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By what could only be deemed an act of divine intervention, the Calaway sisters were authorized to stay on board; providing the condition that Vince McMahon never so much as lay on eye them again. Quite an impossible feat, but the girls sufficed that they had dodged the wrath of the dreadful Mr. McMahon by the skin of their teeth.
Entering catering, Scott's eyes were caught by the blonde staring in his direction. She never did tell him what the issue was from the previous night, but he could tell it was deep seeded. Yet, sitting here in from of everyone she elected to put on the guise of a badass bitch.
Remembering last night, Reves was mortified. She would never be able to live down the fact that she was crying in front of him. She hated crying as it were, but now she looked like a weak bitch.
Reves was barely aware of her father speaking until he broke her from her thoughts. "Girl, did ya hear me?" Mark demanded.
"What?" she snapped back.
"Don't even think about starting that shit with me," Mark warned.
"Sorry," she said, plainly.
"I said, I am going to go out with Glen tonight."
"Okay, sure," Reves answered disinterested.
"Okay, sure?" Mark questioned. "Where's the argument about how I'm always abandoning you? You got something up your sleeve?
"I'm not wearing sleeves," Reves retorted as she held up her bare arms and flicked her wrists.
"Don't be a smartass," Mark reprimanded.
"She does make a valid point," Glen chuckled as he sat at the table with them.
Mark glared at his friend. "Don't encourage her."
"Why thank you, Glen," Reves flashed her father a smirk.
"Mr. Jacobs," Heather gently corrected her in an inaudible murmur.
Reves, who had developed an acute sense of hear throughout the years of communicating with her mousy sister, simply cast as frown in her direction.
"Well, finish up," Mark instructed. "I have to meet with a rookie who's jobbing for me tonight."
"So how is that different from any other night?" Reves question with only vague interest. Her father gave her a deadpan stare. "What? It was a compliment." She smiled innocently.
"Let's go," he said, getting up from the table. "I'll see you, man," he told Glen.
Glen nodded. "Later," he replied as Mark and the girls walked off.
In order to exit the catering area, they had to venture passed the table where the Kliq boys were seated. Heather had stolen a glance at them and when her gaze connected with Nash's, her heart leaped through her chest and she quickly tore her eyes away. She immediately hastened away, crashing into the back of Reves.
Her sister promptly turned and shouted, "Watch where you're going, will ya?" causing half of everyone in the vicinity to look up at them.
Heather lowered her head in mortification. By now, everyone on the roster has heard of her run in with Mr. McMahon. She was certain they were probably whispering about what a klutz she was and fought back her tears.
"Do you always have to cause a damn scene?" Mark growled as he gripped Reves's arm gingerly and escorted her from the room as everyone went back to their own concerns.
"What? She ran into me," Reves argued.
"I didn't mean to," Heather demurred.
"Reves knows that. She just likes to be difficult," Mark told her as Reves rolled her eyes behind his back as they made their way back to Mark's locker room.
The program had gone off without a hitch and several of the Superstars and Divas were heading out to the bars and clubs to unwind.
The Calaway sisters were taken promptly to the hotel so that Mark may enjoy some time with his buddies. Reves was impatient for him to leave, although she didn't know why. She was sure Scott was going out, just like everyone else on the fucking roster.
Reves glanced at Heather as she settled onto the bed with her book. It was a typical sight, but she was annoyed with her sister's complacency and wanted to chuck her book off the balcony.
Reves hopped on the bed beside her. "Don't you ever want to do anything with your life?"
"What do you mean? I've been to more cities and countries than people twice my age would ever dream to go. I'm going to be a musician and a world-famous composer someday," Heather returned.
Reves growled in agitation. "Do your really want to spend the best years of your life sitting in hotel rooms, reading books?" she pressed as she snatched the book from her sister.
"You know, your deportment is really becoming calculable," Heather sighed, crossing her arms.
"But you still can't stop me," Reves flashed a grin as she stood, jumping on the bed, waving the book at her sister's face.
"I'm not about to indulge you in these juvenile games," Heather told her flatly.
Reves stopped her bouncing and threw herself down on the bed. "You aren't still butthurt because you ran into old Vinnie Mac, are you?
"I am still a tad miffed, yes," Heather admitted.
"You're such a pus," Reves spat, tossing her book back at her.
Heather's face ignited with a crimson glow. "I've told you not to use such expletives. They are horrendous and utterly vulgar," Heather chided her.
