Chapter 3
"Yeahhhh, no, I'm good, Mom." Jon rolled his eyes, starting to remember why Delilah wasn't one of 'those' girls.
She was too…responsible and took it seriously, mother-henning people. That was some annoying behavior, especially to a grown ass man. Fun to flirt with, heckle a little, maybe a few nights of sex and that was about it. A man didn't settle with someone who'd carry their balls in her purse, he had just gotten out a relationship like that. Buh-bye WWE!
He draped his arm around Delilah's shoulders. "You need to chill out, doll, let the boys worry about themselves and take the night off."
"Yeah, see, you need to learn boundaries, Moxley." Delilah firmly shoved his arm from her shoulders, shrugging him off and moved to walk beside her brother.
She didn't want Jon touching her because it did something to her. Lit her on fire and she immediately had to put that fire OUT. Off-limits and he…freaked her out a little if she was honest. Acting like she wasn't interested in him and keeping him friend-zoned was the only way to make sure she didn't cross a line with him. A line Delilah wasn't sure if she wanted to cross. Going down that rabbit hole – that Jon Moxley craziness…she would stay the frugal, responsible woman she was and he could carry on with his nutty self.
"Boundaries are supposed to be broken, doll, that's why they're there. To tease and tempt you."
Sami gave Jon a warning look, shaking his head.
Rolling his eyes, Jon shrugged and kept his hands, arms, and every other appendage to himself, whistling as he walked behind them. They made the rest of the trip to the bar in silence, minus his whistling, and he slouched his shoulders with a groan. "Fuck me…"
"MOX!"
"Yeah, smart idea douchebag, come back home and get mobbed." Sami laughed, mock-punching Jon's arm. "You're going to get free beer and heckled for being a sell-out."
While Jon was SWARMED with fans and other people that knew him personally, Sami and Delilah made their way inside to grab a booth with some beers. Boundaries were meant to be broken…what did that mean? She shook that out of her head mentally while sifting over the menu, seeing Madonna's Bar had added a few things. They had just finished their second beers when Jon finally made his way to them, plopping down in the booth…next to Delilah.
Christ, why didn't she sit next to her brother?
"Well, hello there again, did you have fun out there?" She said by way of greeting, casually scooting over to give them space and sipped her beer, setting her menu down. Delilah already knew what she wanted – it was the same thing every time she came to this bar.
"Yeah, it was a blast…." Jon reached down, groping himself beneath the table and finally procured a napkin with a number written on it from his back pocket. "Here Sami, got you a hot date." He balled it up and tossed it at his friend.
"Oh no thanks, I don't like the Moxley Messies…" Because that's exactly what the women Jon tended to both attract and gravitate towards were: messy. Crazy was another good word, but not as catchy. "Ordered you a beer…"
"And chili cheese fries with deep fried mushrooms, doll."
Sami fluttered his eyelashes. "Whatever you say, Moxy."
Jon pulled a face.
"Moxley…Messies…" Delilah echoed slowly, laughing because that did fit the type of women this man usually banged.
There was no way in hell she'd ever be one of those ring rats either. That was exactly what they were. Nope, she would gladly pass and looked up when the waitress walked over to take their order.
"What can I get for you all tonight?"
Sami gestured to Delilah. "Ladies first, sis."
"Double cheeseburger with everything on it with a side of garlic fries and another beer with my meal."
The waitress jotted all that down. "We do have the best burgers here."
"Yes you do."
The redhead moved onto Sami, who gave his order and then she finally turned to Jon, jotting his order down as well. Unlike the other sluts in this bar, she didn't come onto customers and took the menus. "We'll have that out for you guys as soon as possible."
"Damn…" Sami let out a low whistle once the waitress walked away. "What a nice set of tits on her."
Delilah was used to her brother's vulgarity and kept quiet, looking at her phone.
"Yeah, she's way outta your league, Callihan, she has a steady job and probably a man who doesn't hang onto his sister's apron string," Jon laughed, then inclined his head towards Delilah. "Not that your apron strings aren't worth hanging onto, doll."
"Nice save." Sami's eyes were still on the waitress. "Is she new? I don't remember seeing her before."
