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"I have a good idea... Why don't we meet somewhere for a drink to discuss this?"
Sean blinked as he stared at Torrie. He didn't verbalize it, but he doubted the blonde had ever had an idea at all, let alone a *good* one. She was nothing but trouble, and he wondered what he had just gotten himself into.
"Why?" he asked. And when she widened her blue eyes at him and seemed about to speak, he continued. "I mean, why can't we just talk right here?"
"Because," Torrie insisted, a smile returning to her face, "it would be so much cozier in a bar or cafe."
O'Haire somehow managed to refrain from rolling his eyes. This was just spectacular... He'd heard all sorts of stories about this woman, and not only the one that Amy had told him recently. In a nutshell, Wilson was trouble. He often wondered how his friend Dave Batista had ever gotten mixed up with her in the first place - but then again, he reminded himself that Dave had been with Amy when it had happened, and he'd been more than willing for it to happen - which, as far as he was concerned, was extremely foolish.
"How are we going to do that without arousing suspicion?" He sincerely hoped she wouldn't have an answer for his question.
"I'll leave first, and we'll meet somewhere - in front of the gas station down the block," she replied. "And then we'll talk about where we can go to have that drink." She winked at him.
'Oh, what fun!' Sean thought sarcastically. Actually, he *could* get some not-so-clean fun out of this, but he didn't like the idea of screwing the girlfriend of one of his friends and bandmates. Plus, he was friends with Lita, and he'd always known how much she despised the tall blonde. It just wasn't worth it - none of it was.
"Why should I go anywhere with you?" the shaggy-haired man asked, annoyed. He crossed his arms over his burly chest, surveying the woman with disdain.
Torrie's smile vanished for a split second but returned as she answered him in a most bold fashion.
"Because if you *don't*, I'll go up to Edge and tell him *everything*." She grinned, flashing her pearly whites and dimples at him. "Oh, yeah, I heard you two," she informed him.
Sean wasn't the least bit surprised - but he *was* angry. If he was a different kind of guy, he might have completely lost his temper and taken it out on her in a physical manner.
"You know, you're a real pain in the ass," he muttered, shaking his head. However, he knew he wasn't going to refuse what she wanted because he couldn't do that to Amy. The redhead was absolutely terrified of the blond man finding out about what had happened between them - and he would do his best to honor his promise to her that Edge would never find out.
"Fine," he said when Torrie merely stood watching him, a mixture of annoyance and excited anticipation on her face. "Fine, have it *your* way. We'll meet at the gas station. But I'm going out there first."
The tall blonde nodded, clapping her hands together.
"That's fine. I'll make up some story for Dave and be out there to meet you in ten, fifteen minutes."
"Whatever." O'Haire dismissed her with an indifferent shrug and headed back up the stairs. All he could wonder was what in hell he'd just gotten himself into. It could only be trouble.
*
Evolution was the headliner that night, although Lita wasn't particularly pleased by that fact. This was Sweet Misery's home turf! She found it unfair, although perhaps even more so that she had to endure seeing her ex-boyfriend and his bimbo on a regular basis.
But she did get to see Sean as well. She was friendly with Stacy and Randy, but Sean had been the closest to her out of her former bandmates after the breakup with Dave. And now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen O'Haire anywhere around in the last hour or more since their talk. Oddly enough, she realized the same could be said for that skank Torrie - she hadn't noticed her around at all in the last hour.
Her heart just about froze on that thought... Was it possible that Sean and Torrie were *together* somewhere? The mere thought made her nauseous - and furious. What the hell was it with all these men who claimed to hold feelings for her, getting involved with that whore?! It felt like the world's biggest insult.
As she was lost in these bitter thoughts, Edge suddenly sidled up to her. She looked up at him as he wrapped an arm around her waist, unable to contain the smile she felt. She couldn't help it, not where he was concerned.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he peered curiously into her face. "You look-"
"Nothing," she replied quickly, and she hoped it wasn't *too* quickly. She pushed some hair behind one ear. "Just a little nervous about tonight's show."
The tall, handsome blond man smiled warmly. He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Well, have no fear, my lady. It'll be great."
"I know." Amy turned around in his embrace and held onto him tightly, hoping she was wrong about her thoughts.