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Lita stifled a yawn, the redheaded diva currently situated on the couch with Mickie, Tyson and Christian.. Dawn and Lance occupying one of the chairs, Trish and Chris situated opposite them while Terry and Chris Benoit were seated on the floor. After a very healthy meal of pizza and Chinese food, they'd made ice cream sundaes; finishing those off while watching one of the many tapes that Lance had brought with him. Currently, they were watching some of the Invasion moments.. Lita and Trish cringing in unison when the first official Invasion pay-per-view started.

"One of McMahon's worst ideas, ever." Trish stated with a grimace, "a tag team bra and panties match."

Lita nodded shortly, "on the bright side.. We were the only diva's who got to participate in a match. Plus, we picked up another win for Team WWF."

Chris Jericho smirked, "don't hit me for this, but.. I really had no complaints with that match."

Lita and Trish rolled their eyes at that, Chris Benoit reaching out to smack the blond man on the leg. "Maybe they won't hit you, but I will." A beat passed before he repeated the action, "and that was for Trish."

Lance tossed a pillow at his friend, "and that was for me. I really don't appreciate you having those types of thoughts about my sister, Christopher."

Chris tossed the pillow back, "I was just being honest. And come on man, I know I'm not the only one who was thinking that. Either at the time or now."

Lance waited for a moment before tossing the pillow again, "perhaps not, but at least Christian has the common sense not to say anything."

The blond man in question blinked, "and just what makes you so sure I was thinking that?"

Tyson arched an eyebrow, "are you trying to say that you weren't?"

Christian half shrugged, "well if I was, I wouldn't say it aloud. I'm not that stupid."

Chris Jericho smirked, "that still remains to be seen, buddy."

Dawn rolled her eyes, "for goodness sakes, would you four cut it out? I'm trying to watch this and Terry is asleep. I feel like I'm babysitting."

"Not far from it," Trish put in wryly. "And just be thankful Ads isn't here."

Lita leaned back against the couch as another pillow flew through the air. "Trust me Mickie, it's even more of a zoo. This is actually tame."

Dawn nodded her agreement, "like the one time these morons got it in their little pea brains to have a pool fight?"

Mickie blinked, "what's so bad about that?"

Trish made a face, "it involved all of them jumping into the pool, fully clothed I might add, to see who could make the biggest splash. Those idiots ruined one of my favourite shirts."

"At least you weren't wearing white," Lita reminded her dryly, "and be thankful they didn't drag you into the pool with them."

Dawn shot a pointed look in Christian's direction. "You have him to thank for that."

"It was an accident," the TNA wrestler held up his hands in mock defense. "Honestly, it was an accident Leets, you've got to believe me."

"An accident?" The redhead echoed skeptically, "just like it was an 'accident' when I somehow got tackled into a snowbank?"

"Oops?" Christian barely had time to duck out of the incoming pillow, making a face when Lita slapped him on the arm. "What was that for? It's my birthday, be nice to me."

The redheaded diva rolled her eyes, "it's not your birthday yet, dorkchop."

Christian pointed to the clock on the wall, "it's midnight, there for it's my birthday."

Dawn blinked, "it's that late already? There's no way all of us can stay here for the night so we should probably head back to the hotel."

Chris Jericho stretched his arms overhead, "or some of you can crash at my place if you don't feel like driving back. I've got space."

Lance shook his head, "the offer is very much appreciated Chris, however, all of our belongings are at the hotel. If we were to stay with you or Jay, we'd have to go back to the hotel in the morning anyway."

Chris Benoit glanced over to Terry, "I take it he's staying here anyway? Unless you all feel like moving him from that spot."

Tyson snorted, "I'm not touching him."

Trish rolled her eyes, "wimp. I'll wake him up." She canted a glance sideways, "he's staying with you, right?"

Chris Jericho nodded shortly, "yeah.. Goatboy is staying here, Terry is staying with me. The rest of you are at the hotel.."

"And we already knew that Chris, thanks for telling us." Lita moved from the couch, gathering a few of the dirty dishes. "Come on Birthday boy, let's get this place cleaned up."

Christian pouted, "but it's my birthday, I shouldn't have to clean up."

Lita arched an eyebrow, "birthday or not, this place is a mess. And if we're all coming back here for the party, I really don't want to be stuck cleaning then."

Dawn faked a yawn, plucking at Lance's shirt so he would move. "We'll just wait for you in the car, Leets."

The redhead waved it off easily, Christian helping her with cleaning up the living room while the house started to empty. Eventually, Tyson had gotten Terry out of the house and into Chris Jericho's car, the bald man then heading to the guest room at Christian's so he could sleep..

