Pairing: Becky x OC and other pairings to come
Rating: M for mature events that will appear throughout the story.. (Smut, drugs, and other sensitive topics could be mentioned)
I own nothing except for any OCs that I use and the story itself. All the other characters belong to themselves obviously and Impact Wrestling/WWE/whatever promotion. This story is complete fiction. AU (Alternate Universe)
No One's POV
Tuesday Evening
"Miss Mero, are you not as ecstatic as I am about your newest opportunity? Ric chose you to be the bright star showcasing all their marvelous fashion and cosmetic lines. It opens up more opportunities for yourself and Baskow as a whole. He wants no other model, but you to represent and model his products for the foreseeable future." The Advocate explained enthusiastically, recalling the key points of their recent meeting with both Ric and Charlotte Flair about the finished commercial and photoshoots. Over the short amount of time working with the younger Flair, Daisy had enjoyed working with Charlotte. The brunette felt like she was able to enjoy the project more and make a friend in the process. It felt so good to feel such happiness whenever doing something that she's grown accustomed to despising.
"Yeah Paulie, that's fantastic news." Daisy didn't even attempt to match Heyman's happiness over the news. So, what if she has been chosen to be the face of the Flair's corporation? None of that really mattered to her. Her eyes continued to look at the portfolio of photos containing the dozens of photos that had been taken throughout the week. Two photoshoots and a commercial, all this work was so tedious, but Mero was pleased with the results even if she wasn't showing it physically.
Paul noticed the lack of emotion in his star client's voice. Her eyes looked blank as she flipped through the pages of the portfolio. This change in mood had occurred very recently, the Flairs had departed from the office about ten minutes prior. Heyman stood up from his chair and walked to the other side, his gentle eyes looking down to the brunette. "Daisy honey, what's bothering you? Normally you are happy about this sort of news."
Miss Mero exhales a small sigh. She gently closed the portfolio and set it back on the desk. This wasn't Heyman speaking to Miss Mero the model, this is Paul speaking to Daisy as the father figure he is to her. "I'm sorry Paul." The brunette managed to say softly as her eyes looked up at him.
The Advocate was baffled by the softness in her voice, he watched Daisy stand to her feet. "You have nothing to be sorry for." Paul stated with a hint of confusion in his voice. There was absolutely no reason that Daisy needed to apologize. The realization hit Paul; his hand rested on her shoulder. "Oh... is this about earlier?"
"…I shouldn't have treated you the way I did." That confirmed everything, the change in emotion was remorse.
"Perhaps I was speaking a bit out of term sweetie, but you did manage to control your anger pretty well considering." The brunette gave a small nod of her head, showing that she heard his words. Daisy despised a lot of things about herself but on the top of that list was her temper. The brunette has always had quite the anger problems, and the smallest things managed to upset her, especially as a teenager. Looking back on how she acted back then, she saw nothing but a mini version of her mother. She didn't know how to care about anyone but herself, still following behind the evil Queen. Torrie and Stacy realized the path she was walking down and did their best to teach her compassion and empathy. Yes, it started working but the woman that managed to change her the most was Kaitlyn.
Daisy's teeth pierced into her bottom lip, she closed her eyes and took a couple deep breaths. The brunette always had difficulty talking to her parental figures about her feelings. It's due to the fact that Rena hasn't cared about what she's wanted for so long. "I didn't like that you were disrespecting Rebecca." She admitted.
"I wasn't aware that you knew Miss Rebecca."
'How would you know, Paulie?' Daisy debated if she should elaborate further on why she didn't like what her Advocate had said about the orange-haired Lass. "We.. uh.. met before I started working with Charlotte." She elaborated vaguely, the brunette really didn't want to go into details about their one-night stand and how she's been hooked on her ever since. Inhaling a couple breaths through her nose, she continued. "Yeah.. I.. Well I have feelings for Rebecca, and I'm pretty sure she feels the same way about me. We did go out on a date last week; it was one of the happiest days of my life."
The brunette couldn't believe the words that she managed to utter out, those unique feelings from Becky, she wanted to explore them more. Paul was taken aback about the news revolving around a real potential love-life for the young Mero. The Advocate had known about her real sexuality from early adulthood, he was the third to find out from the brunette herself. Torrie and Stacy were the first. Paul loves Daisy unconditionally and whoever she chooses to love in life, regardless of gender, he would support her. Heyman embraced the model. "Daisy honey, that's wonderful news. I'm so happy that you are able to talk to me about this." The growth that Daisy had undergone the past several years was really showing who she truly was. Originally thought to be a carbon copy of Rena Mero, the top layer of paint had been scraped off to reveal that she's actually a carbon copy of Marc Mero. Her heart, thought to be shielded in ice, had thawed and continuously growing. Daisy has started to show compassion and empathy for the girls and the people around her, even strangers. All the hardships she continues to go through, it's made her stronger. She's finally surrounding herself with more people that love and cherish her. "What about Mister Orton?"
This arranged marriage bullshit disgusted Heyman to no end. He could tell from the get-go that neither party was attracted to the other. "I told Randy about her, and I told Rebecca about the situation with Orton. I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm still so closeted to the girls here, the media and the world." There was a brief moment of panic in Daisy's voice and her grip around the Advocate tightened. The amount of people that knew she was gay was low enough to count on two hands. Now realizing the other models had been her friends the entire time, it feels like she's betraying and lying to them. Alicia and Deonna don't seem too pleased with the brunette at the moment, and she doesn't know if Toni patched things up with them. Maybe she will tell them, or one at a time because the whole situation with Randy is going to cause confusion.
Paul gently grabbed each shoulder of Daisy's, causing her to look directly at her with a baffled expression of her face. "You are going to overwhelm yourself if you think about all of that now. What matters right now is that this woman respects and understands your situation and cares about you." Daisy's heart fluttered at the last sentence and thinking about Rebecca. How did she manage to get so lucky? Someone that wasn't obsessed with her in the wrong ways. Someone who looks to genuinely care about her. …Is this what it felt like to be loved? "I noticed how she looked at you in the studio. I think you should go and find who makes you happy and not what people want to force on you. I disagree with Orton Senior and your mother, but my hands are tied for the most part." Heyman had tried on numerous occasions to talk Rena out of this selfish wish of hers. Her daughter should be able to pick and choose who she marries but the older Mero is only thinking about the benefit of money and fame, never Daisy's happiness.
"Yeah, I know. She wouldn't accept me for who I am, would she?" Why does that continue to matter to the brunette anymore? It shouldn't but deep down, there is a small girl that just wants to love of her mother, something that hasn't been felt for some time now.
Paul felt the slight pain in the young model's voice, he wanted to give her a concrete answer, but the older gentlemen didn't have one. "Rena is too complex for me to analyze but I know more people would accept you and no one here would be against you." The Heyman Hustle Girls adore Miss Mero, and they would never be against her coming out to them.
The Advocates words managed to soothe the storm cloud of panic and anxiety attempting to form inside Daisy's mind. She smiled, wrapping her arms around Heyman and gently embracing him. "Thank you. I'm still sorry about how I acted earlier."
"That's not you anymore sweetie, and I'm really proud of you. Remember that okay."
"I love you. You're such an amazing Dad." She really didn't tell Paul this enough, she has learned so much from him. He's been the closest thing to a father for so long, Daisy really does see him as her dad.
"I love you too kiddo. You are a blessing of a daughter." The young Mero took in his words and released the loving embrace. She never feels like a great daughter, to any of her parental figures. Daisy gave the older gentleman a gentle peck on the cheek and parted her lips to say something else but a knock at the door interrupted her thought process. "Ahem. Enter!"
With permission from the Advocate, the door quietly opened and to reveal the man that both of them had been waiting for. "Wiseman, you summoned me." Roman Reigns walked into the room but didn't shut the door behind him. The Chief felt a lot of tension in the room and couldn't figure out if something was the matter. His attention turned to the brunette that was staring at him. "Ah, Miss Mero, forgive me, did I interrupt something important?"
Daisy and Paul shared a look between each other and the brunette gave the man a reassuring smile. She glanced down to her phone. "No Roman, you are actually right on schedule as per usual."
