(Back at the lone star)

By now Stacy was drowning her sorrows into shots as though each glass was a therapy session. Her face stayed a pout and her eyes were glazed over in pure grief. Stacy felt, looked and even KNEW she was pitiful.

"Why me oh why meeee" Stacy whined aloud, Scott just sat there watching Stacy like a hawk. The effect was slow but the drug was working. Scott saw her slipping slower and slower into an unconscious state. He didn't mind the looks they got. She just looked drunk so it was nothing too unusual it was a bar after all.

'I don't want to be the last person she sees' Scott thought to himself. Stacy was so out of it that someone with a gun could walk in and shoot her straight off of her stool and she'd keep on drinking.

"Okay Stacy it's getting late I'll catch you later" Scott said he slyly slid the bartender another big bill for Stacy's drinks.

"Uhhh huhhh" Stacy said barely paying attention to anything except her coaster. Stacy was so oblivious to her surroundings that she didn't even notice that when Scott walked away from her he sat directly behind her at a table. He scoped her out like she was prey. Fifteen minutes later, Stacy's head began dipping; soon it dipped right onto the bar permanently. The bartender rushed over to wake her up but Scott beat him to it.

"Ehh don't worry man she's a friend of mine I'll bring her home." The bartender nodded in agreement, he didn't think anything of it Scott had been sitting with Stacy for over half the night. Stacy was unconscious so Scott grabbed her purse and searched for her car keys. Once they were found he put the keys in his mouth and put Stacy's purse on his arm. After which Scott picked Stacy up (wedding style) and carried her outside to the parking lot. He struggled to get the keys out of his mouth and in his hand; this was hard being he was holding Stacy. Once that task was completed, he began pressing the lock button to find out which car was Stacy's. He had planned on driving her car somewhere else. But once he reached the car he noticed it had tinted windows. Once Scott reached the car he put Stacy down and unlocked the door with the car keys. He put Stacy in the passenger seat and threw her purse onto the console. He took one glance around the parking lot and got in the car he then shut and locked the door. He climbed over into the passenger seat on top of Stacy. He readjusted the seat moving it as far back as possible.

"Boy have I been waiting to do this again!" Scott said aloud knowing far too well Stacy was fully unconscious. He unzipped his pants and pulled up Stacy's skirt. He carefully slipped off her panties. Scott had no morals no values no ethics what so ever. He entered Stacy against her will, well then again it's not like she was able to object now was she? Scott didn't even use protection; it wasn't like he assumed she was on the pill. It was just that he didn't give a damn. After he was done he pulled up his pants and slid Stacy's panties back on. He moved her into the drivers seat. He looked around the car making sure he hadn't forgot or moved anything she would notice. Scott was a dumb brute, he left so many clues, but once you reach your goal nothing matters now does it?

"See ya lata stace" Scott said sarcastically, he then slammed the door shut and walked to his own car.

(5 am the lone star parking lot)

Stacy made a loud groan she squinted her eyes open her head was pounding furiously. She looked around. 'Why am I in my car! Wait where am I at!' Stacy thought to herself she looked out of her passenger window (she noticed her seat had been re-adjusted) and saw a sign that read "THE LONESTAR" It wasn't lit up like last night the sun was beginning to rise. Stacy took note of this and looked around. "What time is it?" Stacy asked herself said aloud. She reached for her purse to find her cell phone. She felt a sharp pain shoot into the area between her legs. "AHH" Stacy cried out as she writhed in pain. She had no idea where that pain came from all she knew was that it scared her. She slowly went back to the task at hand. She went to pick up her purse when she noticed her purse and everything in it was sprawled all over the entire console and floor in the front seat of the car. "What the fuck?" she said aloud in confusion. Her head seemed to be splitting into more than just two halves, TRY SIX. Stacy's mind was running a mile a minute as she picked the contents of her purse up from the floor and off of the seat and console; 'what happened last night' ' oh randy and Candice happened last night' 'yep they sure did, matter of fact they're probably ordering breakfast in bed at this very moment.' ' But what happened?' 'How did I get in my car?' 'I don't even remember leaving' 'why is my head hurting?' 'Oh yeah I drank waay to much duhh'. All of these questions and answers were zooming through her head at the speed of light. Stacy had finished putting her things back into her purse.

She then picked up her cell phone, which read 5:05 am. "Wow" Stacy was speechless. She took a deep breathe, 'where are my keys?' Stacy looked around her car and couldn't find them. Suddenly she felt sick, sicker than sick she felt like puking. She then got out of her car she vomited profusely. Stacy gagged and stood up once again feeling the pain between her legs. She then opened her car door and reached into her glove compartment for tissues she slammed the door shut. Stacy wiped her mouth and threw the tissues to the ground in frustration. She ran her hands through her hair in distress. "I cant even find my fucking keys!" she shouted aloud she turned around to get into her car when she saw her keys dangling out of the key hole. 'How the hell did you get out here?' Stacy said to her keys in a confused voice as if they were real. She took her keys out got into her car started it up. Stacy pulled out of the Lone Star and began driving a few minutes later she felt sick again and her eyes got blurry. She pulled over got out of the car and once again vomited. She got back in the car and lightly crying. She felt terrible. She reached for her phone and began dialing.