Lita put the last plate in the dishwasher, "that should be everything.. And with all of the car doors slamming outside earlier, I have this sinking feeling that they're already back at the hotel."

Christian grinned, "well I already told you, you're more than welcomed to stay here." A beat passed, "so.. It's my birthday--"

"I don't have your birthday present with me, Christian."

"I wasn't going to ask about that, not yet anyway."

Lita leaned back against the counter, "oh? Then what were you going to ask?" She rolled her eyes at the expression on his face. "Fine, fine.. I guess I can give you a birthday kiss."

Christian pretended to look hurt, "well if it's that much of an inconvenience for you, never mind.. I won't--"

She cut him off by bringing her lips to his, nothing more than a brief meeting of the lips.. Lita then pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Happy Birthday Jay."

He smiled slyly, "you know Ames, you weren't here for my last birthday.. Or for all the years before we met and--"

"Don't press your luck, William."

"Can't blame a guy for trying, can you?"

Lita chuckled, "no.. I guess I can't." She reached out to squeeze his arm, "I'm heading up to bed. Good night."

Christian wiggled his eyebrows, "don't forget.. My room is--"

"Good night."

He remained in the kitchen a few moments longer.. Long enough to hear his cell phone going off, the blond man wondering just why anyone would be calling this late.. Christian turning on one of the lights in the living room to glance at the caller ID screen.. His eyebrows raising in surprise as he read the text message from Adam.


Lita woke up the next morning to find herself face to face with Christian.. The blond man still sleeping quite peacefully. Of course, she could've shared the room with Tyson, but.. The bald man had already been fast asleep and was taking up most of the bed. Added to that, it would've been just a bit too awkward.. Not that this wasn't slightly awkward but... At least she knew Christian better.. Lita shaking her head a bit as she moved from the bed, careful not to wake him up in the process; the redheaded diva then heading to the bathroom so she could take a shower.

Tyson blinked as he walked into the kitchen, "I thought you were heading back to the hotel?"

The diva turned from the coffee maker, "I was supposed to and I would have if Dawn had bothered to wait for me like she claimed."

Another blink as Tyson made his way closer, "and is Christian aware of the fact that you're wearing his clothes?"

Lita glanced down at her choice of attire, "well it's not like I could head over to the hotel to get mine. And besides which, I've borrowed his clothes before, it's not a big deal. Besides, he has plenty of these shirts and shorts just laying around."

Tyson nodded slowly, "so long as he isn't borrowing your clothes? I guess it isn't a big deal."

Lita shuddered at that, the redhead opening the fridge to grab a few things. "I think that's a mental image all of us can live without." She set the items on the counter, "are you hungry?"

"When am I not?" Tyson replied with a grin, the bald man settling at the kitchen table. "But, this isn't your house, Leets. You really shouldn't have to cook for the lazy bastard."

"I don't mind," the diva commented, reaching for a frying pan from the rack. "And since he's still sleeping and unless you feel like cooking? That's the only way we're going to have a proper breakfast."

Tyson merely shrugged to that, starting to say something when the phone started to ring.. "Great, now to figure out if that's the house phone or a cell phone."

Lita listened for a moment.. "Sounds like my cell phone. Could you just bring that over?"

"Sure," Tyson pushed back from the table, "what time is everyone coming back?"

"I'm not sure actually," Lita cracked a few eggs into a bowl, "we hadn't really talked about it on the way here. But, I do know.. Dawn and Trish wanted to head over to the beach for a little while."

Tyson blinked, "it's November and they want to head to the beach?"

"It's Florida," Lita took the phone from him, "and it's not that cold outside." She turned the cell phone on before tucking the object between her shoulder and ear. "Yes?"

"I was advised to call.. And apologise," Dawn Marie greeted first, "and good morning."

Lita smiled wryly, "you ditched me here on purpose. What else do you have to say for

yourself?"

Dawn shrugged, though her friend couldn't see it. "We're trying to figure out what to do for the rest of the day.. I know we have to be back at the house at some point, but.. What about until then?"

"Well you and Trish had talked about going to the beach," Lita paused to check on the eggs, "just remember that me, Mickie and Chris Benoit have to leave to be on the road. Unless we fly out tomorrow morning but, we have to--"

"I know, I know.." Dawn paused to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear, "are you cooking?"

"Not that it's really a big deal, but yes." Lita dished out the eggs, then turned back to the counter to start on the French toast. "So, beach and what else? Or was that it?"

