Fic: Cabin Fever (8/?) *WWE* (12A/PG-13)
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kyiziCabin Fever
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The WWE and all related items do not belong to me; only the story is mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Distribution: Please ask.
Pairings: Lita/John, Lilian/Dave, Dawn/Randy
Spoilers: All Lita storyline is fair game.
Feedback: Please, it makes me smile :)
Notes: *sigh* I’m supposed to be writing my entry to the Lita/John and Lita/Randy ficathon and suddenly my Cabin Fever muses strike. I’m not exactly complaining, because this should have been updated ages ago, but come on, muses, give me a break! I have a deadline for this ficathon! Bah!
Anyway, so sorry for the delay with this one. This chapter came out of nowhere, but I hope you enjoy.
Previous Chapters can be found here: | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |
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Part Eight
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“So was the entire basis of this week to get us drunk?” Lita enquired, looking at John through the bottom of her empty glass.
“Nope,” he said with a smirk. “Idea was to get ya drunk and into my bed.” He winked at her and she giggled (a testament to the five shots, the three bottles of beer, and the few glasses of wine she’d already consumed).
“See, that plan has a flaw, mister.”
“Really,” he said, leaning towards her. “An’ what exactly would that be?”
She grinned and leaned closer to him so that their noses were almost touching. “I’d have to be able to make it to the bed. I’m now too drunk for that.”
“I got muscles a plenty, I’d be happy to carry you.”
“I thought you were only semi-muscular?”
“I thought you disagreed.”
“You think?”
“Oh, my God,” Dawn cried, causing them to jump apart. “You guys are revolting. Just screw already and get it over with.”
“If I could move, I’d kill you now,” Lita said, still smiling despite the situation and it was at that point that John realised just how drunk she was.
“You need food,” he said, shoving the half empty pizza box in her direction.
Lita wrinkled up her nose and picked up a slice, looking at it as if it was growing mould. “I think it died.”
“No,” Dawn said looking over her friend’s shoulder. “That’s the veggie one we got for Lil.”
“Funny. You’re a funny girl, Dawnie.”
“I will hurt you if you call me that again.”
Lita just smirked at her and tried to take a bite from the large piece of pizza she had picked up. Tried, because she was holding it above her head and attempting to catch the end of it (which was covered in dried up strings of cheese that were swinging in opposite directions).
“My food is problematic,” she said seriously, a small pout on her face, and John laughed. Finally she just chomped her mouth around the bottom and ended up with cheese stuck to her face.
“Now that’s attractive.”
“You think I’m gorgeous, you want to date me…” Lita sang around her mouth full of food. She was grinning wildly at him and he just smiled at her in a way that made her think he knew something she didn’t. Either that or it was the alcohol impairing her judgement.
“Time to play games!” Dawn yelled, picking up the half empty bottle of tequila. “We made it back to the cabin in one piece and we had fun today, it’s time to have a little more.”
“Dawn, do you remember, the last time you tried to get drunk people to play games?” Lilian asked innocently. “You nearly broke Edge.”
Dawn snorted. “No, honey, that was you and that was after you went back to your hotel room.”
“You’re just jealous because I was getting some and you were listening to Maria bitch about Rob all night,” the blonde said smugly.
“So we just don’t play Twister this time,” Lita interrupted before Dawn could start a full on argument.
“Truth or Dare?” Randy asked.
“What are you, five?”
“You’re the one who wants to play games, Dawn,” Randy said, almost snidely and Lita frowned before deciding that it was just the alcohol making her hear things.
“Fine, we can play I Never.”
“You can go first,” Lilian said, lining up their shot glasses.
“Fine.” Dawn smiled as Dave took the tequila from her, figuring he was the least drunk and would be less likely to spill the entire bottle. “Ready?” They all nodded. “I have never…worn handcuffs.” Dawn finished her statement by taking a shot.
"Gee, I've never been in trouble with the law before," John said, smiling and taking a drink.
“I haven’t,” Lilian said with a faux innocent smile, before taking a shot.
“The idea is to win, Dawn,” Lita said, laughing and taking a shot.
