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Trish Stratus smiled to herself as she re-entered the hotel that morning. She was finally over the miserable virus that had knocked her on her ass for the better part of a week and had just gotten a quick but hearty breakfast at the small diner across the street - and it had tasted like the best meal she'd ever had. Funny how you felt right after getting over being sick.
The little blonde was just passing by the hotel cafe when she stopped, doing a double-take at what she saw. Chris Jericho and Ivory, looking more cozy than she'd ever seen them, were just stepping past the threshold together. To her vast surprise, they were holding hands!
"Ivory! Chris!" she called, and they pair looked right at her, smiling as they made their way over.
"Hey, sweetness," the brunette greeted, a brilliant smile dominating her face.
"Morning, Trish," Jericho said with a grin.
Trish cocked her head, amused. The two looked damn happy, and she wondered what on earth had happened the previous night. This was certainly a new and very interesting development. She knew Ivory had taken part in a little divas' slumber party with Lita, Dawn Marie and Molly - one she would've attended had she felt better - but when had *this* happened?
"Wow... you two look..."
"Happy?" Ivory finished for her friend. She turned her head to exchange glances with Chris, his clear blue eyes shining as he fixed them on her brown ones.
"Yeah," she said with a nod. "When did *this* happen? I want *details*, guys!"
Jericho snickered as he allowed Ivory to explain.
"Oh, last night. We had ourselves a fun little time. Too bad you missed it."
"Oh well... There's always next time," the blonde shrugged. "Hey, have you seen Lita? I tried calling her cell phone earlier, but she won't answer."
Ivory arched a brow as she looked toward Chris again. As far as either of them knew, the redhead had still not left the hotel room she and Dawn Marie were sharing.
"I haven't seen her since we left for breakfast," the blond man answered, a mischievous thought running through his head. "Why don't we just all go on up to her room to see if she's there?"
"Okay."
The trio made their way through the hotel lobby and up the flight of stairs that would take them to the high-flying diva's room. Ivory couldn't help but wonder what Jericho was thinking - or *insinuating*, based on the wiseass smirk that had been present on his face.
The moment they arrived at the room, Chris slid in front of the two divas, a wicked glint in his eyes as he rapped a few times with the knuckles of his right hand.
"It's open!" a voice he thought sounded distinctly like Dawn Marie's called from within. And so, the blond man shoved the door open and led the way, the two women directly behind him.
"Oh, my God!" Trish exclaimed in shock and amused surprise as she surveyed the scene before her. On one of the two beds - the one farther into the room and next to the window - Molly Holly lay, seeming sound asleep, in the arms of Jeff Hardy, the young man also sleeping. On the floor between the two beds, Dawn Marie was sitting on Christian's lap, straddling the blond man, the two involved in a heavy makeout session. They seemed to be completely oblivious of the fact that they had visitors, despite the fact that Chris had knocked seconds earlier.
Trish held one tiny hand up to her mouth as she tried to hold in the giggle she felt bubbling to the surface. It was a useless attempt, as she laughed out loud instead, startling the couple on the floor for a brief moment. Dawn Marie looked up at her friend, smiled broadly and then turned back toward Christian, her fingers toying with the long blond strands of his hair.
"Sorry to disturb you," the little blonde said, reducing her voice to a whisper so as to not waken Molly and Jeff. "I was just searching for Lita... Is she even *here*?"
"Um..." the brunette raised her head from Christian's long enough to peer around the room. "... she *was*. And so was Edge. I guess we just got a little carried away over here." She grinned as she met the blue gaze of the Canadian, who smiled at her, one hand caressing through her long brown hair.
Precisely at that very moment, the group were startled by the sounds of muffled moans. Jericho's face broke into a smirk that quickly turned into a huge grin, and he began laughing. Ivory and Trish exchanged glances, Dawn and Christian turning to gaze toward the closed hotel bathroom door.
"Oh... my... God... I can't believe it! Those little devils..." The fiesty brunette edged closer to the door, her brown eyes widening as she turned back to look at the others. She mouthed and gestured at her friends and new boyfriend, and Chris inched over to stand by her side, stopping to press his ear up against the door.
"Oh, Edge... Harder... faster!"
Jericho started laughing hard enough to attempt to stifle himself, and he smacked a hand against his thigh in the efforts to do so. He met Ivory's gaze and made a knocking gesture. The brunette smirked at him, shaking her head, but despite herself, she did exactly as he suggested.
"Lita... Lita, are you in there? Trish is here to see you!" The wisecracking brunette and the blond man exchanged amused glances, giggling softly as they noted the distinctive sex sounds coming from within the bathroom suddenly stopped.
A few minutes later, the door was opened, and a rumpled-looking redhead and tall blond man emerged, Lita appearing sheepish as she raked a hand through her mussed hair. Edge, on the other hand, looked more than a little annoyed as he glared down at Jericho.
"Good morning, guys!" the entire group, minus Molly and Jeff, crowed. And that was also when the slumbering couple suddenly awakened.
"What's going on?" a groggy Molly Holly asked, her eyes squinted as she ran a hand down her face. She suddenly realized she was not alone in the bed and smiled, a blush touching her cheeks as the rainbow-haired young man smiled sweetly at her.
"You are so *dead*, Jericho..." Edge remarked, then he reached an arm around Lita, holding her close against him. The tall blond leaned down to whisper into the diva's ear, and a smile quickly blossomed on her face.
"Good idea." The redhead flashed an ear-to-ear grin as Edge led her to the door to leave.
"Lita! I wanted to talk to you..." Trish cried as she stared after the couple.
"Aww, Trish... I'm sorry," the fiery woman said sincerely, stopping to look back at her friend. Edge stood right at her side, his large hand pressed affectionately against the small of her back. For the life of her, she couldn't stop grinning. "... I'll tell you what." Lita turned toward the tall blond man, biting her lip as they exchanged glances, then turned back to the little blonde diva. "Give me, oh... an hour." With that, she giggled, and they left the room.
The hotel room again filled with laughter and merriment, and everyone began taking out their money.
"Damn it, I always lose these bets!" Christian griped.
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