Part Four: Let's Play a Game (Texts II)

About four months had passed since I started texting with Jon. We shot each other messages every once in a while. They weren't particularly interesting or informative. Just the occasional 'hey, what's up?' kind of thing. I would tell him if I was able to catch RAW and what I thought about his matches. I was starting to really get into wrestling like I had been in middle school. The major difference between now and then was that I found myself more drawn to the guys who were really good at promos rather than the guys who were just huge and looked like they could beat anyone up. Now that I was older, I realized that the size of a guy didn't necessarily equate to skill in the ring or on the mic. I also found myself enjoying the work of technical guys and brawler types, rather than the wrestlers who just did power moves. Some of the power guys were okay, but I just didn't care as much. Luckily for me, I suppose, Dean Ambrose was an old-school style brawler type and very good at promos, so I always enjoyed his bits. He always seemed happy to hear this, probably because I was constantly giving his ego a stroke. Not that he needed it.

It made me feel good to stay in contact with him because it started to feel like we were becoming friends a little bit. Very casual friends, as we still knew very little about each other, but I felt less like some random conquest on the road. Perhaps he kept up with all of the girls in his little black phone, but I was giving myself the benefit of the doubt and assumed that he did not.

It was decently crowded on this Friday night. I was probably going to make a good sum in tips, so I was feeling happy. A few college aged kids walked into the building and sat at the bar. "It's my boy's 21st birthday tonight and we're gonna need some shots of Jack to celebrate!" one of them announced. They all let out a collective "woo!" and I smirked.

Gathering a couple shot glasses together, I grinned slightly and muttered under my breath, "Woo? Really? Must be Flair fans."

The presumed birthday boy overheard me and piped up. "Like Ric Flair? Are you a wrestling fan?"

"Yeah, I was a big fan when I was younger and only recently have I started watching again," I answered as I poured the alcohol.

"Would you mind putting Smackdown on the TV up there? For me? Cause it's my birthday and I'm kind of a big deal?" The four of them put on their best sad puppy faces and I rolled my eyes.

David interjected for me. "Yeah sure, kiddo." He changed the channel from some weird reality show marathon that some dumb bitch had asked us to put on a while ago. The Smackdown show was currently on commercial.

I handed out the first round of shots to the boys and they threw them back in sync. They slammed the glasses on the bar top and let out another loud "woo!"

I moved in close to David and put my mouth to his ear. "These are the douchiest kids we've ever had in here. I think I'm about to dry heave." He put the back of his hand up to his mouth to try to hide his obvious smile.

The show came back from commercial and the Shield's music hit. I scrunched up my face because I could feel myself start to blush as soon as I heard it. I'm an adult; I shouldn't be getting this flustered over something like a theme song, but this damn guy had a hold on me.

"Oh good, we didn't miss the Shield's segment," said one of the college kids. He noticed my contorted face and questioned it. "Do you not like the Shield?"

"Tch, they're jerks, aren't they? They just beat people up and then talk about how awesome they are."

"Well…that's kinda what wrestling is, miss," spoke up one of the boys. I laughed at his comment and at how polite he was.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I turned and watched the TV with them for a moment. "But that Ambrose guy really gets my panties in a bunch." I bit hard into my finger to try to keep myself in control of my emotions as the camera got a close-up on him and that trademark smirk.

"I think he gets most chicks' panties in a bunch as they try to throw them at him. That's why I hate him so much. Girls just think he's hot and that's why he's so popular. He's not that great anyway." The birthday boy had his face twisted into a frown as he spoke.

"I think he's really good. I like his old beat-em-up style."

"Well then you must have really shitty taste in wrestling."

I leaned in close to Mr. Birthday and raised my eyebrow. "Says the guy who is sitting in this shitty bar watching wrestling with me and some middle aged drunks on his birthday instead of being out there, getting laid. Good choice, kiddo."

David came up behind me and put his arm around my neck. "Don't worry. She's just sensitive about that Ambrose guy because she fucked him a few months ago."