"Miss Mero, there is actually someone here that wishes to see you. I asked them to wait out in the hallway until I received permission."
The news made the young Mero curious, if it was any one of the girls they would have made their presence known by now. "Oh? I wasn't expecting anyone to come to the office unless it's Jade to fetch me. Is it her?"
"No Ma'am."
"Alright, have them enter." It has to be someone that she knows or else, Roman wouldn't have let them up this far without getting permission from Paul or Miss Mero herself first. Daisy's phone dinged, which caused her to smile slightly. She didn't even have to look at the message, she knew it was Rebecca letting her know that she was waiting for her outside. As the brunette was looking down at her phone, debating on responding to the message now or in a second, the sound of footsteps approached. Daisy looked up and immediately her eyes widened in shock. It was definitely a blast from the past, that's for sure and someone that she hadn't seen for almost a year now. There stood a man, who was barely taller than Reigns, wearing a black leather jacket, a gray tank top and washed-out black and gray jeans. His toffee-colored hair was scruffy on the top and shaved on the sides. "Oh my god, Mox!"
Before Jon Moxley was able to utter a single sound, Miss Mero rushed forward and embraced the taller and older man. "What the fuc-" This perplexed the security guard, he scratched the side of his head and looked down to Daisy. She's never shown any affection like this. "Whose kid is this? This isn't the same Miss Mero I'm used to."
"Sorry, I'm happy to see you." Daisy looked up to Jon, giving him such an innocent and happy smile. It still confused him; this presence feels so different compared to before. But considering everything she's gone through; she did the opposite of getting cold and hardened. She's warm and compassionate. "How's Renee and Nora?"
'Ever since the incident in LA and my injury, she's been calling weekly to check in on me and my family. They were barely the topic of conversations beforehand. Is this because she's guilty of my decision to do what I did?' Moxley thought to himself as the brunette released the one-sided embrace. He scoffed a small smile. "I can see that kiddo. Both of them are doing great, Renee adored the flowers and shit that you sent. You know I don't like that mushy stuff." Deep down, maybe there was a teeny tiny lie sprinkled in there. He did love seeing the happiness on Renee's face at all the gifts.
"Mox, I know but I can never repay you for saving my life." Why? Why does she always need to be saved? Why did someone hire those men to attempt to take her? Daisy Mero had a net worth sitting at around forty-five million dollars. That net worth is exactly half of her mother's current net worth at ninety million. Daisy has been more successful than what her mother was at her age. This didn't really matter to the brunette though; this fame is more of a nuisance than a benefit. Sure, it's amazing to have countless amounts of money, but the fans can be a bit much.
"Miss Mero, Jon wants to accompany us tonight." Roman informed the young model as she looked between the two.
"Absolu-"
"Kiddo, before you say, 'absolutely not', I'm healed and ready to punt a fucker in the head for what they did to you." Anyone that dared to interrupt the brunette, had major balls to do so, but there are a few expectations that would not be subjected to her wrath. Moxley was definitely one of those.
Both of Jon's bosses knew that it was pointless to try and argue with the lunatic. Once he sets his mind to something, it's impossible to change it. Paul nodded his head, giving the security guard permission to accompany them. "Mister Moxley, please do be cautious but I do trust that you two will look out for Miss Mero and Miss Cargill."
"Miss Who-wha?"
"Miss Cargill is one of the newest signings for the Heyman Hustle Brand and was possibly the intended target of the spiked drink." Roman explained.
Moxley let out a confused grunt, folding his arms across his chest. "Why does shit have to change so much while I'm gone?" It's been almost a year since the security guard even stepped foot back into Baskow. Being able to spend time with his wife and infant daughter was amazing and much needed; however, a lack of work schedule can drive a man insane. Roman told Jon about that Sonya Deville woman taking his spot in the meantime. "But don't worry Paulie, I'll look after both of the girls."
"Thank you, gentlemen. All of you better be safe." Roman and Mox nodded their heads and started heading out of the office. Paul and Daisy shared one last glance to each other, the brunette understood that the last sentence was directed specifically at her. Mero smiled at him before turning her heels to follow in the same steps as her security guards. There was a small wave of relief washing over her knowing that she had an extra set of eyes watching their backs tonight. Her safety wasn't really a concern though, Daisy was more worried about Jade and Rebecca. The thought of something happening to either one of them terrified her, especially Becky. The woman who easily managed to capture her heart with a mere glance. A unique orange-haired beauty that has charmed her in many ways.
The three of them walked outside and upon doing so, they were met with a snarky voice welcoming them. "About time, you got out here." The voice belonged to none other than Jade Cargill, she glared at the three mainly at the so-called leader of this group. Daisy's eyes scanned the parking lot looking for a certain Lass that should be here. She noticed the car in the parking lot and the brunette couldn't help but smile. "Is this your security?" The silver-haired woman said with disgust, gesturing to the two men while they all approached her.
The brunette woman wasn't going to entertain the attitude, it would only escalate the situation further. "Hey Daisy, who's the bitch?" Moxley stage-whispered over to his boss, causing Daisy to mentally laugh at the question but on the outside, she managed to keep a straight face.
"Excuse me! Who the hell do you think you are!" The irate model exclaimed. The audacity of the greasy looking man to call her such a vile name. She wasn't going to allow that to stand. Jade walked forward and was about to raise her hand to strike Jon until the other unnamed man intervened and stepped forward. Cargill arched her brow.
"Miss Cargill, I am Roman Reigns. I am the chief of Security at Baskow. I was requested by Mister Heyman and Miss Mero to accompany you both tonight." The Chief introduced himself, hoping to dissolve and the anger from the newest signee. The Samoan man gestures over to the brunette man. "This is my partner, Jon Moxley, he is also going to be accompanying us tonight."
"Man, why do you gotta use the term partner, sounds so gay." Jade rolled her eyes at Moxley's remark. Daisy chuckled lightly but smacked him on the chest to get back in line. He let out a grunt, looking back at the ebony beauty and smirked. "So, you're the newest woman to Baskow, nice, you got a taste, kiddo." He responded, giving Mero a pat on the back.
"I didn't have anything to do with her or Kiera's signing. That was all Paul." Personally, Mero wasn't that interested in looking into Stokely's crew, honestly, she wasn't expecting to expand past four girls. It always seemed like bad luck to exceed that number. She's glad her advocate is such a genius. These two are gold mines.
"Yeah, he's probably looking for your replacement and I'm right here, boo." Jade gave a smirk over the brunette, pointing to herself confidently. Moxley scratched the side of his head at the oozing confident model, he fought back a chuckle. The past twenty-five years of the Heyman Hustle Girls have always been run by a Mero; it wasn't going to change soon.
"You tell great jokes; I do like you." Daisy gave a lighthearted smile which made the ebony beauty scoff. Was Cargill going to be the one that Mero has been looking for? Only time will tell, but she did want them to be friendly rivals and become friends somehow. She understands if that never happens though. There are some people that hate her guts and that will never change.
The sound of a car approaching caused all eyes to go to the vehicle, the girls knew that it was Becky. "Did someone order an uber?" She asked cheekily, looking over to both of the models, her eyes lingering a bit longer at the smiling. No matter what Mero wears, it also appears that she gains more beauty each time they get to see each other. "Hey ladies and gents." Her attention went briefly over to the two security guards, one looked like he could be a professional athlete and the other looked like a random you could find in a pub.
"Great, now there's a FireCrotch that I don't know. Right, so we follow behind you?" The brunette man disliked change and now there is this other woman with highlighter orange hair. Is she a model? Fuck if he knows.
"Moxley chillax, and yes, follow Rebecca to the destination. Roman already has the address on his GPS. Once at the destination, Rebecca is in charge of you both and you don't act until she gives the okay. Am I clear?" Daisy instructed, turning back to look at the two men and Reigns gave a nod of the head in understanding at the objective.
"You got it Boss Lady, Ro let's go." Jon was still pretty confused about the entire thing. Why were both of the security guards assigned to look after Miss Mero and Miss Cargill going to be following orders from a stranger? Daisy must have a lot of faith in this ginger woman. Maybe he will get more information out of Ro on the way to the bar.