“Well, that depends on your idea of winning. I intend to get drunk…er. So, if I lie on my turns, I get more alcohol.”
“Why are we playing games again?” Randy asked. “Why can’t we just drink and have a good time.”
“It’s called ‘getting to know each other better’,” Dawn clarified.
“I can think of more exciting ways to do that,” the Legend Killer said with a smirk.
“Well, not with me,” Dawn said. “Didn’t I tell you, I married Cena this morning? We eloped below deck.”
“And who married you, the mop?”
“No. Captain Jack Sparrow. And if a Captain marries you, it’s legal.”
John, Randy, and Dave exchanged glances, before Dave leaned over to Lilian and asked, “How much has she had?”
“Oh, she’s not wasted. Johnny Depp lives in her head.”
“Okay…what?”
Lita laughed. “It’s a long story involving a late night viewing of Pirates of the Caribbean and an accidental fry up of magic mushrooms.”
“And it was so all Stacy’s fault,” Lilian said, shaking her head. “That girl is adorable, but oh my God she can be stupid.”
Dave smirked. “Something tells me there’s more to this story.”
“And you will never head about it.” Lilian shook her head, smiling at him. “I think the alco-me-hol I have already consumed this week has made me divulge enough embarrassing moments for a life time.”
“Yeah,” Lita said seriously, “I think that we should try not to drink tomorrow. At all. Or I might need a new liver by the end of the week.”
“You guys are being boring!” Dawn said, downing another shot of tequila and looking momentarily alarmed, almost as if it was about to come right back up. However, she looked less alarmed than Randy when he realised that, if she did throw up, he was the likely target.
“Dawn, you’re supposed to wait until someone says something you’ve done before you drink.”
Dawn sighed. “You weren’t playing right. You were talking.”
“Okay then,” John started, “I have never been thrown out of a bar,” he said, smirking at Randy. The Legend Killer took a drink and, surprisingly, so did Lilian. “What the fuck?” John cried, laughing incredulously.
“It was her fault!” the ring announcer cried, pointing at Lita.
“No, it was not! It was Trish’s fault and, actually, I think Dawn started it.”
“I could start a fight with a priest,” Dawn said smugly.
"And your husband?" Lilian asked with a smirk at John.
"I fight with him sometimes, too."
Not liking where that conversation was leading and refusing to analyse why, Lita suddenly interrupted. “I have never…” she said, glaring slightly at Dawn. Her friend merely smirked and cocked an eyebrow that, to Lita, seemed to be mocking her. She smiled slowly, “I have never been caught using my vibrator by my mother.”
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“Well…” Dave cleared his throat. “That got interesting pretty quickly.”
“Pretty safe to say,” John said, smirking. The game of I Never had quickly disintegrated into a competition to see who could embarrass who the most, by forcing each other into admitting the most embarrassing, and in many cases surprising, things their friends had done.
John was still determined that he was going to find out whatever had happened that had got Lita detained in London Airport that the redhead was decidedly tight-lipped (and clearly mortified) about.
Frowning, John realised that it had been a while since he had seen the redhead and he leaned backwards, lying down so that he could see into the hallway leading to Lita’s room.
“She’s still not back yet?” Lilian asked and John turned to see Dawn laughing at the ring announcer.
“God, Lil, how drunk are you that you only just noticed?”
“I noticed before, I just only just said so.”
“You just only just, did you?” Dave asked, smiling indulgently, and the woman turned to glare at him…although, given her drunken state, it was more of a pout than anything else.
“Hurry up, Randy!” Dawn cried suddenly. “You’ve been thinking forever.”
“Orton doesn’t know how to think.”
“Screw you, Cena.”
John smirked. “Didn’t we cover this the other day? You’re really not my type.”
“If I recall,” Dave said, smiling, and clearly enjoying that he was the most sober. “You actually told him to get in line. Meaning you must have meant to get to him at some point.”
“That’s just wrong,” John said, shuddering.
“And,” Randy interjected. “You must be drunker than you thought; Cena propositioned me.”
“Are you homophobic?” Lilian demanded of John.