The boys' eyes widened, I'm not sure from wonder or disgust. My face glazed over in a strange combination of joy and horror. "And on that note, I'm going to go do some wash some glasses." I clapped Dave on his shoulder and quickly scurried to the back, my face bright red.

Later that night, as I was getting ready to leave, David came into the back room to apologize. "I'm sorry about busting your balls earlier. I didn't think you'd get so embarrassed about it since you seemed so proud about it before."

"I'm not so sure if proud is the right word, but yeah, I know what you mean. I just think you saying it aloud to some strangers bothered me for some reason. I don't really want the whole world to know. Not that the whole world would care about who I had sex with, but I'd like to keep that piece of information between us." I took a pause for a moment. "And Larry. Because I forgot he was around when I told you." David smiled at me. His bright shining eyes when he smiled could always make my heart melt. "Put those things away, dude. You're killing me." I punched him in the arm as he turned to go announce last call.

I checked my phone after I finished eating some dinner. There was a text from Jon. This got me rather excited because I was usually the one to initiate a conversation.

1:58am

I'm bored. Let's play a game.

I raised my eyebrows at this proposition. It was almost 3am now, so for all I knew, he was already asleep or occupied with something, or someone, else. Either way, my interest was piqued, so I shot him back a reply.

2:56am

Sorry I was at work earlier. Are you still up?

I put the phone down so that I could get out of my work clothes. I heard the phone vibrate after a few minutes. I flopped back onto the bed and read it.

3:00am

There you are.

Still awake, still bored.

3:01am

Really? I'd have assumed you'd be on top of some dirty skank by now.

Nah, did that earlier.

It was alright.

She was on top doing all the work, though, so that was pretty cool.

3:02am

But she was annoying so I threw her out when I was done and here I am.

Drunk and bored.

3:04am

Okay. So what's this game you wanna play?

Let's call it trivia. I ask you questions and you give me answers.

3:06am

Sure. Sounds like fun.

Do I get to ask you any questions?

3:07am

You can, but I won't promise that I'll answer them.

I couldn't see him, of course, but I imagined that he had stuck his tongue out at me while he typed that line. I grinned big at this thought. What an asshole.

3:08am

Okay then, shoot away.

How old were you when you first got fucked?

3:09am

Excuse me?

I sighed. I don't know why I had thought that this would've been him asking me what my favorite songs were or that he would've quizzed me on movie quotes. I should've known better with him. I agreed to play his game, though, and I wasn't going to back out now.

You said shoot away. Just answer it, bitch.

It made me a bit upset that he was calling me bitch right now without any real provocation. When he's called me that before, it was usually after some playful banter or in response to me calling him an asshole. The unexpected aggressiveness from his text made my lady bits stir. I looked down between my legs. "Seriously, vagina?" I said out loud. "Can you not get through a single conversation with him without getting yourself all worked up?"

3:10am

16.

And it was shit.

3:11am

You ever fucked a chick?

I sighed again. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Yes.

That's it? You'd better give me more than that, sunshine.

3:12am

Her name was Sami.

We were freshmen in college. One night we were watching a movie.

Had a little too much wine and stuff happened.

3:13am

Stuff, huh?

I ate her out and fingered her till she came. You happy, asshole?

Verrry.

3:14am

Did you like it?

I've never admitted it to anyone.

But yeah, I really did.

3:15am

You are so hot right now.

My brain told me to roll my eyes at his typical male reaction. My body told me to become overheated at the thought of him getting off on this.

Okay, keep going…

3:16am

Weirdest place you've fucked?

College library.

Naughty girl.

3:17am

Not as dangerous as it sounds.

It was late, the floor we were on was empty, and we were hiding between book shelves

Fair enough.

3:17am

Ever had a threesome?

I shifted uncomfortably in bed. He was barely doing anything, really, just asking me dirty questions. I slipped my free hand between my legs and felt how wet I was. I hated him right then for having that kind of control over me when he wasn't even here.