"Alright, ladies. Both of you get in the back, and no hitting each other either. You two have to play the part." Jade and Daisy exchanged a quick glance between each other and the brunette walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. She wanted to sit up front with Rebecca and stare at her the whole way there but for now, Daisy has to pretend to barely know her. "So, if you have something mean to say, get it out of your system." Rebecca watched the pair close their respective doors and buckle themselves in.
At first the pair were completely silent, as the silver-haired woman was looking out the window as Becky started driving. Daisy was the one that spoke first. "I actually don't have a problem with Jade. I can honestly understand the dislike for me." If anything, the brunette respected Jade's confidence and admired her physique but those thoughts would remain in the depths of her mind for now. It took a lot of guts to get in her face and say what she said. 'Is she really the one that can take my spot?'
Hearing how nonchalantly the brunette was speaking about her, Jade snapped her attention away from the window and looked over to Daisy. "You're trying to act all high and mighty. That's why you sent your little lapdog after me." She snarled, pointing over to the model, who crossed one leg over the other. Not even being at the studio for twenty-four hours and her second day there, some bitch had the audacity to grab ahold of her and threaten her. Another little bitch shoved her best friend to the floor.
"I didn't send anyone after you. Rather if you believe me or not, I was going to let the situation blow over that I was roofied. Kait wants to protect me, she told Paul. I did not." Honestly Mero had contemplated letting the events of that night blow over even if she knew that it could potentially make things worse.
"Okay. Say that's true but if I was the one that roofied you, would you not say anything?" Jade wasn't sure if the brunette had the balls to lie to her face. After Daisy stopped her little lap dogs, she threw accusations Cargill's way too. She was hellbent on convicting her for the crime as well.
"I wouldn't have known I was roofied if it wasn't for Kait. She picked me up and took care of me." Truth be told, she doesn't really remember shit after dancing with Toni for lord knows how many times. She remembers the warm feeling in my heart hearing all of her comforting words and just feeling the blonde's embrace. A genuine connection that Daisy was able to recognize finally after being blind for so long. "It's happened to me a couple times before." She said over to Cargill.
Jade's eyes narrowed over to the brunette but the somber look in Daisy's eyes made Cargill consider that this was in fact the truth. "...Really?" If Daisy was telling the truth, then the sympathy the ebony model was feeling makes a lot of sense. Hearing the revelation from Becky that the silver-haired was potentially the one that was intended to drink the malicious drink. It actually did scare her deep down. She has a family that loves her. A husband and a daughter that is her entire world, someone could have ripped her from that.
"Yeah, two times prior and you know, I'm okay with drinking it in your place because you don't deserve it either." Even though Jade is kind of a bitch, she's tame thus far compared to the fuckery Mero has dealt with previously. It's a defense mechanism to ensure that her confidence doesn't dwindle. She's seen it before. Daisy nodded her head and gave a smile over to Cargill. "I'm fine with you not liking me. I have a lot of haters and that's not going to change. I can't change your opinion of me but tonight, we have to pretend to be friends."
The ebony model felt her gaze soften slightly at the brunette upon hearing the fact that Daisy was okay with getting drugged instead of hers. '..Hmph, I don't need your sympathy. I'm not going to roped into your bullshit like the other girls. Even if you are telling the truth..' Her thoughts ran rampant, she scoffed. "Yeah yeah, I know the plan. Becky explained it to me." Rebecca had already talked to both women in detail about the plan. The Lass managed to talk to Jade while Daisy was busy in the office with Mister Heyman. As for the brunette, Becky had called the model the night before and talked to her in detail of the plans. Amongst other things, the bartender longed to hear her voice again. Jade folded her arms across her chest and let out a small growl, her eyes locked with the driver for a brief second before turning back to Daisy. "I'm not doing this because you got roofied, I am doing this to uncover the truth and to prevent anyone else from getting drugged by that asshole." A common goal, that's all this short alliance is. "I want to clear my name and to get your lap dogs to stop accusing me of a crime I did not commit. They also accused Kiki too."
The accusations were natural given that Kiera is Cargill's best friend. Daisy did feel guilty at going after the younger model given there was no evidence against her. Hogan was actually a huge fan of the HHG so it must have stung. Once this was over, the brunette really needed to apologize to her and the others. "Very well then, I am also on board with Rebecca's theory. I don't want to assume anymore that you would do such a thing to me. It isn't your style." Daisy remarked, looking over to the silver-haired model. Such a barbaric strategy felt so beneath Jade to commit, she would throw hands without a second thought; not hire someone to fight in her stead. "You wouldn't use such cheap tactics to knock me off my throne."
"No, I don't need them. I'll be on that throne soon enough."
"Mmm, we will see sweetheart." Rebecca would occasionally glance back in the mirror to make sure the two models weren't being handsy with each other. Becky's eyes would linger on Daisy longer than they should, but she couldn't help it. The confidence in the model's smirk as she relaxed herself in the backseat, looking away from Jade back to her cell phone. She wasn't intimidated by the taller and stronger woman. "I've been pretty comfortable here. Let me know whenever you want to pose a threat." Would there ever be a true successor to the Mero legacy? She hasn't had to budge a finger in a while now even the senior models before from her mother's group. Daisy didn't care about any of them or their tarnished egos at being replaced by a mere child. The brunette wants these girls to all succeed her; they have too.
There was a certain thrill that the ebony model felt upon hearing the confidence out of the Mero woman. She loved having a challenge. Cargill never had to struggle to be at the top of her previous agency as well as the Baddies. But Mero, she was top four in the country; besting her is a whole different ball game and Jade was determined to do it too. "Oh, you're cute, boo." Jade couldn't help but chuckle. She reached over and grabbed the side of Daisy's head, forcing the brunette to turn and look her in the eyes. "I'll really enjoy knocking you down a couple pegs."
Daisy fought back the urge to smile in delight. This challenge is the closest she's felt to a true rival. Alicia and Toni have been the closest competition Mero's had, they are amazing at what they do but this fire from Cargill, feels so different. "Any who, Rebecca dear." The brunette looked away from the ebony model and looked to the front of the car. She waited for the beautiful ginger lass to look back at her in the rearview mirror. "We truly appreciate that you would be willing to help us figure out this mess."
"It's no problem. Any friend of Charlotte's is a friend of mine." That was mostly the case, although Becky had met Daisy before Mero met her best friend. This act of not really knowing each other is exhausting at times but completely worth it. Despite complications, it's still easier to do this. The less people that find out about their intimacy, the better. The car came to a complete stop. "We've arrived at the destination. Thank you for riding with Uber Lynch."
Both models in the backseat let out a small chuckle, Jade was the first to unbuckle herself and open her door. "Five stars boo, we will see you in there. Come on, Miss Priss, let's get this over with." She didn't even wait for the other model to respond; Cargill had already exited the vehicle.
"Alright your Majesty." Daisy fought the urge to roll her eyes at the rudeness of her companion for the evening. The sarcastic tone in the brunette's voice caused Rebecca to let out a giggle that Daisy thought was just the cutest sound ever. Mero unbuckled herself and got out of the car and the driver did the same. "Thank you, Rebecca."
"No problem."
Both of them smiled brightly at each other, not sure if they could really say anything else but going their separate ways for the evening, for now. Each one of them longing for the other's touch, it's driving them both crazy. Daisy gave a little nod of her head before turning and looking in the direction that Cargill went in. "Jade, wait for me!" She exclaimed, walking at a brisk pace to catch up to the model.
Rebecca chuckled again upon hearing the brunette huff out in annoyance. She's getting to the part where it's getting harder and harder to leave the gorgeous model. There were some perks to watching her walk away though and she's going to let her eyes and imagination wander the entire evening. "Alright Firecrotch, what's the deal with you?" A voice questioned, making her begrudgingly look away from the backside of the brunette. Becky's gaze met the two security guards, the one that spoke she remembered Daisy calling him Moxley. Jon and Roman walked over to the orange-haired woman. The brunette man glanced to the entrance of the bar and back to the new woman in front of him. "I know you aren't a model. You don't carry yourself like them. What's your name?"
