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CHAPTER FIVE: I'VE GOT THAT POISON.
I managed to sleep well despite the trouble I had been through during the day, I think the events had just worn me out completely and as soon as I hit the sheets after showering I was out like a light. Even the next day had passed me by quickly, I had spent most of the morning in my room having a well deserved lazy morning, and then left for a quick lunch at noon with Natalya and a few of the other girls. I had managed to avoid Randy at all costs, because I think it's fair to say that if I even caught a whiff of his scent, I'd be on him like a rabid dog, set on letting out all my aggression upon him after what he had done.
It was now about six in the evening and I was getting ready with the girls for a night out at a nearby club, we were going to treat ourselves considering we didn't have any work to do until Sunday at a house show. Luckily, I had spent the day getting to know a few more of the Diva's thanks to Nattie's introductions, and we all seemed to be getting along really well. I didn't know what to expect tonight, or where we were going, all I knew is that we were going to a club with most of the girls who were on the road and I needed to look 'sexy' – as Nattie had so kindly put it. Smack me if I sound too vain, but it wasn't exactly hard for me to wash up for a night out – luckily my mother had passed me her looks.
After rummaging through my suitcase and throwing nearly all of the contents out onto my bed, I had decided on a bodycon dress which was now hugging at my curves like a second skin, cutting off around mid-thigh. The girls were all getting ready in the main room but I had opted for some privacy and fled to the bathroom to get ready – they hadn't seen me in my 'going out clothes' so I wanted to surprise them. Especially Maryse who had made it perfectly clear that she thought I was going to end up looking like a tramp. I'd prove her wrong and outshine her, the bitch. After applying my finishing touches of make-up It was fair to say that I was ready to walk out of that door. I had given my hair an extra curl with the curling wand so that they were more loose curls rather than waves, and I had decided to go for a more natural look with my make-up, my eyes lined with liquid eyeliner which flicked at the sides in a cat-eye effect, some mascara and a pretty red lipstick to finish the look off.
I finally left the bathroom after collecting my clutch from the bathroom counter and suppressed a smug grin as Maryse's eyes widened into saucers as she took in my appearance. I had to admit, I loved the dress, it was nothing special, just a black bodycon piece with a lace panel at the back which lowered down into the shape of a V, the revealing material stopping at the bottom of my back which revealed the angel wings tattooed onto my flesh. We had all risen an extra few inches due to our heels, mine being a pair of ordinary Loubiton pumps, but that still wouldn't make a difference around the men, we were short-asses and high heeled shoes wouldn't make that much of a difference.
"You look hot, girl!" Nattie complimented with that infamous grin of hers that the cameras always focused on during her matches.
"Enough, enough! I know I look good!" I teased in a playful voice, giving a quick wink before looking around at the other girls – everybody looked set to go. "I think it's time we get out of here." I was the first to speak up about leaving and it seemed that everybody was thinking the same thing because we were out of there in an instant.
We were riding in style and someone had gone out of their way to make sure we had a long, black hummer waiting for us outside of the hotel – and as soon as we were all seated we popped open the bottles of champagne and the night of drinking began. It wasn't long before we arrived at the club and we piled out of the hummer one after the other, taking our time to make sure neither of us stumbled out of the vehicle and out onto the sidewalk on our asses… THAT would be embarrassing.
The club was full of people, and it seemed that we had a few fans amongst the party-goers too, considering we had a few requests for photos whilst on our way to the VIP section of the club. But as soon as I stepped through the curtain I instantly groaned as my eyes instantly fell upon those which belonged to none other than The Viper. Nattie had caught on with what I had been groaning at and she took hold of my hand, guiding me towards one of the dimly lit booths.
"Just ignore him, sweetie. You're here to have a good time, don't let him ruin that, okay?" it was hard to tell if she was just really enthusiastic or just shouting over the music. It was probably the latter considering the volume of the tunes they were blasting through the speakers on the main dance floor.
"I know.. Don't worry, I'm going to take no notice.. in fact, who are you even talking about? I have no idea what you mean.." I trailed off, alerting Nattie of the fact that Randy would be the least of my concerns. But who was I trying to fool? I may have fooled Nattie but I certainly hadn't fooled myself.. I couldn't get the thought of him out of my hand no matter how hard I tried! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I had no idea who I was addressing in my mind, either my subconscious or God.. either way, one of them really hated me.
An hour or so into the night, Eve and myself were stood at the private bar, laughing over a story that she had decided to come out with and tell me about. I had loosened up after downing at least five shots of whatever Ryder had been ordering and I knew I was gradually getting closer to that point where I would end up dancing on tables and singing as loud as I possibly could. Most people would be trying to prevent that and calming down with their drink, but I wasn't most people, I was Tiffany Marvel and I was going to do whatever the fuck I wanted, even if it did make me look like a complete fool. I had just finished my glass of Vodka and Orange when I heard the familiar voice of Cody from beside me.
"Tiffany.." he had spoken in that alluring voice of his, it was almost as knee-weakening as Randy's.. Wait, who am I kidding? Nothing was as knee-weakening as Randy's voice. I apologised to Eve and turned to face Cody, a grin instantly curling at my lips as I leant my hip against the bar.
"Hey Cody! I hope you were warm enough in your rental last night." My voice was way to enthusiastic but that was because I was borderline hammered, but that sarcasm was intentional – even though it wasn't Cody's fault that I had been left out in the rain, I was still incredibly irritated and he was the only one there that was talking to me now, so I had to let some of that anger out.
"I'm sorry about last night.. I really am. But you can't blame me! If it was my decision I would have let you ride with us, but well.. It wasn't my decision to make, it's-." Cody began, but I wasn't having anymore of it.