No.

But it's a fantasy of mine to be with two guys.

3:18am

How many guys have you fucked?

Aww, you concerned that you caught something from me? It's a bit late for that.

Nope. Answer it.

3:19am

Five.

Including you.

3:20am

Tell me about them.

That's not a question, asshole.

3:21am

Fine, bitch.

Who were they and when did you fuck them?

You slut.

Oh really? I'm the slut here?

How many skanks have you banged?

3:22am

Too many to remember.

Now answer me.

Well, I like I said before, I lost my virginity at 16.

To a dumbass with a fauxhawk.

3:23am

I thought I was in love.

His name was Bradley and he went by Bradley. Not Brad. Fucking douchenozzle.

It was terrible sex, not that I knew that then.

3:24am

Senior year in HS, I had a boyfriend named Mike.

He was pretty cool, actually.

Good sex for the time.

But we decided to break up before going to college because we weren't very serious.

3:26am

More.

In college, I made out with a lot of guys at parties and stuff.

Usual college idiot stuff.

Never had sex with any of them though.

Did you ever suck their dicks?

3:27am

A few. Only when I was drunk.

How many, really?

Maybe six, I think? I can't remember.

Yeah, you are a slut, aren't you?

3:29am

More.

I dated this guy named Rob for about a year.

He was really into eating pussy, but he was terrible at it.

But bless his heart, he tried.

I paused for a moment. I was hesitating on continuing to guy four, but I knew Jon would harass me until I answered him.

3:32am

Then in the spring of my senior year, I met Scott.

Sex with him was amazing.

I was madly in love with him.

3:33am

We dated for 2 years, were engaged for 1, and married for 2.

I stared at my last few messages and started to feel sick to my stomach. Any arousal I had earlier was gone now. I hadn't thought about Scott in weeks and was feeling really good. I had felt like I was beginning to finally get over the whole divorce scenario, but this proved that I was nowhere near forgiving and forgetting.

3:36am

And?

And then he left me and we divorced.

And then you snuck into the bar after hours and led me down a path that led to sex with you.

And I've casually dated a little bit since then.

3:37am

But no sex.

3:38am

So why did your husband leave you?

There it was. The question I dreaded. I wasn't ready to talk about it, especially not to someone who was a casual friend with benefits, at best.

I don't want to play anymore. I'm done. Good night, Jon.

I placed the phone on my nightstand and sighed. Scott. I still missed him. I thought we'd spend our lives growing old together, but clearly he had grown to want different things. So much for the fantasies we had created about starting a family. It felt like the five years I had spent with him were a waste now. I rubbed my temples with my fingers. No, no it hadn't been a waste because I had been so happy then. I know I was and I thought he had been happy, too. I sighed again, trying to release all of the tension from my mind and my body so that I could try to get back to sleep.

I jumped at the sound of my phone vibrating furiously on the nightstand. I picked it up and some asshole was calling me. Ignoring my better judgment, I answered it.

"Yeah? What now?" I asked.

"That's how you answer your phone? Bitch..." he replied with a hint of playfulness in his voice. "I just wanted to call to apologize. I went too far with that last question. I should've known that it would have set you off."

I sat silently for a minute, staring into the middle distance, listening to him breathing on the other end before I finally responded. "Thank you. I appreciate it. I know it's been a while now, getting close to a full year, but it is still a very sore subject with me. Maybe I'll tell you someday when I'm finally ready, and only if you're good."

"Hmm, well I don't know how to be good, so I guess I'll never know." I smiled at his cheeky response. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. 'Night, Lana."

"'Night, Jon." I felt much better after the call ended and sleep soon swept over me.

A/N: So I'm headed to SS this Sunday. Pretty excited to see the Shield boys in action again. It's always an enjoyable time. I'd say to look for my dumbass signs, but our seats are somewhere in the middle. Let's hope it's a decent show!