'Didn't you pay anything to Daisy whenever she talked about me? He doesn't look like he would be a security guard for someone like her.' Her thoughts running full force about this strange man in front of her. "It's Becky. I'm a friend of Miss Mero as well as Miss Cargill." Well, that's a little bit of a lie, Jade is still on her iffy list, she doesn't like how Jade talks to Daisy. But at the same time, Rebecca can understand the hostility and why the ebony model might be threatened by someone of her status. Hopefully after tonight, everyone can start over on the right foot.
"She's the one that figured out that the culprit is most likely the bartender." The Chief elaborated.
"It's the only way that the drink could have been spiked. I'm certain of it. I'm going to keep an eye on that fucker and whenever I give the signal. You two will kick his arse but leave a hit or two for me." If the security wasn't going to accompany them, Becky was hoping to throw hands by herself. There was a possibility that her bestie could have gotten said drink as well, but Daisy was the unlucky victim. But feeling the way she does about the brunette, Becky's willing to do whatever needed to protect her from this jackass. "If I'm wrong and it was Cargill to begin with, it's a closed case for her."
That last sentence especially got the attention of the lunatic security guard. "Wait hold up, you mean the bitch in there with Daisy is a potential suspect?!" He exclaimed over to the orange-haired woman, who nodded her head slowly. "And.. we are supposed to let her hang around this bitch."
Roman noticed the worry on the brunette man's face, he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Jon, that's why we are also here too. Nothing is going to happen to Miss Mero, not with us here." He reassured his best friend.
Jon wanted to believe the man that is pretty much his brother but there have been times where this hasn't been the case. He's known Daisy since she was pretty much a stuck-up teenage brat so he has a soft spot for her. The only Mero he can tolerate, and he knows how much Paul loves her. This is dangerous and that's why Moxley was planning on coming whether or not it was on orders. "...Fuck, you don't know that." He sighed, his attention slowly on the female bartender. "Becky, how sure are you on this theory of yours?"
"I am about ninety-five percent certain that the spiked drink was intended for Jade." This used to be about seventy percent, but the more that the orange-haired Lass thought about it, the more sense it made. There were six other women sitting at the table with Cargill and the odds of that second drink being given to the person of desire was one in seven.
"Hmph, I can work with those odds." Moxley punched the palm of his head with a sinister smirk on his face. He was mainly excited about being back on the job again. Sure, Jon enjoyed all the time he was able to spend with his beautiful family but not working was driving him slowly insane. "Alright, let's go in there. I'm ready to punt a fuck in the head." Roman and Becky nodded their heads in response to his eagerness and followed his lead into the bar.
Meanwhile both of the Baskow models were already inside the bar, looking around to see that the place looked to be not as busy as expected. Starting now, the two needed to make sure they got along and paint the illusion that they are friends. Daisy looked over to the ebony model and decided to be the one to speak first. "I am curious Jade, where did you get that dress? You looked absolutely stunning in it." She wasn't lying, the brunette thinks Cargill is absolutely gorgeous, and that blue dress was scolding hot on her.
"Thank you. It's Retrofete." Daisy nodded, taking another look at the dress. Jade looked over to the slightly shorter model, who smiled back at her. This was going to be a long night for her. It felt like being around this woman was going to be hell, wasn't it? Cargill smiled, visibly scanning the dress that Daisy was wearing. It was a pretty dress, and it was also blue to match Cargill's. The beading on this dress was amazing, making streaks down its entire length minus the swirls along the breasts. The halter neckline allowed her shoulders to be free and her torso was covered in a thin sheer overlay. The dress went to about mid-thigh and exposed her lower back and shoulders. "I do like your dress too, is that a Sherri Hill?"
The knowledge of her dress in an instant astonished Mero, who nodded her head. "Yeah, it is. Good eye. What would you like to do first?" She asked, the others don't seem to be inside this place yet, so they don't need to go to the counter at this exact moment.
"Alicia said that you are a good dancer, I'd like to see what I am competing with." According to Fox, Mero was the best dancer out of all the Heyman Hustle Girls minus Layla and Eve, which were two of her teachers. Jade didn't paint this woman as a dancer, only a pretty face to pose half naked in front of a camera.
This caused Daisy to smirk, she loves having some kind of competition whenever it comes to dancing. Without a second thought, the brunette reached down and grabbed a hold of the silver-haired model's hand. "Ooohh. Show me your moves. Let's go!" Jade didn't even get a chance to pry her hand away as Daisy started leading them to the dance floor.
The second party of three entered into the place, Rebecca looked around feeling a small sense of familiarity. "I feel like I've been at this place before, this screams a place Cedes would go too." Mercedes has honestly been to every bar in Las Vegas at this rate so it's quite possible that Becks has picked her up from here a time or two.
"Where are those two at? They haven't gone to the counter yet." Reigns asked, scanning all the tables and the bar counter to not see either of the models in sight.
Jon didn't see them either at first, perhaps they had gone to the restroom first. That was until he managed to see Cargill on the dance with Daisy beside her. He pointed over in their direction. "They are on the dance floor. Let's find a good spot to sit at." Rebecca nodded her head as her eyes lingered on the gorgeous brunette for a few seconds longer. Mero had the prettiest smile on her face as she danced with Jade, she couldn't see the other model's face, but she hoped they would get along for the night. The entire plan revolves around it. Moxley chose the table the three were going to sit at for the night. It was a table on the right side of the bar, the location gave a clear view of the inside of the counter area that way Becky could watch the bartenders every move.
Roman and Moxley took a seat on the further side of the table while Becky sat the closest to the counter. Not even sitting down for a minute or two did a waitress notice their presence. She approached them with a big grin. "Good evening, lady and gentlemen, my name is Penelope. What would you like to drink this evening?" The waitress was a little shorter than Rebecca, with long flowing blonde hair. She was wearing a biker jacket that seemed to be a bit big on her, a green crop top and a black skirt that came to mid-thigh.
"You want a beer, Becky?"
"Aye, I could use one."
"Fuck yeah, bring us a pitcher of your best beer." Moxley spoke to the waitress. He wasn't going to drink that much; the brunette man promised his wife that he would be taking it easier and cut back on the drinking. Jon intends to keep that promise.
"Yes sir, I will be back shortly with your beer and glasses." With that, Penelope dismissed herself to go back toward the counter to retrieve their orders.
Rebecca watched the waitress; she spoke to one of the men behind the counter. The other man was serving another customer, chatting up a storm with them. "Hm, two bartenders are working tonight, both males. I don't know which one that we are needing to focus on." None of the girls were able to give a name, so it's a fifty-fifty chance on which one it is, if the culprit was even working tonight.
"Miss Mero and Miss Cargill will point him out if they remember his face." Roman reminded the orange-haired lass.
"I'll kick both their asses."
"Mox, I promised Renee that you would be on your best behavior. Only if they both deserve it, then we beat them down." Trying to keep his brother under control was nearly an impossible task, he's so unhinged. It's a miracle that he hasn't jumped the counter to beat the shit out of the bartenders and interrogate them then and there.
Becky let out a chuckle and agreed with Reigns. She spoke, "You both are security guards for Baskow, that has to be pretty cool. I bet you have to beat a lot of arse. I've had to do so myself a few times. How long have you two been doing this?" If she was going to be spending a majority of the night hanging around the security guards, she might as well get to know them. They are close to Daisy, so she'll probably see them again.
"Eh fuck, it had to be since about 2012 because it was a year or so before I started dating my wife. She used to be a receptionist there until about two years back, now she's a stay-at-home mom for our daughter." Moxley was one to believe in that cheesy concept of love at sight, but Renee Young managed to make him a firm believer. She was drop dead gorgeous and Jon wasn't sure how he was able to marry such a goddess.
