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Lita made her way into the hotel bar, looking around for her friends. It was dim in the room, so she didn't immediately spot them. Fortunately, Eddy Guerrero saw her first and stood up, calling out to her.
The redhead smiled as she headed over to the booth Latino Heat and Chyna were sitting. She had called the Ninth Wonder of the World a little earlier, after having grown bored with the television in her hotel room. The muscular raven-haired diva had told her they were going to be in the bar and that she should meet them there.
"Hi," the redhead said as she slid into the booth across from them.
"Hey, Lita," Chyna said with a smile as Eddy slid his arm around her. "It's good to see you...how are you?" She knew that the other woman had been attacked during the Hardys' match earlier that night.
"I'm better, thanks..."
"Good...After that little display at the ring tonight, I was actually thinking of lending you a hand in kicking Stephanie's ass - and Kurt Angle's."
"And believe me," Eddy said with a wink, "my mamacita can do it!"
Chyna gave her boyfriend a winning smile before picking up a mozzerella stick from a plate before him and fed it to him.
Lita smiled at the couple. Despite the way things were going for them on TV, Eddy Guerrero and Chyna were happier than ever. Latino Heat had actually accepted and supported his girlfriend's decision in posing for Playboy, and he was not really jealous, as he knew his mamacita had eyes only for him. The only reason the WWF had split them up on television was for the sake of the current storyline with the Right to Censor. Also, the creative people had decided to reunite the Ninth Wonder of the World with her longtime friend Billy Gunn - Mr. Ass - who had recently returned to the ring after a lengthy shoulder injury.
"Do you want anything?" Chyna asked the redhead. The dark-haired woman was drinking a glass of white wine while Guerrero was nursing a beer.
"Yeah, I can use a margarita..." Lita replied. The moment she spoke the words, Eddy turned and gestured to a waitress, who promptly stepped over to take Lita's order.
The waitress returned moments later, placing a margarita, salt around the outside of the glass, in front of the Women's champion, who smiled with appreciation at the sight of the welcome beverage.
"Thanks..." She took her first sip.
"So, where did the Hardys go tonight, Lita?" Guerrero asked.
"Oh, they went to this popular club with Jericho...if it weren't for that bitch Stephanie, I would've gone with them..."
"Um...Lita," Chyna said, her blue-gray eyes staring straight ahead, beyond the redhead. The tall, muscular diva lowered her voice to a whisper as she leaned forward to her friend. "I just wanted to let you know that someone in the next booth keeps staring at you..."
"Oh, really? Who?" Without giving any thought to playing it subtle, the redhead boldly turned around and looked behind her.
Lita wrinkled her nose in disgust as she caught the gaze of the man her friend was referring to.
"What are you looking at?"
"Right back at ya!" the diva spat angrily at Edge. He was sitting in the booth directly behind her, and, evidently, for some stupid reason, he'd been studying the back of her head. Apparently, the man was alone, as there was only one place set on the table.
The blond Canadian lifted his glass of beer to his lips, smirking at her. "What's the matter, Lita? Feeling a little itchy in the coochie because your boyz abandoned you for the night?"
The redhead shook her head in further disgust, narrowing her eyes as she continued to glare at him. This man could be such an ass.
"What's the matter, Edge?" she countered. "Feeling a little sad that no woman in this entire place'll give you the time of day? Aww, too bad - at least you still have 'Rosie Palms' to keep you company tonight..."
Across from her, Eddy and Chyna were practically bursting in laughter. They were both holding their hands up to their mouths so as to stifle it.
Edge nearly sputtered at the redhead's comeback, suddenly at a great loss for words. His face turned bright red, which made him glad for the dim lighting.
"Bitch..."
Lita gave him a sarcastic smile for a beat, then turned around to face her friends. She didn't need a retort for that one, for she knew she'd already done a superb job in humiliating him.
*
Edge checked his watch impatiently. He'd been in the damned bar for nearly two hours now, and he was getting tired of it.
The blond man was up to his fourth beer, and he tried to sip it moderately - because, from what he could see, he wasn't anywhere near leaving the place. He knew that Christian and Stephanie were probably just getting "warmed up."
He scoffed as he recalled the insult Lita had hurled at him a bit earlier. That skank... She was probably just getting warmed up herself - probably counting the seconds till Matt and Jeff Hardy returned from wherever the hell they went.
Although Edge couldn't stand the redheaded woman, he couldn't deny that she was attractive - and wasn't that the understatement of the year. Hell, she was stunning beautiful - gorgeous, even. He hated being so attracted and repelled at the same time. Not that he wanted to agree with anything that jackass Chris Jericho said - but he had to agree with the man's analogy from RAW the night after King of the Ring - when Y2J had likened kissing Stephanie McMahon to looking at roadkill.
That was how
he felt about the diva known as Lita. As incredibly annoying as he'd
always found her, he couldn't help the physical attraction he felt toward
her. And he hated it - hated it with a passion. He didn't know
what he hated more - wanting so badly to get her into bed, the fact that
he knew that would never happen, or the woman herself...