“No, but I’m not gay and even if I was I’d rather screw a goat than Orton.”
For some reason, Lilian seemed to think this was the funniest thing she’d heard all night and disintegrated in a hysterical fit of giggles. The others watched her bemusedly, before Randy suddenly snapped his fingers.
“Got it!” He grinned and leaned towards Dawn, waiting for absolute silence. “There was a young man from Nantucket, his penis he knew how to-”
“Oh, God! Shut up!” Lilian cried, covering her ears.
Dawn laughed and leaned forward to kiss Randy’s forehead with a loud smacking noise. “You so lose that one.”
“It was a limerick!” Randy cried. “What rule did I break?”
“It was meant to be about you.”
Randy wiggled his eyebrows. “Who says it wasn’t going to be?”
“Why, did the nice man from Nantucket show you how he-”
“Okay, I changed my mind,” Randy said, frowning. “I’ll happily lose this one.”
“I win.” Dawn announced.
John rolled his eyes and hauled himself to his feet, shaking his head at Randy. "Would be you'd get your most poetical about your pecker."
Dawn snorted and Randy raised an eyebrow, lying down so that his head was in her lap. “Don’t know why you’re laughing; you were being pretty poetical about it yourself last night. What rhymes with ‘Oh, God!’ again?”
John laughed, not waiting around to hear what Dawn would come up with as a response, but laughter, punctuated an indignant splutter from Randy made him decide to ask Dave later. He headed towards Lita’s room. Well, he supposed, it was also his room now. The redhead had disappeared to the bathroom after her rather bizarre limerick stating that she was ‘pretty neat-a’ and hadn’t come back. Given how drunk she was, and the fact that she had walked into the wall on her way out, John was beginning to worry.
He entered the room and, hearing movement in the bathroom, he crossed towards it, figuring that it was open, so Lita was unlikely to be on the toilet anymore. Well, he hoped. He wasn’t entirely sober himself and he didn’t really think about it too much. He entered the room to find the redhead bent over the toilet.
“Woah!” he cried, swinging around and clutching onto the doorway. He took a deep breath and resolved not to turn around again.
“John,” Lita said, almost imploring him to look.
He. Would. Not. Turn. Around.
“Yeah?”
"I think I'm nekkid."
John nodded. “I think ya are,” he said, clearing his throat. He walked back into the room, picking up her dressing gown from her bed and re-entered the bathroom, trying to make sure his eyes didn’t wander. He covered her up as quickly as possible and tried to sober himself with the fact that she’d spent the last twenty minutes emptying her stomach and not on the fact that she was completely and utterly butt naked.
“You okay?” he asked softly and she frowned, turning around to look at him. She opened her mouth to answer, but lurched so suddenly towards the toilet again that he jumped back. Wincing, because he knew she was clearly not having a good time anymore and he knew exactly what that felt like, he reached out and pulled her hair away from her face, rubbing one hand against her back until she settled down enough to sit back.
She whimpered and he stood up, reaching for the cup at the sink and filling it with water. He sat down and handed it to her to rinse out her mouth. When she seemed settled enough, he leaned against the bath and pulled her gently, shifting until she was sitting between his legs, resting against him.
“Feel better?”
“A little. But I don’t think I’m partic’larly ‘tractive anymore,” she mumbled.
“Lita, you could be hung-over, sleep deprived, ill and injured all at the same time and you’d still be the most attractive woman I’ve ever met.”
She didn’t answer and he figured that, maybe, he should have kept his damn mouth shut. There was something to be said for sobriety. But then, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have said it when he was one hundred percent sober, as well.
“Johnny?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I am all at once.”
He grinned. “And I meant it.”
“Oh.” There was a slight pause and he was just beginning to feel uncomfortable when she asked, “So…you think I’m pretty?”
John smiled and, knowing that, even drunk, she was likely to close off if she realised exactly how pretty he thought she was, said playfully, "Were I unwed, I would take you in a manly fashion." He looked down at her awkwardly trying to see her face as she turned to gaze up at him, still leaning against his chest.