(Back at the hotel)

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Torrie woke up to the horrendous sound of her cell phone ringing. She went to reach for it and gasped in pain she had fell asleep on the sofa waiting for Stacy. Torrie grumbled to herself grumpily, she walked over to her purse and pulled out her phone.

"Hello?" she said with a grumpy and extremely groggy voice.

"Tor, I need you to come pick me up," Stacy said on the other line in between sobs.

"Omg Stacy hunny where are you! Are you okay! Whats wrong? I'll come pick you up sweetie where are you?" Torrie said worriedly while she was on the phone, she ran into the bedroom section of the hotel suite and threw on a pair of sweat pants and a sweater while slipping into her Nike's by the time Torrie was finished throwing her clothes on Stacy was still crying.

"Stacy sweetie c'mon tell me where you are" Torrie said impatiently. She didn't know why Stacy was crying and why she never arrived back at the suite. She was worried sick.

"I-I-I- I'm down the r-r road from th-the lonnneee sttaarrr in m m my ccar oo nn the ss-sside of the rrroad" Stacy stammered miserably as she sobbed wildly.

"Okay sweetie I'm coming now for you just well just stay there where ever you are stay there I'll come get you now okay sweetie?" Torrie said hurriedly.

"Oookayyy" Stacy cried and hung up the phone. Torrie grabbed her purse and threw her cell in it she made sure she had her room key and she bolted out of the room. Torrie never knew she could run so fast in her life. She might as well have joined track instead of wrestling. She didn't even bother taking the elevator she took the stairs she jumped the last flight of stairs and busted threw the stairwell door and zoomed over to her car she jumped in so fast you would think she robbed a bank. She skidded out of the garage so fast it left tread marks. The young security guard could only stair in amazement at the car speeding down the ramp and he really wanted to faint when he saw who was driving it. Torrie beeped furiously at the security guard to let up the gate. He did it slower than a slug, once it was half way up Torrie sped out and down the road. She drove around a while looking for the lone star. She couldn't find it so she pulled into a gas station.

"Excuse me do you know where the Lone Star is?" Torrie asked the old man.

"Well sure young lady see what you have to do is" Torrie rolled her eyes in impatience.

"Well let me see oh yes now I remember see its right down the street here all you have to do is go to that light right there down the road and make a right and go down to the second light and make the first left." The old man answered her slowly. Torrie didn't even bother to say thank you she skidded out the station. A few minutes later, She saw Stacy's rental on the other side of the road. She made a U-turn and in moments she pulled up behind Stacy's vehicle. She got out of her car and walked over to Stacy's. Stacy had her head down on the steering wheel still sobbing. Torrie knocked on the window; Stacy was startled and jumped away from the window. She saw that it was Torrie and opened the car door. All she could do was hug her best friend, she held onto her for dear life. Torrie hugged her back.

"C'mon stace I'll take you back to the hotel. We can come back and pick your car up later" Torrie said and put her arm around Stacy. Stacy nodded and reached into the car to grab her purse and take her keys out of the ignition. She threw them in her bag and got out of the car. She shut the door Torrie then walked her to the passenger side of her own rental and helped her into the car.

"So what happened sweetie?" Torrie questioned Stacy gently.

"I drank way to much last night, I walked into the bar and within about a half hour Candice had asked Randy to be her valentine and she led him out of the bar I guess to do something x-rated. And I know it was irresponsible of me Tor but my heart was crushed I mean I had to do something to try to make myself forget yah know?" Stacy said still sniveling.

"yeah I completely understand ya babe, but honestly did you feel any better after you drank did you forget anything you had saw?" Torrie asked Stacy in a "did you learn you lesson" sort of tone.

"Absolutely not! I feel worse this is the worst hang over ever, I keep throwing up I'm sore everywhere and I mean EVERYWHERE. And the weird part is I don't even no how I ended up--" Stacy began to explain to Torrie in a whiny voice.

Torrie cut Stacy off "It's okay we are going back to the hotel and you can get some rest okay sweetie we'll talk about it when you wake up okay?"

Stacy nodded in agreement; through thick and thin Torrie was her friend her best friend. Stacy began to doze during the car ride.

Once they reached the hotel Torrie woke Stacy up and got her into their hotel suite. It was so early that none of the wrestlers were awake. Torrie put Stacy in the shower and got her a pair of pajamas to put on. She put her own pajamas on and sent a text to both Lita and Christy's cells that said. "Lets make it a late breakfast this morning girls." Torrie wanted Stacy to sleep so she couldn't give her coffee so she just substituted it in and fixed Stacy some tea and gave her two Tylenol extra strength. Torrie watched Stacy take the pills and sip some of the hot tea. She tucked her in.

"Thanks a lot tor im sorry for all the trouble." Stacy said graciously.

"What are best friends for? Remember we are girlies for life!" Torrie said with a smile she gave Stacy one last hug.

She then climbed into bed herself and re-set her alarm clock for 10:15 am. Her and Stacy were knocked out.