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Adam sat wearily, his head in his hands as he fretted over the events from earlier that night. He couldn't rid his thoughts of Amy, and of how upset she'd been with him. He hated it, hated the way he was feeling, and, most importantly, hated himself for having slipped up and taken a good look at that skank Torrie's naked body.

"Aww, man," Rey said, the small man taking a chug of his beer before setting the bottle back down. "Don't let this bother you so much."

The tall blond man raised his head and gestured to the bartender for another beer. Then, turning back to his friend, he shook his head.

"I can't help it," he muttered. "I'm worried about her."

"Hey, Amy's in good hands," Mysterio reminded him. "She's with Dawnie and Nidia. They'll take good care of her tonight."

"I know, Rey... That's not what I meant. Damn it, she was so upset."

"Don't I know it, man." The diminutive wrestler took another long sip of his beverage before questioning his friend. "What exactly set her off tonight, anyway?" Rey had been one of the few people backstage who *hadn't* witnessed or at least overheard the scene due to returning to his own locker room immediately upon getting backstage.

Adam ran a hand through his long blond hair, sighing as he recalled the incident.

"Well, as I told you, Torrie was waiting back in my locker room, and was... naked."

"Yeah..."

"Well, she was right there in front of me like that, and I... Well..." He shook his head again, annoyed with himself.

"And you looked?" Mysterio guessed.

The Canadian nodded.

"You're only human. Hell, Amy's a straight woman and *she* probably looked!"

"None of that matters, damn it!" Adam snapped. "The only thing that matters is that my girlfriend is pissed as hell at me. And I fucking hate it."

The smaller man slapped a hand against his friend's shoulder.

"Eh, don't worry so much about it, Adam. I can understand why she's so mad - I mean, don't forget that Matt basically left her for Torrie. She's probably afraid of something along those lines happening with *you*, too."

The tall blond man raised his head and whipped it toward his friend.

"Hell fucking no!" he boomed. "I would never-"

"I *know* you 'would never,'" Mysterio remarked, slightly amused by the other man's nearly volatile reaction. It was pretty damn easy to see how much he cared about the redhead. "But you know how women are, man. Although I doubt Dawnie would've reacted the same way. But come on - they're emotional and stuff. She'll get over it," he said confidently.

"I have to make it up to her," Adam said miserably. He took a long gulp of his beer and thought furiously. "Now, how am I going to do that?"

"How about some flowers?"

"Good idea," the blond man said gratefully. He was so upset, he couldn't think straight. If he *hadn't* been so upset, he would've thought of flowers himself. "Damn it... I can't believe she's so mad at me." He laid his head down against the bar, moaning and cursing his fate. Damn that Torrie Wilson and that bastard Matt Hardy to hell!

"Don't worry so much!" Rey said, patting Adam's back in a friendly, masculine fashion. "Besides, I bet I know exactly how you can get her to forgive you."

The tall blond man raised his head to survey him. He didn't say a word but merely eyed him expectantly, anticipation in his lost green eyes.

The small man didn't speak as he instead smiled slyly and gave him a knowing look.

"Well?" the Canadian said, gesturing with one hand.

"Use your imagination," the Latino grappler said. "Come on - something creative in the bedroom, something of that nature. Give her something to *really* scream about, and that'll do the trick."

Adam rolled his eyes and reached for his beer.

"How am I supposed to do *that* if she won't forgive me?" He took a long swig and then shook his head again. "I'll think of something. Hell, I'll get on my damn hands and knees and beg her if I have to."

Rey burst out laughing in spite of the fact that he knew his friend wasn't kidding.

"What?"

"Sorry," Mysterio said, still laughing as he shook his head. "But you are *so* whipped, man!"

Adam smirked at him.

"Yeah, right... And Dawn Marie doesn't have *you* whipped, Mr. 'Paint My Toenails for Me?'"

Rey blushed and looked away, but the tall blond man managed a tiny smile for the first time since Amy had rushed away from him that night.

*

"I can't believe you!" Nidia cried as she burst out with laughter. She eyed Dawn Marie incredulously.

"Well, it's true, honey - absolutely and one-hundred percent."

Nidia giggled uncontrollably, nearly choking on the ginger ale she'd been drinking. She, Dawn Marie and Amy were congregated in her hotel room, the three of them exchanging funny and hot stories the guys would no doubt kill to hear.

"So... let me get this straight," the little brunette said as she managed to compose herself. "... You lost your virginity on a ride at Great Adventure?!"

Before Dawn could confirm, Amy cut in.

"I heard this story years ago, back when we became friends in ECW," she said, a small smile adorning her face. "And I can vouch for her - I believe her. It's true."

"Okay, okay!" Dawn Marie said excitedly, gesturing with both hands. "I've got another one for you ladies - first place you had sex with your current or most recent guy..."

The smile vanished from the redhead's face, and she lowered her head as she thought about Adam.

"I've got no doubt the most boring answer of all," Nidia said, wrinkling her nose. "My bed."

"Well..." the older brunette said with a smile. "... Rey's got this cozy old recliner in his living room, and we tried it out that first time, and..." She paused as she caught the expression on Amy's face. She reached out and gently touched her friend's arm.

The redhead looked up, her hazel eyes shining as she spoke.

"The shower in our hotel room... The night Matt attacked Adam's knee with that chair." That said, she burst into tears, doubling over with emotional pain so great, it was unbearable.

"Oh, honey..." Dawn consoled, pulling her best friend to her and hugging her against her side. At Amy's other side, Nidia had sidled up and nudged her gently. "... Why don't you go talk to him?"

The redhead nodded.

"I-I want to," she said, wringing her hand nervously. "I hate fighting with him."

"Then that's settled," the brunette said. She stood up and urged the other woman to do the same. "He's with Rey, and if I know them, they're down in the hotel bar, and-" Her voice trailed off as a knock suddenly sounded at the door. She glanced over at Nidia, who bounded up to answer.

"Oh, hey!" the petite brunette quipped, a smile spreading across her face. "We were just talking about you!"

Adam mouthed a soft hello to her and made a beeline for Amy, the redhead staring, as though transfixed, at him. In his right hand, he held a bouquet of red roses, and as he drew nearer, he held them out, offering them to her.

"I'm sorry, baby," the blond man said softly, his green eyes gentle as they fixed to her hazel orbs. "I never meant to upset you and I hate that I did. I never want to see you unhappy."

The redhead drew in a quick breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she kept her still misty eyes glued to him.

"Will you forgive me?"

She cocked her head, her breath caught in her throat, and she accepted the roses, one more single tear trickling down her cheek. The expression on his handsome face was so sad, yet so full of love as he gazed into her eyes.

"Adam..." she breathed. "... of *course* I forgive you!" She threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly as he tightened his own arms around her waist, his lips pressing to her forehead, kissing her tenderly.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Dawn Marie's grin was wide as she nudged Nidia with her elbow. It was great to see things back to normal again.