--Chp16--
"Can we party now?" Amy smiled.
For a long while after, everyone drank and drank. Amy was getting more and more drunk as the hours wore on, as were the rest of the group. Amy looked around and realized that neither the Hardys, nor Matt Korklan, had shown up. She was so excited she could hardly contain herself. She glanced over at the Divas table and Melina, Barbie, Beth, Eve, and Mickie were dancing on top of it.
"I'm gonna go dance with my women" Amy slurred to Randy. Amy stumbled over to the Divas table and got on top of it, with Beth's help of course.
"Happy birthday you crazy broad" Melina said as she pulled Amy into a hug. "We love you!"
"I love you guys too" Amy smiled. "Let's boogey!"
"Only you would say boogey" Mickie laughed. "You're so weird!"
Amy smiled at Mickie and shrugged her shoulders.
Randy watched from afar as his woman danced with her chicks. Dave came up and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Pretty nice present you got her" Dave smiled.
"Yours was too" Randy smiled back. "And that was pretty creative. It must've taken a while to get 'em made."
"Only about three months" Dave shrugged. "It was well worth it, though. She was real happy and that's all that matters to me." Dave sighed as he watched his best friend dance with the girls. Randy put his arm around his shoulders and patted his back.
"Don't worry bro" Randy told him. "I'll make sure she's alright while you're gone."
"I know" Dave sighed. "I just…I don't know. I never thought I'd be so close with a Diva. Most of them hated my guts until Amy came along."
"Now Dave you know that's not true" Randy sighed. "They just…well. Okay they DID hate you. But ya know how women are. Plus that whole Nitro Melina thing didn't help either."
Dave gave him the 'gee thanks' look and Randy nervously rubbed the back of his neck. He was trying to make Dave feel better and it obviously wasn't working. He had to think of something and quick.
"Dave I know what will make you feel better" Randy smiled. "Dancing with all of those Divas!"
Dave gave him a smile and practically ran over to the table the Divas were dancing on. His best friend extended her hand and all the girls helped pull him up. Barbie danced in front of him and Amy danced behind him. Randy was having a great time watching Dave trying to dance. In fact, he thought it was pretty damn funny. Dave couldn't dance to save his life, but he sure was trying for those Divas. Well any man would try for those Divas.
Randy felt a tap on his shoulder and when he turned around, he wished he hadn't. There stood his arch nemesis Matt Korklan. He wasn't alone, though. He was with Randy's long time friends, Matt and Jeff Hardy. Randy gave Korklan a glare and he shot one back. The elder Hardy saw that the situation was about to turn even worse so he stepped forward to extend his hand.
"Hey Randy" Matt Hardy smiled. "How are ya? Sorry we're late to your woman's bash but we had to do an interview for . We got her some stuff, though."
Matt Hardy handed Randy some wrapped presents and Randy smiled at the elder Hardy and shook his hand. "Thanks Matt" Randy smiled. "I'm sure she'll love them, seeing as how they're from her 'most favoritest tag team of all time' ya know."
"Your girl is just as sweet as can be" Matt Hardy grinned. "Where is she by the way? We'd love to wish her a happy birthday."
Randy pointed at the table Amy was dancing on and Matt Hardy smiled and shook his head. "How many has she had tonight?" he laughed.
"I'm not really sure" Randy said as he stroked his chin. "I think maybe about 6 Jack and Cokes?"
"What kind of boyfriend doesn't keep track of how much his woman drinks?" Matt Korklan grumbled.
"Did you actually say something BOURNE?" Randy sneered as he stepped forward. "Because if you did, I'd like to know what it was."
"I said 'What kind of boyfriend doesn't keep track of how much his woman drinks?'" Matt Korklan screamed in his face. Thank goodness the music in the club was too loud and no one else heard except Jeff and Matt Hardy. However, across the club, Chris Jericho saw the situation unfolding and scurried over.
"What's going on here?" Chris said as he stepped in between the two men. "Is there a problem?"
"My problem, Chris" Randy sneered. "Is that this snot nosed little punk is trying to tell me how to handle my woman's drinking! It's almost her birthday for christ's sake. Let her drink!"
"Um Korklan" Chris stammered. "Why don't you come with me to the bar and I'll buy you a drink?"
