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The six occupants of the hotel room were cozy, content, and some buzzed or downright drunk.
Molly, of course, was one of the latter. She giggled as she leaned up against Jeff, the two still sitting on the edge of the bed. The rainbow-haired man was amused as he looked her over.
"So, you're really not a virgin?" he asked, recalling her response to Jericho's truth question.
The little brunette laughed, raising one hand to her mouth.
"Didn't I already answer that one?"
Still seated on the floor between the two beds were Christian and Dawn Marie. The brunette reached out to play with a lock of the Canadian's long golden hair, a smile on her face.
"You know, Christian... You're a really good kisser..."
"I am?" the blond man asked, completely guileless. "Thank you."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Ivory called, clapping to get everyone else's attention.
Lita reluctantly looked up from Edge's green orbs to her fiesty brunette friend. The tall blond man had an arm around her, the two having been in the middle of a very interesting conversation when Ivory spoke up.
"What is this? Is our game over already?"
"Isn't it?" Molly asked sleepily, not bothering to raise her head from where it rested on Jeff Hardy's shoulder. "I'm just happy where I am... Just like this."
The older woman smirked.
"You'll be sorry in the morning, sweetness... You may not be a virgin, but you're certainly innocent when it comes to booze!"
Edge tightened his grip on Lita's shoulder, the redhead grinning as she leaned into his touch.
"Okay, so what's on your mind, Ive?" the tall blond asked.
"Well..." Her brown eyes shifted to Chris Jericho, who still sat nearby her. "Actually, I have a dare-" She pointed at Y2J. "-for you."
Jericho raised an eyebrow, one hand pointed at his chest. This might be really interesting, to say the least.
"Oh? Well, then - shoot..."
"Okay, Blondie," Ivory quipped. Her chocolate-brown eyes sparkled as she eyed him. "Since I like your moves so much... I dare you to take me dancing tomorrow night!"
The blond man chuckled.
"Oh, is that all? You're on..."
The brunette could hardly refrain from jumping up and down in her joy.
"Oh, goody..."
Y2J smiled at the diva, enjoying her obvious delight. And wow- to think he'd never even had the slightest little inkling that she liked him. He couldn't believe his luck...
"Hey, Junior..." Jericho called, and, simultaneously, Christian, Edge and Jeff all looked up, as the man was known for calling each of them by that nickname.
"Not you two - you," he clarified, clear blue eyes focused on Edge as he gave a nod in the tall Canadian's direction. "I've got a dare for ya, but I betcha I don't even have to voice it..."
Edge detected a hint of mischief in his friend's voice, not missing the smart
aleck expression he wore, either. Then, "Way ahead of you, Jerky..." With that, the
lanky blond turned to Lita, and, enveloping her in his arms, planted a firm kiss on
the redhead's lips.