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Edge tore at his hair, his heart all the way down into his boots as he stood there. It was no use - Lita had run off, and with that O'Haire character, no less. And despite the fact that she was certainly not his girlfriend, he couldn't help feeling like shit.
"What the hell was *that* all about, Junior?"
The tall blond man turned to see Chris right behind him, a quizzical expression on his friend's face. The bass player gestured with a hand toward the door, his brow quirking up.
Adam shook his head, at a loss for words.
"It's... nothing. Just... Oh, never mind."
"Never mind with the 'never mind' stuff, Edgeward - Lita ran out of here like a bat out of hell just now. What the heck is going on with you two?" he demanded. "Did you get into a fight with her *again*?"
"No," the taller man stated, his gaze going heavenward as he mentally replayed the look in the redhead's eyes when she'd caught him and that blonde. "She walked in on me and-" He cast his gaze around the area, gesturing when he saw the tall blonde woman. "-*her* in the middle of something."
Jericho frowned.
"You mean *her*?" he asked, gesturing subtly with one hand.
Edge nodded.
"Boy, are you an idiot," Chris muttered. "No wonder she was so upset. You *do* know who that is?"
"Just some chick."
"No, Edge - not 'just some chick.'" The shorter man shook his head, his blue eyes flashing as he continued. "That's Torrie - the girl her ex-boyfriend fucked her over for. Lita *hates* her."
"Oh... I didn't-"
Chris didn't let him finish, instead cutting him off as he edged closer to his friend to speak a little more discreetly.
"And you better hope for your sake that her boyfriend never finds out you fucked her..."
"I *didn't* fuck her," Adam replied lamely.
A smirk crossed the singer's face.
"Yeah? She go down on you?"
The tall guitarist nodded, thoroughly hating himself. He wouldn't have even so much as done a single thing other than *look* at that blonde had he not been feeling so bitter about Amy and Sean being so chummy together. Chris was right - he *was* an idiot.
"I don't think that'll matter," the shorter man said. "The point is, your dick was still inside of her... You just better hope her boyfriend never finds out," he reiterated. "You *do* realize he's here, and will be for awhile, thanks to Ric."
Edge wondered which one the platinum blonde's boyfriend was, but he didn't bother to voice the question. As it was, Jericho clapped a hand to his shoulder and directed his gaze across the club floor toward a burly dark-haired man with a plethora of tattoos.
"*That's* Dave Batista - Lita's ex and Torrie's *current*. Nice work, Jerky."
The tall blond man kept silent as Jericho walked away. He felt like complete and utter shit.
*
Amy took a deep breath, not knowing how it was that she hadn't broken down and fell to pieces by now. She supposed it might have to do with the fact that Sean was here with her. He was a true friend, and she felt relieved that he hadn't questioned her at all since they'd left In The Raw.
Her head was still filled with the memory of it all... Adam standing near the far wall, his long legs spread as that bitch knelt before him, her mouth on him. It all made her head spin almost to the point of a headache. Of course, it didn't help matters that she'd downed drink after drink at the small bar ever since she and O'Haire had walked in here.
"Take it a little easy," the dark-haired man said, his hand gentle as it grabbed the glass she'd been practically guzzling from.
Lita relented, not caring anymore. She'd had more than enough to drink and had a nice little buzz going. It was just too bad she couldn't rid her mind of the images of Edge, that look of near ecstasy on his face as Torrie worked on him. She ran her hands through her hair as she looked up to meet Sean's blue eyes.
"Can we get out of here?" she asked for the second time that night.
"Yeah, sure," the man replied. He reached for his wallet in his back pocket and took out some bills, leaving them on the counter for the bartender. Amy was already up and off her barstool, already headed for the door. He followed quickly behind her.
Her head was throbbing, and she was quite sure it wasn't because of the liquor she'd consumed. She turned around as O'Haire was directly behind her outside, her heart pounding almost uncomfortably in her chest as the mental pictures continued to torment her. She wanted them to stop. She *needed* them to stop.
In a flash, she threw herself into Sean's strong arms and pulled his head down to her, her lips demanding as they sought his. She slipped her hot tongue past his lips, her hands tangling into the shaggy dark hair as she held him close.
O'Haire kissed her back, shock coursing through him along with the pleasure of it. He'd always had more than a small crush on the redhead, but she'd never been accessible until now. And now, here he was, kissing her.
Finally, after a long moment, Lita pulled back, a tiny smile touching her lips as she gazed up into his eyes.
"My apartment... It's only a few minutes from here. Let's go there - *now*."
Sean swallowed hard, his heart jumping up into throat. She'd had plenty to drink tonight, but somehow, she seemed still intact with herself. If she wanted to invited him into her bed, there was no way he was going to turn her down.
The redhead grabbed hold of his hand and tugged him along down the street - and directly to her apartment.