"'Cause I'm pretty?" she asked quietly, a smile playing at her lips, and he almost allowed himself to believe that he might have got through to her anyway.
“Yeah, Lita,” he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "'Cause you're pretty."
She smiled at him then frowned, looking guilty. “John.”
“Yeah?”
"I threw up on your bed."
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End of Part Eight
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Quotes Counter: 44/63
So, yeah…no idea where the hell this chapter came from…
Part Nine
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By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The WWE and all related items do not belong to me; only the story is mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Distribution: Please ask.
Pairings: Lita/John, Lilian/Dave, Dawn/Randy
Spoilers: All Lita storyline is fair game.
Feedback: Please, it makes me smile :)
Notes: *sigh* I’m supposed to be writing my entry to the Lita/John and Lita/Randy ficathon and suddenly my Cabin Fever muses strike. I’m not exactly complaining, because this should have been updated ages ago, but come on, muses, give me a break! I have a deadline for this ficathon! Bah!
Anyway, so sorry for the delay with this one. This chapter came out of nowhere, but I hope you enjoy.
Previous Chapters can be found here: | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |
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Part Eight
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“So was the entire basis of this week to get us drunk?” Lita enquired, looking at John through the bottom of her empty glass.
“Nope,” he said with a smirk. “Idea was to get ya drunk and into my bed.” He winked at her and she giggled (a testament to the five shots, the three bottles of beer, and the few glasses of wine she’d already consumed).
“See, that plan has a flaw, mister.”
“Really,” he said, leaning towards her. “An’ what exactly would that be?”
She grinned and leaned closer to him so that their noses were almost touching. “I’d have to be able to make it to the bed. I’m now too drunk for that.”
“I got muscles a plenty, I’d be happy to carry you.”
“I thought you were only semi-muscular?”
“I thought you disagreed.”
“You think?”
“Oh, my God,” Dawn cried, causing them to jump apart. “You guys are revolting. Just screw already and get it over with.”
“If I could move, I’d kill you now,” Lita said, still smiling despite the situation and it was at that point that John realised just how drunk she was.
“You need food,” he said, shoving the half empty pizza box in her direction.
Lita wrinkled up her nose and picked up a slice, looking at it as if it was growing mould. “I think it died.”
“No,” Dawn said looking over her friend’s shoulder. “That’s the veggie one we got for Lil.”
“Funny. You’re a funny girl, Dawnie.”
“I will hurt you if you call me that again.”
Lita just smirked at her and tried to take a bite from the large piece of pizza she had picked up. Tried, because she was holding it above her head and attempting to catch the end of it (which was covered in dried up strings of cheese that were swinging in opposite directions).
“My food is problematic,” she said seriously, a small pout on her face, and John laughed. Finally she just chomped her mouth around the bottom and ended up with cheese stuck to her face.
“Now that’s attractive.”
“You think I’m gorgeous, you want to date me…” Lita sang around her mouth full of food. She was grinning wildly at him and he just smiled at her in a way that made her think he knew something she didn’t. Either that or it was the alcohol impairing her judgement.
“Time to play games!” Dawn yelled, picking up the half empty bottle of tequila. “We made it back to the cabin in one piece and we had fun today, it’s time to have a little more.”
“Dawn, do you remember, the last time you tried to get drunk people to play games?” Lilian asked innocently. “You nearly broke Edge.”
Dawn snorted. “No, honey, that was you and that was after you went back to your hotel room.”
“You’re just jealous because I was getting some and you were listening to Maria bitch about Rob all night,” the blonde said smugly.
“So we just don’t play Twister this time,” Lita interrupted before Dawn could start a full on argument.
“Truth or Dare?” Randy asked.
“What are you, five?”
“You’re the one who wants to play games, Dawn,” Randy said, almost snidely and Lita frowned before deciding that it was just the alcohol making her hear things.
“Fine, we can play I Never.”
“You can go first,” Lilian said, lining up their shot glasses.
“Fine.” Dawn smiled as Dave took the tequila from her, figuring he was the least drunk and would be less likely to spill the entire bottle. “Ready?” They all nodded. “I have never…worn handcuffs.” Dawn finished her statement by taking a shot.