Jon shrugged. He hadn't been here in quite some time, so he had no idea half who of these people were anymore.
"And for that comment, you can be your OWN buffer, Moxley." Delilah informed him, sounding indifferent and smirked at Sami's raising brow. "He seems to think you're going to hang on HIS balls now that he's back because of all the loving texts you sent him. And he wanted me to come out to stop you and 'save' him." She did the finger quotations and immediately snatched her hand away when he grabbed it, drawing her brows together.
"What the hell, man?! I get you wanna do your own thing." Sami laughed at his sister throwing Jon under the bus, glad she stuck up for herself. He couldn't always do it for her, though there were occasions he did…without her knowledge. "It's cool, bro, no buffer needed. Though, I might need you to be my wingman with that delicious waitress. Care to help a brother out like old times?"
"You two have fun with that." Delilah could occupy herself on her phone while they went prowling and she would probably leave after eating anyway.
"How in the blue fuck of fuckery, can you NOT get yourself laid without help?" Jon demanded in a flabbergasted tone, raising a brow this time. Sami was well-known, he was a good-looking guy, and there was just no way the man hadn't learned how to reel them in by now.
"I don't think I'm her type."
Yeah, maybe. "Okkkaayyy? What's the play?"
"Just be you."
"You want to Dane Cook her?"
"I hated that movie." Sami groaned, shaking his head. "Without you stealing her, if you don't mind."
"Not my type." Jon liked the silvery haired goddesses, winking at Delilah when she actually looked up from her cell.
That wink unnerved her for some reason, feeling her stomach tighten and lowered her gaze right back to her phone. She set it down on the table when the food arrived and Sami kept his mouth shut while the waitress served them. This cheeseburger looked heavenly; it was huge and she was about to devour the whole damn thing. Delilah had quite the appetite for a 5'6 woman and Sami had accused her of having a tapeworm a time or two. Then he called her a bitch because of her insane metabolism she apparently had. No, she just worked her backside off and almost never missed a workout to maintain the body she had. Trying to ignore Jon, Delilah immersed herself in her cheeseburger and fries, not remembering the last time she'd had a Madonna's Bar famous cheeseburger.
They really didn't come here often enough.
"A toast!" Sami announced, holding his half-full beer, and grinned at Jon's eye roll. "To the return of the legend that is Jon Moxley."
Even Delilah would toast to that as their beers clinked together, each taking a long swig of their bottles before going back to eating.
"Fuck, these are delicious." Jon had ordered a double order of the chili cheese fries and triple on the fried mushrooms. "I'd almost forgotten how good this is."
"Almost as good as sex?"
Okay, the Moxley Messies was a bad joke, but an accurate one and Jon looked up, no clue who this woman was, but she was definitely his 'type', or his prior type. "Better." He rumbled without missing a beat, popping one in his mouth before holding one up to Delilah. "Want a piece of my shroom, doll?"Take the hint lady, go away. Or else he'd have to do something terrible.
Sami could read that evil mind of Jon's and knew what he was planning to do, really hoping this didn't end with Delilah's fist in his eye.
Delilah was busy trying not to choke on the drink of beer she just had and shook her head vehemently. "N-No! No, I don't." She HATED mushrooms and coughed a few times, turning her head to do so while letting her stomach settle with her own food. The burger and fries had been demolished.
"Mmm, I wouldn't mind a piece of your shroom, Moxley. Her loss, my gain." The woman gave her best seductive voice and slid her finger up and down his bulging arm, sliding her tongue along her bottom lip. "I'll even open wide for you to pop it right in."
Sami almost snorted his beer.
Jon recoiled when she actually opened her mouth wide like he was going to plant his fist in it or something, leaning into Delilah's side. Way to take one for the team, Del, he thought, wondering if this woman even knew how to…not be a stick. He looped his arm around her, pulling her into him.
"Is she your girlfriend?" The woman's eyes narrowed.
Well, either this hellcat would attack Delilah or Delilah herself would totally toss him under the bus again. "No, she's my friend. I'm actually knockin' boots with him."
"What?"
