Chris had been summoned into the outside parking area and now stood against a back wall, amused to the point of heavy laughter.
Huge length of a sleek shiny tour bus, Punk crouching on top, peering down into the skylight, Dbry doing his best to climb up to a window to spy, Sheamus already at one,grinning before two security guards with a size to them that made Show seem more in the Hornswoggle category, shooed them away.
One grunted in the direction of Chris, who near fled in panic.
'You.'
'Widdle me?'
'Don't smart mouth, just get in there. You're the one he wants to see.' The guard waved a massive brick sized hand. 'Not these others.'
'Righto,bucko.' Chris replied, getting glared at more.
Inhale,exhale,jog in place a bit,might as well stretch too.
In the bus, was Randy, surrounded by dozens of dangling on a string cut out paper Maple Leaves, tiny flags everywhere too.
'Raided the local big name party supply store,I see.'
'Happy Canada Day!'
Chris kept his gaze on the white and grey vertical striped hat Randy was wearing, NOT on his scalp,black trim and matching black skull 'n' crossbones deco.
'Thought it suits you, you know...skulls, the rock star lifestyle...'
'How you'd fit all in there?' Chris partly joked.
'I...um...sorta folded it up.'
'But of course.'
'Sooooo, do you like?'
Chris slid-plopped into Randos lap,teasingly removed the party hat with his teeth, felt sweat drip into his hair, grinned back up at his lover.
'I love.'
'Then let's celebrate!'
'Not celebrate.'
'No?'
'It's Paarrrrrrr-taaaayyyyy!'
'I have alot to learn.'
Lean in for a bus load of kisses.
'I'll be glad to teach you.'
Back again.
That night again.
Very young, with untamed locks and nervous sitting in the bar.
His first love,first crush,meeting for the first time,that rough,rugged,stern face.
A not impressed expression on that face.
Glanced at him,slugged some beer.
'So you're a Chris too?'
Jericho panicked out the dream,awoke in time to cut his scream short before he woke Randy.
Too late.
Ink swirled around him, tightened exactly like snake coils, suitable.
'Nightmare?'
'Yeah...kinda.'
'Talk about it?'
'yeah, you lost your tan and got as white as Sheam.'
'You're NOT funny!' Randy smiled faintly in the dark. 'Except the other 300 plus days of the year.'
He rolled back over and closed his eyes.
Chris didn't.
Afraid of who'd visit him while he dreamed.
Jinder located the holey sock after much searching.
'Hey,you need this?'
Drew halted his tooth scrubbing,spit foam into the marble sink. 'An old worn out sock?! No way!'
'Could I...have it?'
'You want a moth eaten sock.'
'Yes.'
'Lemme guess, Party Cow number 5 thinks she's a dog now?'
Jinder squirmed and tried not to let the lie show obviously. 'That's right.'
'Help yourself then.'
' !'
Drew resumed grooming, grateful to FINALLY have a night out with Evan's brother, with His Star, something romantic, something Justin wouldn't interrupt.
Having his mouth full of sticky sweetness reminded him of Jayge.
He didn't WANT to think of Jayge,he kept telling himself,but did anyway. Alot.
Spit again,went straight to face washing.
'Very nice.' justin shoved and wiggled his thumb through the hole,making a Scot sock into an instant SA arm sleeve,fit snugly and soft beneath his own latex ring gear.
Jinder didn't comment, he didn't ask why two people who argued so often still were attracted to the other,couldn't stay away.
He held his wad of tens instead.
'I have a major job for you,if you want to make some big bucks.'
'How big?'
'Over a thousand?'
'Hmmm...' Having many Party Cows did take plenty of cash to care for, not to mention his own wants and needs. 'Sure!'
'Great.'
'What should I do?'
'Put an end to their date.'