"I started working there about the same time. I used to be security for Mister Heyman but whenever Miss Mero took over as the lead model, Heyman entrusted her safety to me. I chose Moxley as the other guard for her." Roman explained, he managed to be the Wiseman's personal security for a couple years. He adores Paul. Whenever Rena stepped away from the Heyman Hustle Girls, she gave the remainder of the group to her daughter. Once Daisy stepped onto the scene, Paul was concerned for her safety now that she's an adult. Only the best security for Miss Mero and his Chief of Security fit the bill nicely.
"What about you, Firecrotch? Whatcha do for a living?"
Becky fought back a scoff at the stupid nickname and the fact that the brunette has managed to forget her job. He probably wasn't listening to his best friend entirely. "I'm a ba-"
"Hello again, sorry about the wait. Here is your pitcher and your glasses. I'll be back in a little bit to check in on you guys." Rebecca never got to finish her sentence as the blonde had returned with three glasses and a pitcher filled with beer. She gave them all a bright smile again.
"Thank you."
Penelope left the trio to enjoy their drinks, going across the bar to where a new couple had sat down. Roman grabbed a hold of the pitcher and glasses and started pouring a drink for all of them. After preparing the drinks, he slid one over to Rebecca and then to his brother. "Hey Aaron, do you mind covering for me so I can smoke?" A male voice managed to attract their attention; it was one of the bartenders. He had short dark brown hair that was combed over to the right, and a bit of stubble on his face. The man had on a white graphic t-shirt and black jeans.
"No problem, Kip, by the way a 699 and 700 walked in a couple minutes ago. On the dance floor, they've been here before, I'll keep an eye on them."
"Alright, yeah please do." Kip responded; he took a quick glance over at the dance floor. Once he was able to identify who his coworker was talking about, he nodded his head. "I'll tell Penelope too."
"What does that mean?" Jon asked, looking over to the two bartenders. Why were they mentioning numbers?
"It's bartender code, I bet that they are talking about Jade and Daisy. 699 means that an attractive woman that will get some attention has arrived. 700 is the same thing but they consider her to be the hottest woman in the entire bar." Rebecca explained, looking over toward the dance floor to see that both Jade and Daisy were dancing together like they've been friends this whole time. Roman seemed intrigued by the answer that Becky gave. Moxley looked to the dance floor. "Usually, it can be used for safety, those are the girls more likely to get hit on, good attention or unwanted all the same." Which would most likely be very true for them, only idiots wouldn't hit on sexy models like them.
"I knew picking the table closest to the counter was the smartest choice." The Samoan security guard said he looked over to Becky. "If they shout out any more numbers, let us know."
"Miss Mero and Miss Cargill are going to the counter now."
Both of the Baskow models made their way over to the counter after a couple songs of dancing and pretending to enjoy each other's company. Well, that pretending was one-sided, Daisy honestly didn't mind the slightly bitchier of the pair. "You know, I wasn't expecting you to have such good dance moves." The brunette said jokingly with a laugh, looking over to the ebony beauty and playfully tapping her shoulder.
"You're underestimating me, boo. I'll have your number in no time flat." Jade replied with a smirk, smacking Daisy's shoulder playfully albeit a little harder than the brunette's tap.
"Mhmm, we will see." The slightly younger model cooed in a teasing manner as they arrived at the counter. Mero took a small glance over to some of the tables, noticing that the three weren't on the left side of the bar. She looked quickly over to the right, seeing the three sitting at the closest table to the right side of the counter. She gave them a brief smile before turning her attention back to Jade. "First round is on me."
"Charmer."
The two women shared a small smile at each other as they took a seat on stools beside each other. It wasn't long before one of the bartenders noticed the new presence of the models. The man was about six feet tall and had long, black hair that was slicked back and went past his shoulders. The nametag on the shirt said Aaron. "Hello, what can I get for you lovely ladies this evening?" He greeted them, looking between the two with a charming smile.
"I would like some vodka party punch, what about you?"
"I'll have the same." Cargill wanted to mimic the same drinks as Mero to not complicate things. The silver-haired model stared at the man for a couple seconds longer. 'I don't recognize this one at all. He's not the one that served me the drink.' She thought, looking down to the other end of the counter. 'I could have sworn there was a different bartender posted here whenever we came in.'
"Coming right up."
Daisy watched the bartender walk away; she looked over to the model beside her. She wasn't sure what to do now, the brunette didn't have the best social skills. They needed to pretend to be friends or at least acquaintances. She did want to get to know one of the newest Hustle Girls. "So Jade.." Mero waited until the ebony beauty's attention was on her before asking. "What got you into modeling if you don't mind me asking?"
"I got scouted while I was working out in a gym. Oddly enough, the agent was friends with Stokely and introduced me to him. They were looking for the perfect face for their brand and I fit the part. I even got to spend some time modeling in France about two years ago." Going to the gym and running into Mark Henry was one of the best things that has ever happened to her. His compliments felt so genuine compared to all the thirsty men in the world. An honest man that kept to his word and managed to start her climb to stardom. He's like another father figure to her.
'Such a chance meeting, one in a million, that agent had a keen eye for talent. I wonder, if I wasn't a Mero, would someone think the same about me?' Daisy found herself thinking something that shouldn't matter at this moment, but she was curious. To be honest, Mero has limited knowledge of the other agencies in Las Vegas unless they work closely with Baskow. "I must admit, I do not have the knowledge of Stokely like Heyman does, but you do have the aura of being a leader. It's understandable." She had never heard of Stokely until Paul and him were in talks about working together with a couple of his girls.
"I can't tell if you are trying to kiss my ass or not." Cargill responded teasingly. Why was this woman complimenting her so much? Jade's literally there to take her spotlight and potentially take over the Heyman Hustle Girls.
"You wish!" Daisy exclaimed with a laugh; this response managed to get a chuckle out of the silver-haired model.
Jade rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah totally, my husband might have something to say about that and Randy would too."
Daisy felt a knot form in her stomach at the mention of Orton. She knew that eventually the other girls would talk about the fake relationship and ask loads of questions. She hated that she would have to continue to lie but that mask has been glued on for so long, it should be easy to keep going. "Most likely yeah, how long have you been married for?"
"We got married earlier this year. Brandon and I got engaged whenever I found out I was pregnant."
The news that the Baddie was a mother shocked Daisy at first. Honestly, the brunette almost thought she was lying at first, Jade's figure doesn't look like it's gone through the miracle of childbirth. "Oh! You have a child, and you look smoking hot. Girl, you have to teach me your ways." Daisy attempted to rack her head around what workout routine the silver-haired model would have done to get that marvelous figure back.
"I have a daughter and she's two now."
Daisy fought back a sigh. Hearing about children always gave her a bittersweet feeling inside, she couldn't quite describe it. The brunette forced a smile. "Can.. Can I see a picture of her?"
"Oh, yeah." Jade would never deny the opportunity to show off her beautiful princess. She grabbed her phone out of her purse and unlocked it.
At that moment, Aaron had returned to their side of the counter. "Here are your drinks ladies." He placed the drinks in front of each of the models as they both thanked him. After that the bartender went back to servicing a different customer. The two women grabbed a hold of their glasses, Jade surprisingly held the glass toward Daisy, offering a toast.
Mero smiled, as they clinked their glasses together gently and took their first sip of the beverage. "Fuck, that burns just right." Daisy hummed out in content, taking another sip.
The ebony model hummed in agreement and set the glass back down on the counter. She opened up the photo album where she stored all of her photos of her daughter, Bailey. Jade leaned over closer to Daisy, showing the screen to her. "Here you go, I have loads of pictures and videos of her."
"Jade! She's beautiful!"
"I know, she's perfect and my entire world." There were so many pictures that it was impossible to pick a favorite. Bailey had the brightest personality and was a really smart girl. One of the photos was of her and her daughter in their home gym, the little one was trying her hardest to flex and show muscles. There were more pictures of them by the pool, birthday parties; you name it, and Jade probably has a picture of them. Their little family was the most important thing to her. Talking about Bailey made the fact that Daisy was so close to her tolerable. Right now, Miss Priss didn't seem that bad. Her curiosity was peaking about the brunette's personal life so she decided to see what Daisy would tell her. "So, what about you, tell me about you and Randy? The girls seemed shook to find out about your relationship with him."