"Randy's.. I know!" I cut him off instantly in a sharp tone of voice, briefly turning my head to gesture for another drink from the barman before averting my gaze back towards Cody. "But I'm still pissed.. I had to walk in the pouring rain, not to mention the thunder and lightning! Which might I add.. Terrifies the fuck out of me!" Yes, I admit it, I was shit scared of stormy weather, but I had good reason to be! My house had been struck by lightning when I was young and the fear had stuck with me ever since. I sighed and tilted my head back, pinching the bridge of my nose between my index finger and thumb. "Can you please just go? I'm trying to enjoy myself and you being here Is just making me remember how angry I am.. I'm not angry at you, but you're the closest thing to Randy so.. Yeah." I knew it was a bitchy thing to do, but I was simply trying to save him from a world of trouble – if I let my bitchy side loose there would be no telling where our friendship would end up, or if there would be any form of a friendship left! I was surprised to see that Cody actually agreed, even if he had been a little reluctant to do so.
I had lost count of the amount of drinks I had consumed, and I was too tied up in dancing to care. I had been on the main dancefloor for a while now, simply moving my body to the beat and dancing with whoever decided to step into my zone; male or female. If I had been sober I probably would have calmed myself down a little, but I wasn't, so I was going to go all out, even if it did make me look like a slut. Who cares? I was on top of the fucking world. In fact, I was feeling a little too good. If my dress hadn't of been bodycon it would have been stuck to my flesh anyway due to the fact that I was damp with sweat, and even wisps of hair were sticking to my face. The music was now a distorted thud in my ear canals and people around me were like scenes from a horror movie, as they moved their bodies blurred, as if someone was taking a picture of them with a slow shutter speed. As well as the music, I could hear my heart beat in my ear, beating faster than usual to the point where it made me feel physically sick. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew that my feet were taking me somewhere as I zigzagged trough the crowd of dancers, bumping into people frequently – this wasn't like me at all.
"Hey lady, are you okay?" even though the young man was beside me, it sounded like his voice was a million miles away, across the other side of the grand canyon so that when he spoke it sounded like he had shouted and all I could hear was the echoes. All I gave him was a nod of my head, but he must have thought otherwise, as I soon felt his hand against my shoulder. I instantly panicked – why was he touching me? Was he going to hurt me? I lashed out with my arms and hit his hands away, it was only now that I realised that my arms felt like jelly.. and what was with this sudden sense of paranoia? I gripped onto the railing and literally had to pull myself up the small set of steel stairs, my heels wobbling beneath my feet to the point where I stumbled and had to hug the railing so that I didn't fall to my knees. My vision was slowly getting worse, but right now I was still able to see things pretty clearly, the only downside being that if something moved or if I moved too quick, their bodies blurred like an abstract painting. I reached the top of the staircase and reached out for something to support myself on and apparently I ended up holding onto the suit jacket of one of the bouncers stood at the curtain.
"Miss Marvel.. Is everything okay?" the big, muscular man spoke and I looked up at him giving another nod of my head, at this point when I tilted my head back it felt like I was going to fall over, and clearly I almost did because I felt the guard catching my shoulders in his big hands.
"I'm fine.. get off of me." I grumbled in a slurred voice, I couldn't even recognise my own voice, what the hell was wrong with me? I hadn't had that much to drink had I? Even if I had, I had never reacted to it like this before. I stumbled through the curtain and into the VIP section where most of the roster were still enjoying their evening. I was now at the point where I could only see clearly to a certain distance, anything beyond that point simply faded into a field of blurs. I walked slowly (if you could call it walking) further into the room, and with every step I took I felt like somebody was spinning me around, faster and faster, like one of those carnival rides where the people who spin you don't listen to your cries to slow down. I had been so out of it that I hadn't noticed the body in my peripheral vision and I ended up knocking into something solid, and a set of hands caught me for the third time that evening, steadying me on my feet. I couldn't bring myself to look up straight away, as I feared that feeling that would come with it, it made me feel violently ill, if it was possible to feel any worse than I did now.
"Watch were you're going, Tiffany.." I could recognise that deep voice anywhere, but now wasn't the time to feel the effects of his husky voice, my knees were already weak, in fact, both of my legs felt like jelly. I slowly looked up, I could feel my head wobbling as I tried my hardest to keep my head tilted back at that angle to look up at the face of the Viper, his beautiful features fading in and out of focus.
"You're pretty.." I slurred, simply speaking out the thoughts on my mind like there was no tomorrow – something was definitely wrong with me. I noticed how his eyebrows raised before a serious expression creeped back over his features – he had sussed out that something wasn't wrong, that I was either incredibly drunk.. Or something different entirely.
"Uh, Tiff?" Another voice, this time from a female, but I physically couldn't turn to seek the face of Nattie, everything was beginning to feel so much worse, so I kept my gaze fixed on Randys. "Sweetie? What's wrong?" I felt her hand against my back, it couldn't have been Randy's because he was still holding onto my shoulders.
"I don't.. I.. I don't feel so good." It took me a while to speak but I got there somehow, my speech was slurred and my throat was dry. And then suddenly my head rolled back and my body followed with it as my limbs finally gave in to whatever was in my system.
"TIFF!" I heard Nattie squeal over the sound of the distant music. However I didn't fall back with a nasty thud against the ground, I was caught by strong hands and hoisted up into a muscular air of arms. And the last thing I remember before seeing black and falling limp in those arms was the pair of beautiful icy blue eyes, full of worry and concern, staring down into my own.