"Gee, I've never been in trouble with the law before," John said, smiling and taking a drink.
“I haven’t,” Lilian said with a faux innocent smile, before taking a shot.
“The idea is to win, Dawn,” Lita said, laughing and taking a shot.
“Well, that depends on your idea of winning. I intend to get drunk…er. So, if I lie on my turns, I get more alcohol.”
“Why are we playing games again?” Randy asked. “Why can’t we just drink and have a good time.”
“It’s called ‘getting to know each other better’,” Dawn clarified.
“I can think of more exciting ways to do that,” the Legend Killer said with a smirk.
“Well, not with me,” Dawn said. “Didn’t I tell you, I married Cena this morning? We eloped below deck.”
“And who married you, the mop?”
“No. Captain Jack Sparrow. And if a Captain marries you, it’s legal.”
John, Randy, and Dave exchanged glances, before Dave leaned over to Lilian and asked, “How much has she had?”
“Oh, she’s not wasted. Johnny Depp lives in her head.”
“Okay…what?”
Lita laughed. “It’s a long story involving a late night viewing of Pirates of the Caribbean and an accidental fry up of magic mushrooms.”
“And it was so all Stacy’s fault,” Lilian said, shaking her head. “That girl is adorable, but oh my God she can be stupid.”
Dave smirked. “Something tells me there’s more to this story.”
“And you will never head about it.” Lilian shook her head, smiling at him. “I think the alco-me-hol I have already consumed this week has made me divulge enough embarrassing moments for a life time.”
“Yeah,” Lita said seriously, “I think that we should try not to drink tomorrow. At all. Or I might need a new liver by the end of the week.”
“You guys are being boring!” Dawn said, downing another shot of tequila and looking momentarily alarmed, almost as if it was about to come right back up. However, she looked less alarmed than Randy when he realised that, if she did throw up, he was the likely target.
“Dawn, you’re supposed to wait until someone says something you’ve done before you drink.”
Dawn sighed. “You weren’t playing right. You were talking.”
“Okay then,” John started, “I have never been thrown out of a bar,” he said, smirking at Randy. The Legend Killer took a drink and, surprisingly, so did Lilian. “What the fuck?” John cried, laughing incredulously.
“It was her fault!” the ring announcer cried, pointing at Lita.
“No, it was not! It was Trish’s fault and, actually, I think Dawn started it.”
“I could start a fight with a priest,” Dawn said smugly.
"And your husband?" Lilian asked with a smirk at John.
"I fight with him sometimes, too."
Not liking where that conversation was leading and refusing to analyse why, Lita suddenly interrupted. “I have never…” she said, glaring slightly at Dawn. Her friend merely smirked and cocked an eyebrow that, to Lita, seemed to be mocking her. She smiled slowly, “I have never been caught using my vibrator by my mother.”
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“Well…” Dave cleared his throat. “That got interesting pretty quickly.”
“Pretty safe to say,” John said, smirking. The game of I Never had quickly disintegrated into a competition to see who could embarrass who the most, by forcing each other into admitting the most embarrassing, and in many cases surprising, things their friends had done.
John was still determined that he was going to find out whatever had happened that had got Lita detained in London Airport that the redhead was decidedly tight-lipped (and clearly mortified) about.
Frowning, John realised that it had been a while since he had seen the redhead and he leaned backwards, lying down so that he could see into the hallway leading to Lita’s room.
“She’s still not back yet?” Lilian asked and John turned to see Dawn laughing at the ring announcer.
“God, Lil, how drunk are you that you only just noticed?”
“I noticed before, I just only just said so.”
“You just only just, did you?” Dave asked, smiling indulgently, and the woman turned to glare at him…although, given her drunken state, it was more of a pout than anything else.
“Hurry up, Randy!” Dawn cried suddenly. “You’ve been thinking forever.”
“Orton doesn’t know how to think.”
“Screw you, Cena.”
John smirked. “Didn’t we cover this the other day? You’re really not my type.”