Daisy took another small sip of the alcohol; she might need several drinks to get through the night if they are going to talk about her dumpster fire of a life. "Ah, it's because I kept a majority of my life private for the most part. But I'm trying to be better about trusting others and opening up to friends." Rena was solely to blame for all of that. Not everyone is a backstabbing cunt hell bent on ruining lives. "Randy and I have known each other for pretty much our entire lives, our families are pretty close."
"I see, the typical childhood friends turning into lovers in adulthood. It's such a cute romance trope." It was definitely not that, but it sounds way better than the arranged marriage bullshit that the couple was wrapped up in. Daisy nodded her head, trying to keep a smile on her face. There was only one woman that she's romantically interested in and she's sitting over with her security guards. Jade looked down at each of Daisy's hands and pointed out. "He hasn't put a ring on that finger yet though."
"I know he's waiting for the right moment." That was a lie, Randy and Daisy originally had this big plan they were going to act out for the holidays. Rebecca changed everything in the best way possible. Orton agreed to wait because he cares about Daisy's happiness. It's all on the brunette as to what they do going forward.
"Have you two talked about kids yet?" Cargill questioned.
"I.. uh.. Not really yet. I'm not sure if I am exactly mother material." Kids have been a topic of both families since Mero had turned eighteen. Continuing her cursed legacy was high on Rena's agenda, she has two daughters that can provide a third-generation model for her. Does Daisy even want kids? The thought of her turning into the monster her mother is, instantly shuts down the idea. Would she even want the child to legacy her path? Most likely not but Daisy would allow her children to pick their own path in life. Shackling down a child to carry on your will and the automatic hatred from peers, it's exhausting and no one deserves that.
"You never know, but I think you need to give yourself more credit." Jade surprised herself with the compliment, she wasn't sure if she really meant it. Cargill noticed the slight change in demeanor from the brunette and realized it's a possible trigger to talk about family. Not every family is perfect. During the next ten minutes or so, the second bartender had returned back from his smoke break and the pair had finished their glasses. The Baddie model noticed him out of the corner of her eye, she immediately recognized that man as the one that handed her the two glasses. Discreetly Jade would keep looking to the right where the others were, trying not to let her gaze linger too long. After a minute or two, Becky noticed that Jade was looking over to them. Her eyes would quickly dart over to Kip as she extended her pinky in his general direction. That was the signal the three were waiting on, they knew who to watch. "Next round on me, boo."
"Aren't you being sweet? I hope you can handle a good bit of alcohol because I plan to party the entire night." Mero playfully cooed over to the ebony beauty.
"Don't push your luck." Jade remarked, trying not to let the brunette annoy her. 'Does she even remember what we are doing here? We aren't here to party.' She fought back a scoff, no matter, if Miss Priss was going to be useless; Jade was going to assist the others however possible. No one should have to fear getting drugged by someone that is supposed to service you. "You know, you have good taste in booze, perhaps I've misjudged you a little bit."
This wasn't some cheap vodka that you could pick up at a convenience store. "I have a whole liquor pantry at my house, I'm sure that you would find something you'd like in there."
"Ha! You sound like an alcoholic." Jade laughed, hearing how ridiculous having an entire liquor pantry instead of just a shelf. She realized with that last sentence that Daisy was actually wanting to invite her over at some point. 'How far is she willing to keep this act going?' Cargill wasn't sure how to feel about all of this. How much of this was lies for this pretend scenario? Was Daisy telling the truth with anything she was saying? Jade was no longer sure.
"Guilty as charged!" Both of them laughed together as the brunette was trying to capture the bartender's attention for more beverages.
Over an hour had passed since the group had arrived at the bar with the mission to catch this sleazy bartender. Roman, Jon and Rebecca sat at the table and continued to watch the women from afar. There was one thing that Becky had noticed while watching the pair at the counter or on the dance floor. That was that Kip and Penelope kept looking over in their direction whenever Aaron wasn't serving them. At first, it didn't feel all that suspicious. Whenever there's 699 and 700 in the bar, it's a bartender's duty to watch over them. But the blonde waitress's gaze lingered more each time. Becky has been eying Kip every time he makes a drink, but nothing stands out. Is she wrong? Is it really Jade? "I can't believe that they seem to actually be getting along, I thought the bitch hated Daisy." Moxley spoke as his eyes stayed glued to the two women walking back to the counter from the dance floor. They've each had several drinks, it's almost like they are trying to outdrink each other. He smirked, knowing that Cargill wouldn't be able to last against the other model.
"It's the competition talking as well as the accusations that were tossed at her. I'd be mad as well."
"That's a valid point, the Kip fellow hasn't served them at the bar, it's only been Aaron." Roman wonders if Kip is intentionally avoiding them just in case, they had figured out the drink was spiked. Does he know which girl got the spiked drink?
"Penelope has been looking over in their general direction a good bit. Do you think she's responsible or involved?" Jon noticed that the blonde was once again looking at them, a clearly forced smile on her face, that's what he thought anyway.
"Jade gave me the signal that it was Kip who handed her the drink. I don't think the waitress is involved. She's doing her job."
Moxley noticed that Aaron was closer to their end of the counter and that's whenever a lightbulb went off in Jon's head. He was going to force a scenario to happen. He was getting bored of waiting. "Fuck it, let's go to the counter and sit on the other end. I have an idea." Becky and Roman glanced between each other, nodding in agreement as Moxley stood from the table. They had been done with the pitcher for some time now so why not go to the counter and get closer to the scene. The three of them walked up to the counter, taking a seat on the stools. Rebecca sat the closest to where Daisy and Jade had sat down, she glanced over and both of them met her gaze. Jade kept a neutral gaze on her face meanwhile Daisy beamed a beautiful, intoxicated smile. Becky's heart thumped a couple times; she forced herself to look away and focus on the mission at hand. "Hey, my man, care to hook us up with a couple beers?" The brunette man spoke, gaining Aaron's attention.
"Yes sir! Coming right up, Kip, can you tend to the ladies at the other end?" He asked his coworker. Becky looked over to Mox and arched her brow, he could only grin back at her. She began to understand what his intentions were coming up here. It was smart.
"Yeah, I got it."
The bartender known as Kip walked to the other end of the counter where Jade and Daisy were sitting. He spoke with them for about a minute or two before going over to prepare their drinks. Rebecca watched for any different movement compared to preparing a simple drink. He reached down and grabbed a couple new glasses, but Becky noticed that one hand went toward his pocket. She resisted the growing urge to jump the counter, noticing a small plastic baggie that he discreetly pulled out. He quickly placed the baggie back in his pants pocket and went to prepare the drink. Rebecca had the evidence she needed, he managed to place the pill at the bottom of each glass. She bit into her lip realizing that he intended to spike both of their drinks, they were both his target. Becky stood from her stool and pretended to stretch as she watched the bastard bartender make his way back to them. She started walking their way, Becky saw the glasses get slid in front of them as they thanked him. Jade and Daisy shared another laugh, and the brunette was the one to notice her presence. Cargill turned and gave her a smile and a wave as both models toasted their glasses again. "Oh, hey Re-" Before either one of them could take a sip of their drinks, Becky used her strength to smack the glasses out of their hands and onto the floor. The sound of glass shattering attracted a lot of attention, but Becky turned away from girls and looked to Moxley and Roman.
"Oh, that fuck is so dead! Let's go Ro!"
"Like the good ol' days, Mox." Both men knew what their orders were immediately, leaping over the counter and both men darted past Aaron, who called out to them to stop. Kip was staring baffled at the glass shards on the ground, what the hell happened whenever he turned away? He felt the sweat forming on his brow, his plan was temporarily ruined but it's not like he couldn't try again. Kip didn't even get a chance to pretend to be concerned about the two models, his eyes glanced to his left and saw two men charging at him. It was at that moment, looking at Becky, that he realized that his plan had been discovered and they knew what he had done. The more muscular of the two security guards speared him in the abdomen, sending him into the ground.