"I'm pretty sure that's it," Dawn replied after a moment, "I'll just double check with Trish and I'll call you back later."

Lita nodded easily enough, "I'll talk to you later then." She stepped away from the counter to turn off her cell phone, placing the object away from the mixing bowls.. "Before I start on anything else, do you have any requests for breakfast?"

Tyson shrugged, "I really don't care so long as I eat.. Should I go wake him up?"

The diva shook her head, "nah.. I'll take a tray up to him. Otherwise we won't hear the end of it, since it's his birthday and all."

"Are you always this accommodating for your friends or is it just the blond Canadian type?"

"Well you'll just have to wait until your birthday to find out, now won't you." Lita winked, setting the first few pieces of toast into the pan. "Honestly though, they've done the same for me on my birthday or when I wasn't feeling that well."

"They've all cooked for you?"

"At one time or another, yes." Lita paused to finish the first batch of toast. "Some with more success than others."

Tyson stroked his goatee in thought, "so.. In order to get all of this special treatment, I either need to be a blond Canadian or a redheaded woman."

Lita rolled her eyes as she grabbed a few coffee cups. "As I said, you'll just have to wait until your birthday."

Tyson poured a cup of coffee for himself. "So, have you ever thought about jumping ship to TNA?"

Lita blinked, "where did that come from? And it's not like we won't be working together soon anyways.."

"I know that but, if we weren't.. If they weren't planning on this whole war.. Would you?"

The diva was silent as she started another batch of toast, "honestly I'm fine where I am. But I'm also looking forward to the whole war. It should be interesting, anyway."

"Yeah," Tyson agreed easily enough, "Christian and Terry had said it would be like the Invasion angle."

"That's what me and Adam think.. And in a way, it will be. Two separate companies working together. Everyone trying to co-exist but not being able to."

Tyson nodded shortly, taking a tentative sip of coffee before setting the mug down. "If those two blockheads would stop their stupid little war, they could always join forces again."

Lita smirked, dishing out the rest of the French toast as she replied: "Yeah well, it's been going on this long. I'm not sure if they'll ever call any sort of truce. Both of them being

as stubborn as they are."

"Stranger things have happened," Tyson pointed out then, assisting her after a moment with getting a tray ready. "And it might make things easier when the companies start working together."

"Maybe, maybe not.." Lita set the silverware on the tray. "Feel free to help yourself, okay?"

"Will do, thanks."

Lita simply smiled, carefully balancing the full tray before heading upstairs.. Christian just starting to stri as she entered the bedroom. "Good morning."

Christian blinked, reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes.. "Good morning." He sat up then, "what is that?"

"French toast, scrambled eggs, orange juice and coffee." Lita set the tray carefully on the bed, then took a seat. "I would've had fruit salad but, we forgot to pick some up yesterday."

He grinned, "you didn't have to do this, Leets."

She rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't have heard the end of it if I didn't.. Besides, you did the same for me."

"Since you're wearing one of my shirts," a pause so he could take a sip of his orange juice.. "And a pair of my shorts.."

"You were still sleeping when I woke up and I didn't want to wake you," Lita explained before taking a bite out of a piece of French toast. "Dawn called me this morning to apologise for ditching me.. And to figure out what we're doing until the party."

"I can't say I really care," Christian replied after a mouthful of eggs, "I'm perfectly fine with just staying in bed all day."

Lita shook her head, "and you would be, but the rest of us want to get out and do something so.. We're probably going to meet everyone at the beach later."

"And then you, Chris Benoit and Mickie have to leave.."

"We kind of have to Christian," Lita wrinkled her nose, "though if it all comes down to it, I guess we could just fly out in the morning."

"If it counts for anything, I'd rather you do that."

Lita grinned, "then I'll take that into consideration. Even though someone had said something about coming up to Atlanta next week.."

Christian shrugged, "I want to spend time with you, is that such a crime?"

"No," Lita reached for another piece of French toast. "So.. the birthday cake, I've got to pick that up.. or maybe have Chris Jericho pick that up and--"

"He can pick it up," Christian motioned to the rest of the food. "You're going to stay here and finish breakfast."

"I wasn't going now, you dork. I was just saying."

"Well I say he's going to pick it up because it's my birthday."

To that Lita rolled her eyes, the pair finishing off breakfast in peaceful silence.. Lita taking the tray back downstairs so Chrsitian could shower and get dressed. And while he was doing that, Dawn called again to arrange a time to meet later.. Lance intending on heading over early so Lita would have a proper change of clothing for the day.