"We're gonna have some mighty bad weather, from what I hear on the radio," Albert said with a smile as they approached him.

"Yeah," the blond man said.  "We're lucky it just started."

"While you were out, your new guitar player showed up," the big, pierced man said.  "She's a real cutie..."

"She's more than a 'cutie,'" Chris quipped, drawing a look that he didn't even notice from Stephanie.  "She's a hottie!"

The brunette pursed her lips together, crossing her arms beneath her breasts in very obvious jealousy.  Although Jericho didn't seem to notice this, Albert did.  He nudged the blond on the arm, gesturing with a tilt of his head toward his boss.

The bassist noted the slight look of contempt in the young woman's face as she glared at him.  "Steph?" he asked uncertainly.  Sure, he'd always liked her a lot, but he'd never before seen her jealous where he was concerned.

"Well, I..." Stephanie stuttered, suddenly blushing a little.  She bowed her head for a beat, then raised it to meet his intense crystal-blue gaze and continued.  "Maybe I want you to look at me like that, call me a hottie..."

Chris blinked, one corner of his mouth arching up a bit in a half-smile.  This sudden jealousy was just about as surprising to him as her apparent shyness as she continued to eye him.  "Oh, Steph," he quipped with a small chuckle as he put an arm around her shoulders, hugging her against him.  "you know I love you..."

The brunette's blue eyes widened as she pulled away to stare up into his own.  "Y-you do?"

Although Jericho had said the words with a laugh, he realized he did mean them.  He and the woman by his side had known one another for a few years now, and they had always been good friends.  Quite awhile back, he'd begun to see her in a different light - she was beautiful, intelligent, sweet, and they had a lot of things in common.  He'd wanted to think of her as his girlfriend, but hadn't made an attempt to ask her out officially because he wasn't quite sure she reciprocated that exact feeling.

"Yeah," he admitted.  "I...I do love you."

Stephanie gaped at him, her mouth dropped open, and looked from Chris to Albert, whose face wore a happy grin.  He too had been waiting for a long time to see these two get together.

Instead of saying anything, the brunette decided to show her response.  She pulled the blond man back to her, sliding her hands to his head so that her fingers curled into his long hair, and she pressed her lips against his, kissing him ardently.  She gave a bit of a muffled laugh as Jericho kissed her back.

Albert clapped and cheered, as did Edge, who was still by the bar, and Shane Helms behind the bar.

The taller of the two blond men approached the couple with a big grin on his face.  "It's about damn time, you two!"  He clapped a hand against Jericho's back as Chris and the brunette parted and looked up.

Stephanie smiled shyly, running a hand through her long hair.  Then, her eyes shifted over to the stage.  "Hey...Edge, have you met the new guitarist yet?"

"Yeah...that I did."

Chris instantly noted the disapproval in his friend's voice.  "What's wrong?  You don't like her?" he questioned.

The taller man raked a hand through his long blond hair and cleared his throat.  "Chris, we need to talk..."

Jericho arched an eyebrow, giving Edge a suspicious look.  "Okay...shoot."

"What made you decide to-"  The Canadian paused in mid-question as the club was suddenly filled with the beautiful, emotional guitar melodies of Jimi Hendrix's "Little Wing."  The two blond men and the brunette, who had begun inching slightly closer to the stage, looked up abruptly, taking in the sight of the redhead.

Adam was so stunned by the hauntingly ethereal sounds she was creating with her guitar that he raised his shades over his eyes, staring at her as she continued to do so.  And then, he removed the sunglasses altogether as he saw the intensity in Lita's face, her eyes closing as she belted out the lead guitar part of the song.  The music she was playing was lovely.  It wasn't as good as what Hendrix himself had created, but then, he had been the God of just about all guitarists.  But the redhead was damn good.  Edge himself had played this song plenty of times, and although he was good, he had never played it as well as this woman was now doing.  His jaw dropped in shock and respect.

As the guitar faded out a moment later, Chris turned toward the taller blond man.  "You were saying...?"

Edge swallowed hard, noting the deep smirk on the other man's face.  His gaze traveled back to the stage, to the beautiful woman who still held onto her guitar, the pick in her right hand as though she were about to belt out another tune.  He didn't have anything further to protest to Chris, as he couldn't think of a single thing to say at the moment.