Roman stood up and fixed his hair, as Mox pounced on the bartender and started to hammer away at any part of his body that wasn't being covered. "Hey fucker! Do you get off on roofing innocent women, huh?!" Jon shouted which attracted the attention of some of the customers in the building and Aaron, who wasn't sure what the hell to do as Reigns turned to stare at the other bartender. Roman knew that Jon wasn't going to let him get any more hits, but this fucker deserved a beating of a lifetime.
"What the hell! Get your filthy hands off of my husband?!" Penelope rushed over near the counter only for Roman to stand in her way. Whether she was innocent or not, he wasn't going to let her near the one-sided fight.
Becky couldn't help the wide smirk that remained on her face as she watched the security guard pummel away at the bastard trying to harm her friends. She turned to face the models, Jade and Daisy hadn't uttered a single sound and were probably still processing the scene in front of them. "Are you alright, ladies?"
The question made Cargill snap back into reality as the Baddie model looked to the floor and the shattered glass. That's whenever it hit her. "Wait... You smacked both of our drinks, does that mean what I think it does?"
Becky nodded. "Yeah, both drinks were spiked, and Kip was the culprit. I saw it with my own eyes." Both girls couldn't believe what Rebecca had told them. So, there wasn't a singular target in this sick and twisted plan of his, they were both in danger from the start. Daisy looked over to Jade and felt empathy about the situation, and dreaded the thought of what could have occurred if Rebecca wasn't watching them. Jade's family needs her, so she needs to be safe.
"My husband would never do something like that, you delusional bitch."
"Since you are defending him, I have a feeling that you are also involved, Penelope." Reigns added in.
"I bet that those pills weren't even fully dissolved in the bottom of those glasses." Becky was positive that the pills wouldn't have had enough time to dissolve in the time it took to get to the table. Kip didn't need to worry about it since the drink wasn't clear in color. Rebecca looked back to the security guards. "Mox, search his pockets, he pulled them out of there. He tried to be slick and put them in the glasses while he was grabbing them from the bottom shelf."
Jon looked down at the now knocked out man and let out a disgusted grunt. He didn't really want to dig around in some guy's trousers. But he rolled him over and reached his head down in his pocket and pulled out the baggie. "Yeah, got them, here, what are they?" Moxley stood to his feet, fist bumping Roman and tossed the bag over to Becky.
Her eyes carefully scanned the pills, they were circular and flat in nature. She's familiar with these pills and their green variation. "Definitely Rohypnol, I bet the same stash that roofied Daisy that night." She said with venom in her voice, looking at the brunette, who was looking down at the pill baggie. "Penelope kept looking over your way too." Things were starting to make a little more sense now; it wasn't just one person; there is a possibility it was husband and wife working together.
"Who wouldn't look at us, we are hot!" Daisy exclaimed proudly, gesturing between herself and the ebony beauty beside her. The two shared a look between each other and gave each other a smile and a high-five.
All this did was anger the woman, who growled at them. "Oh, you two are so high and mighty, with such inflated ego, makes me hate women like you." She spat, causing them to both arch their brows at the blonde. "You have crushed so many dreams, haven't you? How many applications did the Cargill bitch turn down too? I know mine was one of them. Penelope Ford."
"Who?" Jade asked, giving a deadpan expression on her which almost got Becky to chuckle.
"Me, you dumb bitch! You stared me dead in the eyes and told me that I wasn't pretty enough to be in the Baddies or any of Hathaway's groups." The blonde waitress pointed to herself as she snarled, remembering what the stupid bitch had the audacity to say. Penelope remembered that Mister Stokely agreed with every single thing that Cargill said. They were wrong about her. They never gave her a chance.
The silver-haired model thought for a second, she did turn down a lot of people that wanted to join the Baddies but this one, obviously had no impact on her. She has no clue who this crazy bitch is. "Man, I did dodge a bullet with you then. Was the roofied drink intended for me then as some sort of revenge?"
"I hate you! You shattered my dreams. I wanted to teach you a lesson but then I also saw someone else that did the same thing. I really wanted you to drink the drink but then I saw that you give the other glass to this bitch, so either would have sufficed." Penelope's hateful eyes looked away from the ebony model and directly to Daisy. Both of them, in her eyes, deserved what would have come to them but this random orange-haired woman stopped their plans. That night, there were so many women at that one table, almost all of them were either Heyman Hustle Girls or Baddies, except for one blonde woman. Ford sighed and asked. "Miss Mero, do you not remember me either?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't remember a woman named Penelope Ford." Daisy had been racking her brain trying to remember this woman ever since she said her name. But she sees hundreds if not thousands of names a year, it is nearly impossible to remember them all.
Even though the brunette model had been more apologetic about not remembering the waitress, this angered Penelope further. "You also told me that I didn't have what it takes for the Heyman Hustle Girls, you called me immature and inexperienced. That I didn't have to 'look' you desired. Ironic considering you are younger than me. A fucking spoiled brat is what you are!" Daisy's eyes narrowed upon hearing what the blonde had to say, and this conversation was really making her furious. Any one of the girls at the table could have been drugged by this bitch and her stupid husband. "You both enjoy shattering dreams, don't you?"
Jade didn't really respond, the red that she was seeing was blinding. Cargill really wanted to lay into this bimbo. Beat her to a pulp for even attempting to jeopardize her life. Her daughter could have potentially lost her mother that night. However the risk of being put in jail and possibility of being away from her family, this bitch wasn't worth it. Daisy was the one that decided to answer Penelope. "Not really, but I have to turn down hundreds if not thousands of applications a year for my group. I have to make tough decisions and if you couldn't handle the rejection maybe that career path wasn't for you. I'm sorry. That's the truth, if you can't handle criticism, you aren't fit to be a model." This industry is brutal, and it's claimed several lives and even some that Daisy herself knew. The look on Ford's face was one of shock and anger. Daisy took a couple steps closer, pointing to Penelope with a smirk on her face. "But you're a bigger fucking moron than your husband, do you not know who I am? Poking a bear like me and attempting to spike the drink of one of my girls." She gestured over to Cargill. "You mess with her and then you mess with me. I'll definitely make sure your name is blacklisted from every agency in Las Vegas and as many as I can elsewhere. Grow the fuck up."
Hearing the vicious tone in Mero's voice even managed to surprise Jade, who fought back a smile watching the blonde's seething expression grow. Penelope let out a growl at the brunette. She brought her arm back and swung her hand forward attempting to slap Daisy in the face. "How dare you?! I-"
Daisy didn't move and the hand never connected, Ford's wrist was gripped tightly by someone else. The blonde's eyes darted over to see the killer intent in the eyes of Rebecca, who tightened the grip on her arm. Before Penelope could even react properly, Becky swung her right hand and connected to the side of her jaw. "Shut the fuck up, I was getting tired of your mouth." Her unconscious body fell to the floor. Daisy and Rebecca locked eyes with each other and smiled. The butterflies in the model's stomach that formed knowing the orange-haired woman had every intention of protecting her. She felt all warm inside but also turned on by the display of dominance.
"Nice shot." Jade praised.
"Fuck yeah, good job Becky!" Moxley exclaimed, walking over to pick up the unconscious blonde woman and setting her in a chair. The security guard knew that Penelope would most likely not wake up in time before the cops arrived, but he decided to handcuff her right wrist to one of the chair legs.
"The cops will have a field day with this." Reigns added in, bringing the bartender, who was still out cold over to another chair. He was working on repeating the same actions as Jon had done just before him.
"I have bail money if needed." Daisy sighed; her attention went to the bartender that remained behind the counter. She started walking in that general direction.
"I'm going to call Kiera to come pick up after we talk to the cops. I'm stepping outside." Cargill informed the group.
"I'll come with you Miss Cargill." Roman offered, the ebony model didn't have the energy to protest the offer, so she nodded her head in agreement and started heading to the entrance of the bar.
"It seems like Penelope was the man of the relationship, this fucker didn't put up much of a fight."
Daisy noticed that the bartender that had been so kind to her and Jade the entire night was occasionally still looking over toward the group. She didn't sense an ounce of hostility in him. The brunette waited for his attention to go over her before speaking to him. "Aaron, I'm really sorry that you got roped into this. You seem like a good guy."
