The petite blonde form of her friend stood over her.

"Hi," Trish said as she quickly slipped into the booth opposite the redhead.  "I'm so sorry I took awhile...I took another shower.  Ugh...after my match earlier, it felt like I needed another one."

She'd been forced into an intergender tag team match teaming with Bubba Ray Dudley, and they'd been against Molly Holly and that loser Steven Richards.  Somehow, Trish had found herself alone in the ring with him - and ever since the whole Right to Censor thing, Richards had turned into a real creep - and he'd put his slimy hands literally all over her.

"That's okay..." the sad diva said, waving her hand toward the other woman.  In actuality, she was feeling a bit hurt that Trish had taken a good twenty minutes to show up - and that was twenty minutes after Chris Jericho had left her.

The blonde woman noted her friend's mood hadn't lightened one bit since they'd spoken on the phone earlier.  She began to explain why she'd taken that second shower.  She didn't want Amy to think she'd forgotten her, or that she simply didn't care.

The redhead arched a brow, a look of concern suddenly coming over her face as she realized that jerk Steven Richards had tried to cop a feel or two on poor Trish.

"Bubba realized it, too," the Canadian said.  "I could see he started hitting him a little extra hard after that."

"Good for him!" Amy cried, angry at Richards for his nerve and grateful for Bubba Ray Dudley being such a sweetheart and trying to defend Trish.

"Yeah...Bubba's such a sweetie...I always enjoy teaming with him."  The blonde arched a brow as she studied her friend carefully.  "But anyway," she said, turning the subject around, "what happened?"

Amy scowled for a moment before her face looked sad.  "Adam's being a jerk..."

Trish looked up abruptly as a waitress was suddenly standing over them.  After taking their orders, she walked away, and only then did the redhead continue.

"He's probably out right now, having a grand old time."

"What exactly happened?"

"Nothing much," Amy replied, glancing from the table top to her friend's chocolate-brown eyes.  "Just that my boyfriend would rather spend an evening hanging out with some old geezer instead of me..."

"What old geezer?" Trish asked as she leaned forward, elbows on the table, face supporter in her hands.  She looked at the other diva with confusion.

"Hulk Hogan...They won the Tag Team titles tonight."

"Oh...I honestly didn't know who you meant."  The little blonde looked thoughful for a beat, and then their drinks arrived.  The waitress placed a strawberry dacquiri before Trish, a margarita in front of Amy.  The redhead hoped it wasn't watered down at all, because her intention was to get completely smashed.

"Well, you know..." the blonde diva spoke after a single, tiny sip of her beverage, "Hogan is one of Adam's childhood idols.  It's no wonder he would want to hang out with him.  You know - the whole Hulkamania 'brother' thing..."

"Yes, I understand that," Amy said, "but why did it have to be tonight?"  She frowned.  "I went all the way there just to surprise him - to see him - and he just blew me off like I wasn't important at all."  She shook her head as she raised the glass to her lips, tossing back more than a couple of sips of the alcohol.

Trish watched the other woman drink for a moment, concern coming over her.  She knew what Amy's intentions were, and she didn't like them.  "Hey..." she finally said and arched an eyebrow as she noticed the redhead had already drank about a third of her margarita.  She reached across the table, putting a hand on the other diva's arm.

Amy put the glass back down before her, allowing the tequila to settle inside her before speaking again.

"I'm always an afterthought..." she complained.  "I guess I should've expected it.  I mean, look at Adam - he's gorgeous."

"Oh, stop it, Amy..." Trish chastised.  "You know as well as I and everyone else that Adam's not like that.  He is a good guy, and you two just had a fight."

"Trish can I ask you something?"

"Of course...you can ask me anything - you know that."

"Why the hell are you defending him?!" the redhead asked, a look of annoyance crossing her features.  "You are supposed to be on my side here - making me feel better!"  She saw that the blonde had opened her mouth to speak, but before she had the chance to reply, Amy continued.  "I know he's your friend, too...but Trish, I'm your best friend!"

"I'm...sorry," the Canadian diva said.  "I didn't mean to take sides - but you know that what I said is true.  Amy, I'd much rather see the two of you put all of what happened tonight aside than 'take sides.'"

"Okay, fine...whatever.  But just...listen to me..."  The redheaded diva said, and she reached for her drink, gulping more of it down in a hurry.

"You don't have to worry about that," Trish said.  "I'm here for you as promised.  And as I told you earlier, I will listen..."  She couldn't help still feeling worried as she watched her friend quickly guzzling the booze down.  She'd never seen Amy so upset where Adam was concerned.  She hoped they would patch things up - and the sooner, the better.