"He's pretty."
"I am." Sami fluttered his eyelashes.
"That's…" Wrong, that was wrong! She pulled a face of disgust, not believing Jon Moxley was gay! No way!
Refusing to be used for something like this, she would not be used for something like this and Delilah promptly stood up, walking OVER the table and landed in front of the half-dressed woman. "Sweetheart, he's not interested in you, can't you take a hint? Or are you too stupid with all that platinum hair-dye you fry your hair with?" She fingered a strand of it and smirked when the woman's jaw dropped. "The truth hurts, you're not attractive and that little dropping of your voice doesn't work either. Go find clothes that fit you and find Jesus. Thanks."
Sami was ROLLING in the booth, watching his sister walk past the ring rat to use the bathroom.
Sometimes, the truth was best instead of lying and digging oneself in a deep hole, especially with social media as active as it was today. She could see it now: Jon Moxley Is Gaysplayed all over the internet and shook her head, laughing while peeing.
Jon Moxley Is Gay would have been spectacular. It would have kept the female rats, of which there were infinitely more than gay ones, away from him! "I can't decide if she's a lot of fun, or if she needs laid."
"The rat?" Who had stormed away in a huff after shrieking about the very obviously faux silver hair Delilah sported.
"Del."
"DUDE!"
"What?!" Jon swiped one of his remaining fries through the chili and cheese, shrugging as he popped it in his mouth. "It's a legit question."
"My sister does NOT need laid. She needs to stay…Delilah, forever."
"Delilah, forever…if I ever get a tattoo, it'll be that."
"You wouldn't dare…"
Delilah returned to the table a few minutes later and reached across Jon to grab her purse, sliding it over her shoulder. "I'm leaving and going back home to get some sleep." She dropped a kiss on Sami's head and tossed some bills on the table to pay for her meal. "You boys enjoy yourselves and I'll see YOU," Delilah pointed at her brother. "Early in the morning." Her eyes turned to Jon and she really didn't know what else to say to him. "Night." Then, she made her way out of the bar, the nervous energy slowly dissipating once she was outside away from Jon.
Jon watched her go before glancing at Sami, shaking his head. "She's got to learn to have some fun."
"Del'send-all, be-all is in that ring, you know that." Sami gestured for one more round for the pair of them, then unfortunately, he would have to go home and sleep. Adulting sucked sometimes, especially when long lost, returning buddies decided to make surprise visits. "You sticking around Cincy?"
"Nah man, I'll fly back to Vegas." Jon considered Sami, now stretching out in the booth since Delilah had abandoned them. Maybe. He hadn't gotten that far yet. "Where are you guys performing tomorrow?"
"Philly, funny enough."
Philadelphia held a special place in Sami's heart and he knew it did for Jon too. That was where their home away from home, CZW, was located. A lot of the guys they had wrestled with had moved on and the company had gone in a different direction since they left, but Sami would never say a bad thing about CZW. It was gnarly, too violent for television, but he loved every second of his career there.
"Then after that we go to New York on the 5th. Busy weekend full of traveling – gotta love it." He smiled when that waitress returned and shot Jon a pleading look to help him out.
Jon had a very soft spot for Philly, he had actually moved there from Cincinnati way back when. God, thinking about it, about those days and where he was now, he was only 33, but he felt older. Jon had done quite a bit in a relatively short time. "Hey toots," He drawled at the waitress, not surprised when she instantly gave him a 'don't even try' look. "I gotta say," He hiccupped, staring at her out of half-moon eyes. "You-you're the hottest thing in this bar, besides me…"
"Does your friend need a cab?" She asked, dismissing Jon, and glanced at Sami, her tone indicating this wasn't her go-round with a dumbass drunk. "Hey!"
Jon had pulled a strand of hair off her backside, holding it up while swaying from side to side. "Sami, man, look, a pube." A second later he had been decked, twice. She had nailed him with her serving tray and Sami had nailed him in the face with a shot that looked like it hurt but didn't.
Thankfully, his face was too pretty to be jacked up.
That left Sami being all cute and apologetic to the waitress, while Jon feigned being drunk and out of it on the bench.