"...I'm so sorry, Miss Mero. I had no idea. They joked saying the two looked like 'stuck up bitches' but I didn't know how much they hated you." He said sincerely, still not able to really look the brunette model in the eyes. He did feel a lot of guilt about the entire situation, how many people did they manage to roofie? Aaron recalled that the models were in previously, did one of them get roofied then?
"I'm sure someone here has called the cops if you haven't already. We'll stay here and sort things out." Daisy gave him a warm smile, reaching into her pocketbook to grab her wallet. She put a couple hundred-dollar bills on the counter in front of him. "But um, here's some money to make up for the broken glasses and bottles. My security can be a little chaotic especially whenever I let them off the leash."
Rebecca felt a strange sense of pride looking down at the unconscious blonde woman; it had been a little while since she had to deck a stupid bitch in the face. It was completely worth it; she had the audacity to raise her hand at Daisy. She felt a throbbing pain in her hand, as she shook it her attention went to the approaching brunette. "Son of a bitch, I'm glad that's over with."
"Thank you, Rebecca, you punched her real nice." Daisy cooed sweetly, reaching down to gently grab a hold of the hand. The action made Becky become a little flushed, she hadn't felt physical touch in public often from the model. Even though it's a sincere reaction, Becky still felt a wave of nervousness. The brunette gently held onto her hand, rubbing the knuckles softly with her other hand. "Does your hand hurt?"
"Stings a little but I'll be alright." Becky didn't want to worry Daisy about the throbbing pain she was feeling right now. She didn't think about the correct way to punch, there wasn't any time to think. It's going to be sore for a few days.
"Mm, I hope so because.." The answer seemed to please the taller woman, who gave a sweet smile. Her eyes darted over to the direction of where Moxley was, he was already making his way outside after making sure the handcuffs were tight enough for the married dumbasses. She leaned a little closer to Rebecca, who was initially surprised by the sudden closeness between the two. Daisy smirked and whispered quietly. "That's the hand you normally finger me with."
'Oh my God, she's right! Fucking hell.. But why, why is she teasing me right now? My face is so hot right now.' Rebecca's thoughts were internally screaming in arousal, she could smell the alcohol mixed with the honey vanilla body wash. The oriental vanilla perfume still had a lingering scent on her body. Those eyes were staring at her in hunger and Becky was feeling the same way. She didn't want to risk outing them. The orange-haired woman giggled, "Lass. Stop it."
"Heh, wanna go back to my place and I'll reward you?" Once again, the brunette whispered, and Becky was a split second away from ripping that dress of that gorgeous and toned body.
"Are you sure? You're a little intoxicated." That idea sounded absolutely amazing after the night that they have had. Rebecca watched how much alcohol that Daisy had drank the entire night, it was double if not triple what she had. She isn't acting completely drunk, just intoxicated. 'How high is her tolerance? I'm surprised she managed to keep multiple conversations going.'
Daisy shrugged, letting out a giggle. She gave the most innocent of gazes despite saying something naughty seconds prior. "I'm always intoxicated to a degree. But I guess you do-"
Becky smirked at the taller brunette knowing what was about to come out of her mouth. She pressed a finger against her lips for a split second, causing the model to arch her brow. "Don't put words in my mouth, I wanted to make sure I had verbal consent first."
"So sweet." She cooed, staring into Rebecca's hungry eyes. The fact that the model was able to control her animalistic urges while intoxicated was impressed. She had been eying Becky every single chance that she could without having Jade get suspicious. With Jade having Kiki to pick her up, that meant that Daisy and Becky were going to have some much-needed alone time. "Let's go outside with the others." It was starting to get a little hot inside the bar and she needed some fresh air. Although the fire in her core won't settle down until she has someone extinguish it for her.
The female bartender nodded, walking in front of Daisy. Becky could feel the gaze of the brunette the whole way to the entrance of the bar. It was making her womanhood tremble. Never in her life did Becky ever crave sex, that was until she managed to somehow charm her way into the bed of the most beautiful woman she's ever seen. She still wants to question what Daisy sees in her? Ever since that one-night stand, Rebecca has been wanting more and nothing seems like it's ever enough. Rebecca held the door open for the brunette, who quickly thanked her. Jade was the first to notice her presence, she turned to look at them both with a small smile on her face. "Kiki will be taking me home after we deal with this bullshit, who's taking Daisy home?"
The question originally surprised the pair, especially Daisy, who didn't think Cargill would even say a word to her after they had caught the culprit. She did manage to learn a lot about the ebony beauty tonight and about her precious family. Becky was the one to do so, looking over to Mero and then over to the security guards. "I got her Jade. If that's okay with Roman and Moxley?"
Reigns didn't verbally respond at the moment, his eyes drifted over to Daisy, who gave a reassuring nod. That was the answer he needed. "If Miss Mero is fine with it and trusts you to do so, I will too." After tonight, there was no reason not to trust Lynch with such a task. Miss Mero trusts her and Roman understands that.
"Yeah Becky, you did fucking amazing tonight!" Moxley had a shit-eating grin on his face. He walked over and gave the orange-haired woman a high five.
Daisy fought back a chuckle, her attention drifting over to the taller model. Despite her somewhat drunken state, the brunette felt a wave of guilt coursing through her. "Now that the nonsense is over with, there's something that I need to do." She exhaled a sigh and took a couple steps closer to the ebony beauty. "Jade."
The older model looked away from her phone. "Hm?" Her eyes locked onto Daisy, who had walked over to her. 'Didn't I deal with her enough in the bar?' Cargill immediately thought, keeping a forced smile on her face. She noticed the happiness in the brunette's eyes fade away immediately.
"I'm really sorry about everything." That one sentence managed to actually stun Jade; she wasn't expecting this straight away. Although she couldn't help the smirk that formed across her face, she didn't say anything in response to Daisy, who continued. "About all my girls throwing accusations your ways and to Kiki, and about Kait and April confronting you in the studio. I joined the crowd and thought it was you too." What else was Mero supposed to think at that exact moment? She didn't realize she had been drugged until Kait told her. Naturally it would be justified to blame the one that handed her said glass. Daisy remembered the pool party and the conversation that Cargill and she had. Letting out a loud sigh, she slowly descended down to one knee. "I know that it doesn't change your opinion about me, but I really am sorry about it, all of it. Jade, I do hope you can forgive me-"
Before the model could get fully down onto her knees to keep her end of the promise, a hand gripped onto her forearm. This shocked Daisy, she half expected it to be Moxley or Roman but instead, it was the woman standing in front of her. "What the fuck are you doing?" Jade spat out, gripping onto her roughly and pulling her up to her feet. 'She was actually going to do it. To degrade herself like that, I'm not sure if she's truly pathetic or not. ..Why did I pull her up?'
"Uh.. keeping my word." The brunette model responded, noticing that Moxley witnessed the roughness and was about to come over. She looked over to her security guard and shook her head. Jon released a sigh.
Daisy turned back to Cargill, who had released her iron grip on the shorter brunette. Jade scoffed, "God, as much as I wanted to see you be inferior to me, I can't." She wasn't sure what was making her change her mind about this whole ordeal. Seeing Daisy Mero on her hands and knees apologizing to her would have made her week. She truly was the inferior Mero after all. But there was something in the back of her mind that was making her second guess all of this. Perhaps it was all the extra pairs of eyes, Jade had no clue. "Just because I am accepting your apology doesn't mean that I like you, because I don't. But I guess, I can respect that you were willing to keep your word. That alone will suffice for now." The ebony beauty turned away from the slightly younger of the two, signaling that the conversation was completely over between them.
Daisy didn't say another word, mentally sighing that she didn't have to dirty her knees and dress to keep her promise. It was nice knowing that Cargill had forgiven her about all the accusations. Whether that was actually true or not has yet to be seen, but the brunette couldn't help but smile. Today was definitely a productive day in and outside of her workplace and now the whole spiked drink business can be put behind them. Mero looked back over to Rebecca with a smile, knowing what the rest of her night was going to consist of.