"Whatever," Reves was done with this conversation. She was bored and in need of entertainment. "Well, you can rot in this prison cell. I'm going to find some fun." Her hand came off her forehead in a salute before she turned away.
"Rev. Rev don't leave!" Heather called after her though she knew it was futile. Reves was too stubborn for her own good.
Heather ran a hand though her silky tendrils and sighed heavily anxiety mounting on her heart. She was certainly concerned for her sister, but she did not have the energy or desire to go galivanting after her.
Kevin, Scott and Sean had found a local strip club to occupy their time. The drink was fine and the bitches were hot enough, but Scott couldn't help pulling his thoughts back to the feisty blonde. He had been too preoccupied with her as of late. He knew she was probably even waiting up for him at that moment. Still, there was nothing wrong with spending time with his boys.
Not surprisingly, they were recognized by a few of the dancers. The girls flirted a little and there was talk of taking them back to the hotel.
At the moment, Kevin and Scott were in the men's room taking a piss break. "So, what do you think, you gonna take one of them home?" Kev asked as the waited in line.
Scott thought about it for a moment. That redhead was pretty hot, but his body went on edge when the image of the brazen beauty with the ashy hair entered his mind. "I don't think so," he replied.
Kevin studied his best friend. "What's with you, Hall?" he asked as they approached a pair of urinals. "I swear, you haven't nailed a broad in weeks. Not that it really concerns me, when you get to bust your nut," he added.
"Thanks for your concern," Scott said caustically. "For your information, Big Nosey, I've been getting hotter pus in the last few weeks than you have in the last year." Not surprisingly, Scott had been drinking and it was making his lips a little too loose.
Kevin laughed at him. "Yeah? Who have you been fucking? Pat Patterson?" he asked, finishing up.
"Fuck off," Scott retorted. He knew he probably shouldn't spill, but Kev was pissing him off, so he needed to best him to shut him up. "You really wanna know?" He asked, a smirk spreading across his face. He didn't wait for Kev to answer. "It's Mark's daughter." Scott gave an amused chuckle. "Yep, that sexy ass blonde. And damn, can she suck c-"
Before Scott could even finish zipping his pants, Kevin grabbed him, slamming his back against the brick wall with excessive force. His forearm was pressed against Hall's throat. "You idiot! Mark's kid? Do you have any idea what the fuck he would do to you if he found out?" Kevin growled through gritted teeth.
Kevin released Scott and he spoke. "Like I should give a fuck. She's old enough to do what she wants. Mark can suck it," Scott groused. He has certainly a little too buzzed.
"Just stay the fuck away from her. Nothing good can come from messing around with a chick like her. Besides, she is certified crazy, anyway," Kevin tried to talk his friend down.
Kevin was his best friend, but that last statement just rubbed Scott the wrong way. "Yeah, what the hell do you know anyway?" Scott snapped before storming away.
Kevin followed him out to the dimly lit club. Lights flashed in tune to the blaring music. Scott had been quick to depart. Kevin couldn't find him and it looked like Kid had already split, as well. He cursed as he payed the tab, ready to head out. His argument with Scott was putting a real damper on his mood.
"Hey, big guy," he heard behind him as some tapped on his shoulder. He turned and looked down at the brunette dancer known as Jazel. She had changed from her stage attire (or lack thereof) and was wearing a skin tight tee shirt and pair of low-cut jeans. "We still gonna have some fun?" she asked with a coy grin.
Kevin looked her up and down shamelessly. Yeah, this babe was smoking hot. He may as well get him some for all his trouble. Turning on the charm, Big Sexy smiled down at her with his seductive aura. "Of course, sweetheart," his bass voice ran over her like hot ice as he draped his arm around her shoulder and the left they seedy club.
Once again, Reves was waiting outside Scott's room as he approached with a black plastic bag filled with beer. "What are you doing here?" he asked in agitation. He didn't mean to be that way with her, but he was still fuming from his spat with Kev.
"What do you think?" She said nonchalantly, though her eyes never betrayed the sting in his biting tone. She wasn't sure what brought on this change in his attitude towards her. Just last week he had held her as she cried, not questioning, simply being there. She loathed feeling weak and vulnerable. Moreover, she hated exposing those emotions and here he was looking at her with such disdain. "What's up your ass?" she asked biting back, keeping up her airs.
"I don't know. You are my friend's daughter." Scott said, guiltily.
"Does it really matter? Does it?" She asked with a smirk. "I mean, what's done is done. What are you going to do? Snitch on me?" She ran a slender finger down his muscular chest. Reves leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I can keep a secret. Can you?"