Chris hoped this would work. It always worked with his favorite fellow blonde. Matt gave him a nod and the two of them walked to the bar, leaving Randy alone with the Hardys.
"Jesus christ" Randy groaned as he sat down. "Who the hell does that guy think he is?"
"Not sure" Jeff shrugged. "Maybe he just cares about Amy."
"He cares a little too much if you catch my drift" Randy sighed as he ran his hand over his head. "He sleeps with my chick once and he's hooked!"
"He slept with her?!?" Matt blurted out. "I thought you two have been together for, like, six months!"
"He slept with her before we became an official item" Randy sighed. "Actually, she slept with him right after she punched me for punching Junior."
The two Hardys looked at each other and then back at Randy with wide eyes, almost pleading with him to tell the story.
"Didn't you guys hear about this from someone else?" Randy groaned. The two Hardys shook their heads. "Alright the cliff notes version is basically I heard Junior confess his love to Amy. I confronted Junior the next day in the hall and I got so pissed that I punched him. Amy heard the ruckus and came out in the hall. When she saw I had knocked out Junior, she cold clocked me right in the jaw. She then told me it was over and roomed with Irvine. Then she slept with Korklan. The end."
"Damn" Jeff said in disbelief. "That is one chick ya don't want to piss off."
"No kidding" Randy chuckled. "That right hook of hers is lethal. Thankfully I haven't pissed her off since. She has a crazy ass temper, that's for sure."
"That why ya love her though right?" Matt Hardy laughed.
"Definitely. That and she's hot, sweet, downright hilarious, and wears her heart on her sleeve." Randy smiled. "She defends the ones she loves with every bone in her body. She acts pretty tough, but she's just a big softie."
"Sounds like a catch Randy" the elder Hardy smiled. "You better hold on to her with all your might!"
Randy just smiled and gave Matt a nod. He had every intention of treating Amy like a goddess.
Meanwhile across the club, Matt Korklan was slamming back drinks like they were going out of style. Chris tried to talk him out of drinking so much. After all, he was a small guy. But Korklan didn't care. He was pissed that a douche like Randy had such a wonderful girl like Amy. He was even more pissed he had to be in the same zip code as randy Orton.
"Um you should slow down, kiddo" Chris laughed nervously. "Or you might puke up your liver!"
"Aw who cares anyway?" Matt slurred as he sat down. "My life sucks. I love a girl I can't have and some asshole player has her instead" Matt said as he facepalmed.
Chris considered Orton a friend and was a little ticked that he referred to him as an asshole. But Chris reminded himself that they kid was just jealous of Orton and wanted what Orton had: Amy.
"Well Matt, Orton really isn't that bad once you get to know him" Chris chuckled. "I know he seems like a dick, but he's pretty cool in my book."
Matt looked up and gave him a 'you're crazy' look then his eyes drifted over to where Amy was dancing with her girls….with her best friend right in the middle.
"Ugh even Dave gets to dance with her and I don't" Matt sighed as he gazed at Amy. "Some guys have all the luck."
"Uh Matt" Chris laughed nervously. "That's her best friend. Of course he gets to dance with her! That's in the best friend contract you know."
"Well YOU get to dance with her an awful lot" Matt sighed. "You guys aren't best friends."
"Blondie is my pal" Chris smiled proudly. "It's in the 'pal contract', kiddo. Pal is practically best friend status!"
Matt sighed and slammed his head back onto the table. Chris sat there for a moment, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the whole situation. He felt like he was Dr Phil and Matt was one of those guests who were in denial about something. Even if Blondie was single it would not work with this kid he thought to himself. Blondie is rude, obnoxious, and a total bitch! Matt is shy, polite, and nice. Blondie doesn't want or need a doormat! Chris thought that maybe he should remind Matt of this factor but decided against it. Matt ordered another drink from the waitress. After she dropped off his shot and he slammed it (a shot of Jack) he stood up.
"Uh where are you going Korklan?" Chris asked nervously. He had a feeling he knew where he was going too.
"I'm going to ask Amy to dance with me" he said with confidence.
"Uh I think that might be a bad idea" Chris stammered. "Unless you want her boyfriend to rip off your head and use it for a baseball."
"That guy doesn't scare me" he slurred.
"Well what about her 326 pound best friend?" Chris reminded him. Matt defiantly shook his head and heading towards Amy's table.
Here comes the fireworks Chris thought to himself.
