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It had been a long night...
Edge ran a hand through his long blond hair and sighed as he sipped a bottle of Heineken, his gaze trained on the luscious form. Now that he'd gotten a few drinks in him, it seemed he couldn't take his eyes off of her. So much for wanting to play the avoidance card.
They were finished for the night. Evolution had played first, being the 'new' band in the neighborhood. The tall blond man had to admit, they were good - not as good as Sweet Misery, but good nonetheless. Despite his vast dislike for their bass player, he was man enough to admit the other band's talent.
He'd been studying Lita like a hawk for the last several long minutes, the redhead seemingly oblivious to his scrutiny. Damn, but she was hot. It was just too bad that things had to be so tense between them. And on that thought, Edge again sighed. It certainly seemed that, in this case at least, first impressions were really *lasting* ones. He and the female guitarist had definitely not gotten off on the right foot, having not been able to stand one another. Was it just a fluke that they'd gotten along for the last few weeks afterward?
Adam allowed his gaze to sweep over the inhabitants of the club as he took another hearty sip of beer. And then his eyes fixed on another person, a scowl coming to his face. He didn't quite know the answer to the question he'd just thought up, but what he *did* know was that he did *not* like Sean O'Haire. The dark-haired man was so damn... He didn't know *why* the word 'intrusive' suddenly entered his mind. But there was just something about him, something that left a horribly foul taste in his mouth.
He stood back in the shadows, not really wanting the other man to catch him watching him. Who knew what might happen, especially since Edge seemed unable to fake his emotions at the very moment? O'Haire would catch him frowning and scowling at him, looking at him with disapproval written all over his face and could very well march right over and confront him. And, seeing as the shaggy-haired man was quite a bit bigger than him, it could get downright ugly.
For a moment, he noticed Amy suddenly turn in his direction. She seemed to stare at him silently for a beat, and for some odd reason, his heartbeat quickened. She cocked her head to one side as she eyed him, seemingly seconds away from making her way over. Was she going to try to talk to him again? He supposed he *had* been a bit harsh earlier when he'd refused to hear her out. Yes, it seemed she was going to approach him.
It never happened, much to his chagrin. His eyes narrowed when, as she started walking across the club, she strolled over to the bar and ordered a drink from Shane Helms. Edge pressed his lips tightly together, his blood pressure pounding in his ears despite the loudness of the music playing on the loudspeakers above his head.
His stomach lurched as he suddenly noticed Sean O'Haire making a beeline straight for the bar, to the redhead. And his right hand clenched into a fist instinctively as the man reached her, touching her on the shoulder. As she turned around, the expression on her face unreadable, he simply saw red.
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"Amy, are you okay?"
She turned around at the voice and the hand gently shaking her shoulder. Sean was right there, concern in his blue eyes as he gazed down into her face.
"Yeah," she lied, her gaze dropping slightly. She hated lying to people, especially to her friends. She figured O'Haire knew her well enough to see right through her facade, but whatever. He would never understand if she tried to explain it. "I'm just..." She raised her head to meet his eyes again, forcing a tiny smile for his benefit. "... a little tired, that's all."
"Understandable," the big man replied. He looked around the place for a beat, then turned back to her, his voice lowered despite the music blasting around them. "It's Dave, isn't it?"
"What?" the redhead questioned, an eyebrow arched.
"Seeing Dave again," Sean elaborated. "And of course, having to see Torrie."
"Oh..." She swallowed hard, her blood bubbling at the sound of that hated woman's name. "Yeah." She let out a long breath, now aggravated on top of feeling sad. On that note, she glanced around the club, a frown marring her features as she caught sight of her former boyfriend. Batista was standing with Randy and their new band member, Paul Levesque - who liked to go by the moniker Triple H, for some reason - and she found herself feeling relieved that she didn't see Torrie Wilson anywhere. However, she knew the blonde was around, as she'd seen her earlier.
"Shit," she cursed softly as a smiling Shane placed a bottle of Coors Light down in front of her. Despite the fact that the bartender insisted the beer was on him, she wanted to leave him a tip. "I left my purse in the back room," she explained, then raised a finger in a 'wait' gesture. "I'll be right back," she concluded, glancing from Helms to O'Haire before rushing across the floor to the backstage room. Unfortunately, she wasn't prepared for the spectacle she would catch a glimpse of back there.
Amy turned the knob on the door, fully intent on just snatching up her purse and leaving the room. However, her eyes widened in shock at the scene. Her jaw dropped.
Adam stood there, his head back, eyes closed in obvious pleasure while Torrie Wilson, of all people, was on her knees before him. The platinum blonde seemed to be taking as much joy in giving the blowjob as he seemed to be in getting it.
"Oh, my God!" The words left Lita's lips without her even realizing she'd spoken them, horror coursing through her. Her blood seemed to have gone cold as ice.
Edge's head snapped directly in her direction, his green eyes shocked and worried as he stared her way. The redhead didn't know whether he was embarrassed or ashamed or something else as he grabbed his slick erect member and shoved it back into the black leather pants he was wearing - but at the moment, she didn't care. All she could see as she grabbed her purse and turned her back was another man who had betrayed her with that fucking slut.
"Amy!"
She didn't respond other than to break into a run. She raced back out to the bar, somehow managing to snatch up a few bills from her wallet and tossed them onto the bar's counter for Shane, her gaze going to Sean.
"Let's get out of here - please?"
O'Haire was filled with wonder as he took in the expression on her face, the strange inflection of her voice, but he didn't argue.
"Okay." In an instant, he ushered her to the door and they were gone.
"Amy, wait!" Adam felt his heart sink all the way into his boots as he rushed out there, just in time to see the back of her red hair as Sean O'Haire escorted her out of the club.