Scott felt his erection involuntarily grow. Mother fucker, did she have to be so incredibly hot? This was not a good decision by and means. Scott had enough brains to know he should have sent her packing and nipped this in the bud once and for all, but his desire for her outweighed any logical thoughts at the moment. "On one condition then…"
"And what would that be?" Reves's smooth lips twisted into a seductive grin.
"Tell me what had you so upset the other night."
Reves was taken back. Why the hell did he care? Her heartbeat quickened as she inhaled deeply. She maintained her calm demeanor and countered with her own request. "Spot me one of those and I'll spill my guts," she replied as she pointed to the black, plastic bag which she knew contained a fair amount of alcoholic beverages.
"Alright, Chica. Deal," Scott groused as he pulled out his key card to the to the room.
Heather couldn't find sleep. It was extremely late and Reves had yet to return from where ever she had wondered off to. She was sitting in bed, the low murmur of the television provided her with company. She was growing more concerned for Reves as the days passed. She had always had a rebellious streak, but she seemed to be acting even more erratic as of late.
Heather jumped as her cell phone suddenly started to ring. She recognized Rev's number and hit the button to answer. "Hello?" she whispered.
"Hey! Is Dad back yet?" Reves whispered hoarsely, though it more so resembled screaming. Her speech sounded suspiciously odd to Heather, almost slurred.
"Yes, but he is incapacitated," Heather answered.
Reves let out an uncontrollable giggle. "Come let me in."
Heather left the portion of the room she shared with her sister. She glanced at her snoring father as she tiptoed passed. He appeared as if he were dead to the world. Not long prior, Glen had dragged his dead weight to the room and deposited him haphazardly onto the bed with a great thump. Never the less, she prayed silently that he would not awaken
Heather slowly opened the door, mindful of the light from the hall that was pouring into her father's pitch-black room. Sure enough, there was Reves, swaying back and forth, holding onto the door frame for support. Heather decided it was best to get to the opposite room before chiding her sister for her poor actions.
Reves was snickering as they passed Mark's sleeping figure on the way to the adjacent room, earning her a shush from Heather.
Heather turned and witnessed Reves as she stumbled into the room, crashing into a nearby table and tumbling over a lamp.
"Whoopsies," Reves belted with laughter.
Heather took in her disheveled appearance and was utterly stunned; the bloodshot eyes, garbled speech and skewed equilibrium. The stench of alcohol was a dead ringer.
"Y-you're inebriated," Heather revealed incredulously.
"What's in-ineee-ineverbrated?" Reves slurred, then cackled from the tongue twister she had made of the word. She fell down on the bed. It creaked under her impact.
"DRUNK!" Heather shouted, throwing her hands in the air. The word escaped her mouth before she thought better of it. Lowering her voice, she continued, "You're drunk. Are you completely mad, behaving in such a manner? Where did you go?" Heather was in a state of shock. Her sister was defiant, but never before had she exhibited such reckless behavior.
"I was with a friend and they had some drinks, yes," Reves replied in a boastful manner. A Cheshire grin curled her lips.
"I can't believe you would do that!" the younger girl exclaimed. "Do you realize how irresponsible that is? Not to mention, it's illegal!"
"Don't be such a crotchety old prude. Reves mused. She tried to sit up, but her head was spinning, so she fell back down.
"I am not as you claim, a 'crotchety old prude.' Do you know what Dad will do if he gains any knowledge of your escapades?"
Shaking her head, Heather questioned why she was expending energy debating with her intoxicated sister. There was plenty of time to discuss the night's affairs in the morning. At the present time, her sister needed rest.
Bending down, Heather unlaced her sister's black leather boots and pulled them off. She tossed them to the floor and lifted her sister's legs onto the bed. Shifting the prone body was difficulty, she managed to bring her sister's head to rest on the pillow. Heather held her breath, as her face was mere inches from her sister's.
Suddenly Reves threw her arms around Heather's neck with a grip like a vice. "I love you, baby sister," she gushed and kissed the younger girl's cheek.
"The feeling is mutual," Heather stated as she attempted to free herself from her sister's grasp. "But right now, you need rest." She has successfully broken away and grabbed a throw blanket that was laying atop a suitcase. "Goodnight, Rev," she said with a sigh as she covered her sister.
Heather shut out the lights and switched off the television. Apprehension was buzzing in her skull as she laid herself down beside a now slumbering Reves. She feared that her sister had started
down a dangerous path and Heather wasn't sure what to do. Just who was this friend her sister spoke of?