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"She was listening to us, Christian!" Edge said with annoyance as they stepped into the hotel room they were sharing. "I'm telling you, she was spying - I just bet the 'Hardlys' put her up to it."
"Aw, don't worry about her, Edge. I don't think she heard us...besides, she looked too busy getting all that ice."
Edge shook his head as Christian laid his bag down beside one of the beds. The shorter blond unzippered the valise, then rummaged through it, pulling out a shiny gold mask. As he held it up to show his best friend, he a sneaky grin formed on his face.
"Oh, this is going to rule!"
The other man only smirked, still worrying about what Lita might have overheard them saying. Damn that girl... Edge had to admit, the redhead was pretty hot - some really wicked thoughts had gone through his mind involving her, himself, and a lot of nudity on more than one occasion - too bad she was such a bitch. She seemed to absolutely relish getting into his and Christian's business. She'd taken them both down with her damned hurricanrana so many times, Edge had lost count. He was convinced that the only reason the Hardys had her in their corner - other than to take turns banging her, of course - was so that their odds were one better against them.
Christian stashed the mask back into his bag, then stood up and faced his tag team partner with a sly smile.
"I hate to do this to you, Edge, but...well, you're gonna have to make yourself scarce..."
"Oh, no! Don't tell me..." the taller man muttered, frowning, raking one hand through his long hair. Just great... Christian was again kicking him out of their room for who knew how many hours, so he could be with his girlfriend. He hated this. He, of course, knew who the other man was secretly dating, but the rest of the WWF was totally in the dark - which was why Christian would make him leave or lock him out when she was in the room with him.
"Yeah...after our match, I told her to meet me here." He checked his watch. "Actually, she should be coming by any minute now."
Edge rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I bet you're both pretty horny after what she did earlier tonight..."
"Better believe it," Christian replied with a half-smile.
"Fine...I'll leave. But one of these days, I'm gonna get you for this, Christian..." The taller Canadian glared at him, wondering what he was going to do to amuse himself for the next few hours. Knowing his best friend and his lady friend, it could be awhile before he was allowed to return to the room. He hoped he wasn't going to have to have to ask T&A to share their room with him again. The last time he'd done so, Albert had snored so loudly he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. Test, on the other hand, who was so used sharing a room with the the pierced man, slept like a baby. Edge had been so out of it the following day that he'd suffered a poor performance in his and Christian's match that evening.
"First you have to find yourself a woman to do that to me with," Christian quipped, his blue eyes merry as he laughed it up. "Hey...how about Trish Stratus? I've seen the way you drool over her."
"Are you kidding, man?" Edge asked incredulously. "She's such a skank! Why in hell would I want to be inside the same thing Albert's been in?!" He made a face, and his friend followed suit.
"True...so true, man."
The two blonds looked up as there was suddenly a knock on the door. Christian strode straight over there, a big grin on his face as he opened it. His smile increased even more as he grabbed hold of the woman's hand, pulling her instantly into the room. With his free hand, he shoved the door shut, then put his arms around the girl, and she clasped her arms around his neck, smiling as they began kissing.
Edge shook his head, rolling his green eyes. Didn't they care that he was standing right there? Didn't they have any respect for him? He cleared his throat - loudly, pleased when they looked up. "Err...I'm still here, guys..."
Christian lifted his head from his girlfriend's, smirking at the other man before turning back to her. "Don't mind him...he's just jealous."
The young woman laughed throatily as she eyed Edge. "Of course he is...he wishes he was where you are right now," she said arrogantly.
The tall blond stared at both of them, half-annoyed. Why should he always suffer just so they could get together and screw in what was half his room? "No offense...granted, you are hot, but you're not really my type, Stephanie..."
The brunette merely smiled before turning back to her boyfriend, who had kept his gaze on her. As she and Christian began to kiss again, this time more passionately, Edge crossed the room, stepping around them to reach the door.
"Have fun, you two...and please, don't stop on my account..." he said sarcastically. He smirked and shook his head again, as they didn't.
Edge pulled the doorknob and stepped out of the room, shutting the door tightly behind him. As he stepped out into the hallway, he could hear the loud laughter of Stephanie McMahon, as well as the click of the lock on his hotel room door as Christian locked him out.
Aww, screw it... he thought. He hated this. It happened time and again ever since his tag team partner and the boss' daughter had gotten together. A few times in the not-so-recent past, he'd actually considered doing something less than wholesome to break them up, if for no other reason than to be allowed into his own room - but he'd had a change of heart. Christian seemed really happy with the brunette, and he could see the feeling was mutual. Most everyone believed Stephanie was really married to Triple H, but that was all just for show. Likewise, she wasn't having an affair with Kurt Angle, either. No... Despite all the rumors about the young woman, and despite all of Chris Jericho's insults about her, Stephanie was faithful to her boyfriend. Of course, very few people knew she was really with Christian.
Edge headed down the stairs, deciding to check out the hotel's bar. He had nothing else to do, and no one to hang out with, so why not drink his boredom away? Usually, in this situation, he would give a friend or two a call, and normally it would be Test and Albert, but he recalled the big Canadian man having said he, his tag team partner and Trish would be stepping out for awhile tonight.
The bar was half-full, and Edge slipped into an empty booth. He ordered a Budweiser as a waitress came by to take his order, hoping he wouldn't have to look for somewhere to sleep that night. He sighed as he took his first sip of beer, hoping that Christian and Stephanie wouldn't decide to make their little escapade an all-nighter. He was sick of being left out in the cold...