The first thing she did was to sit down on the edge of the bed.  She lifted both hands to her head, running her fingers through her red hair.  She let out a soft sigh as she desperately forced back the tears that ached to break free.

After a moment, Amy checked her watch, noting that it was just before midnight.  She bit her lip as she took out her cell phone, hoping again that it wasn't too late to be calling her friend.

Momentarily debating with herself as to whether or not to make the call, she finally decided to just do it and pressed a button, hoping the other diva had left her cell phone on.

"Hello?"

"Hi...Trish, it's Amy.  I'm...here."

"What?" the blonde woman asked in confusion.  "You're here?  I thought-"

"Yeah," Amy said with another sigh, interrupting the other diva.  "I...Can you just meet me?  I really need to talk to someone..."

"Yeah, okay...You want me to come to your room?"

"No," the redhead replied.  "I-I really need a drink.  Let's meet in the bar downstairs..."  She'd noticed the little establishment when she'd entered the hotel, feeling grateful she wouldn't have to go very far to get to a bar.

"All right," Trish said, and Amy could hear the worry in her friend's voice.  "I'll meet you there in a few minutes."

"Okay..."

They ended the call soon after, and the redheaded diva quickly left her room, taking the stairs down rather than using the elevator.  The way she was feeling at the moment, she needed some physical activity to work off all the tension inside her.

The woman entered the bar, glancing around a little before choosing a seat at an empty table.  She decided to wait for Trish to arrive and join her before ordering anything.

"Hey," a familiar voice suddenly spoke to her, "what are you doing here?  I thought you were in Boston for the night..."

Amy looked up to see Chris Jericho standing over her, a look of curiosity on his face.

"Hi, Chris..."  The redhead ducked her head a little, reluctant to face him.  Although they were friends, she was feeling somewhat hostile toward men at the moment because of the way her own boyfriend had treated her.

The blond man frowned as he suddenly realized how unhappy the diva looked.

"What's wrong?"  Without waiting for an invitation, he came around to the other side of the table and sat down across from her.

She leaned foward, pressing both hands against her face.  "I...Adam had other plans," she said softly.  "He chose going out to celebrate his Tag Team title victory with Hulk Hogan over spending the evening with me..."

Jericho's brows rose in surprise.  "He'd rather go out with that Has-Been," he said, pronouncing it 'has bean,' "than be with you?  What an ass clown!"

Amy winced and lifted her gaze to him.  "Chris, can you answer a question for me?" she asked rhetorically.  "Why are you guys like that?"

Y2J chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully for a beat.  "Eh...I know saying we're not all like that isn't going to make you feel any better, Ames...so I'm not gonna say that," Chris said.  "But anyway, I'm sure Adam will come to his senses soon."

"I hope so..."  The redhead looked at him with sad hazel eyes.  After a beat, she said, "Look, Chris...I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I'm expecting Trish any minute.  I just...I really need to just speak to her alone, okay?"

"Oh, okay," the blond man said, nodding in understanding.  "You want to talk later, you know where to reach me," he said, making a gesture of speaking on the telephone.

"I will," Amy promised.  "Thanks."

Jericho gave her a smile before he got up and left.

The redhead sighed as she watched him leave, then raised her arm to check her watch.  She wondered when Trish was going to show up - but more importantly, she wondered what Adam was doing at that very moment.  Was he thinking about her?  Was he worrying about her?

She shook her head sadly, as she honestly didn't know the answer to either one of those questions...