

She let out a frustrated sigh and pulled the blanket up over her head. "I want you to leave me alone, so I can go throw up." The more she thought about it, the less reserved she became. "I want to go about my normal life without wondering if you're gonna call me or thinking about you… or missing the way you kiss me. I want you to get the hell off my mind."

Dave settled in his chair confused. "You still think about me?"

"Yeah." She answered defeated.

"Me too." His admission was quiet as he tried to figure out how to explain her without making her run again. "I've never met anybody like you before and I know a good thing when I see it. I want see where this takes us."

She opened her eyes and whined into the phone. "I don't have time for this Dave. I don't want to waste my time getting to know you, only to find out that you're this big asshole later on."

"Well make time. I'm willing to." There were so many things he wanted to say, but not over the phone. "I don't do dating or relationships really well. But there's something about you that I really like and that makes me happy when I think about you. I just want to find out what else could happen. We can take this as slow as you want." He felt like he was on the Lifetime channel. He had never poured his heart out to woman before, much less a virtual stranger.

"Are you real? I mean, guys like you don't happen to me. So if you're just trying to get your kicks, don't. I'm not in the mood."

"I have my faults, trust me. I can be an asshole at times. I'm moody, I'm set in my ways, but I also don't take no for an answer. So unless you're gonna give me some real reason why we can't see each other, I'm going to keep asking you to come and see me." He had put his foot down. She could run all she wanted, but he was going to chase her. He didn't care if he looked desperate or pathetic. He had only known this woman for a very short time, but already he knew that he couldn't do without her. She had managed to rewrite his own set of rules; not getting involved being the main one. "So how 'bout it? Will you come to Georgia?"

Britain let out a loud sigh. "Shit."

The smile on his face grew. "Is that a yes shit or a no shit?"

"Yes…shit." She couldn't figure out how she got here. She would be lying is she said she didn't want to see if there was anything there either, but she was more afraid that there actually was something there. Britain knew how much she liked Dave. In the short time that she had known him, she knew that he was somebody that she could get all wrapped in and that also meant that he was somebody that could really hurt her. "I really don't like you, you know that?"

Dave chuckled into the phone. "Yes you do…that's your problem."

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A/N: I have the best editor in the world! I only changed 2 lines after she gave me back the corrected copy. This is so cool!