“If I recall,” Dave said, smiling, and clearly enjoying that he was the most sober. “You actually told him to get in line. Meaning you must have meant to get to him at some point.”
“That’s just wrong,” John said, shuddering.
“And,” Randy interjected. “You must be drunker than you thought; Cena propositioned me.”
“Are you homophobic?” Lilian demanded of John.
“No, but I’m not gay and even if I was I’d rather screw a goat than Orton.”
For some reason, Lilian seemed to think this was the funniest thing she’d heard all night and disintegrated in a hysterical fit of giggles. The others watched her bemusedly, before Randy suddenly snapped his fingers.
“Got it!” He grinned and leaned towards Dawn, waiting for absolute silence. “There was a young man from Nantucket, his penis he knew how to-”
“Oh, God! Shut up!” Lilian cried, covering her ears.
Dawn laughed and leaned forward to kiss Randy’s forehead with a loud smacking noise. “You so lose that one.”
“It was a limerick!” Randy cried. “What rule did I break?”
“It was meant to be about you.”
Randy wiggled his eyebrows. “Who says it wasn’t going to be?”
“Why, did the nice man from Nantucket show you how he-”
“Okay, I changed my mind,” Randy said, frowning. “I’ll happily lose this one.”
“I win.” Dawn announced.
John rolled his eyes and hauled himself to his feet, shaking his head at Randy. "Would be you'd get your most poetical about your pecker."
Dawn snorted and Randy raised an eyebrow, lying down so that his head was in her lap. “Don’t know why you’re laughing; you were being pretty poetical about it yourself last night. What rhymes with ‘Oh, God!’ again?”
John laughed, not waiting around to hear what Dawn would come up with as a response, but laughter, punctuated an indignant splutter from Randy made him decide to ask Dave later. He headed towards Lita’s room. Well, he supposed, it was also his room now. The redhead had disappeared to the bathroom after her rather bizarre limerick stating that she was ‘pretty neat-a’ and hadn’t come back. Given how drunk she was, and the fact that she had walked into the wall on her way out, John was beginning to worry.
He entered the room and, hearing movement in the bathroom, he crossed towards it, figuring that it was open, so Lita was unlikely to be on the toilet anymore. Well, he hoped. He wasn’t entirely sober himself and he didn’t really think about it too much. He entered the room to find the redhead bent over the toilet.
“Woah!” he cried, swinging around and clutching onto the doorway. He took a deep breath and resolved not to turn around again.
“John,” Lita said, almost imploring him to look.
He. Would. Not. Turn. Around.
“Yeah?”
"I think I'm nekkid."
John nodded. “I think ya are,” he said, clearing his throat. He walked back into the room, picking up her dressing gown from her bed and re-entered the bathroom, trying to make sure his eyes didn’t wander. He covered her up as quickly as possible and tried to sober himself with the fact that she’d spent the last twenty minutes emptying her stomach and not on the fact that she was completely and utterly butt naked.
“You okay?” he asked softly and she frowned, turning around to look at him. She opened her mouth to answer, but lurched so suddenly towards the toilet again that he jumped back. Wincing, because he knew she was clearly not having a good time anymore and he knew exactly what that felt like, he reached out and pulled her hair away from her face, rubbing one hand against her back until she settled down enough to sit back.
She whimpered and he stood up, reaching for the cup at the sink and filling it with water. He sat down and handed it to her to rinse out her mouth. When she seemed settled enough, he leaned against the bath and pulled her gently, shifting until she was sitting between his legs, resting against him.
“Feel better?”
“A little. But I don’t think I’m partic’larly ‘tractive anymore,” she mumbled.
“Lita, you could be hung-over, sleep deprived, ill and injured all at the same time and you’d still be the most attractive woman I’ve ever met.”
She didn’t answer and he figured that, maybe, he should have kept his damn mouth shut. There was something to be said for sobriety. But then, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have said it when he was one hundred percent sober, as well.
“Johnny?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I am all at once.”
He grinned. “And I meant it.”
“Oh.” There was a slight pause and he was just beginning to feel uncomfortable when she asked, “So…you think I’m pretty?”
John smiled and, knowing that, even drunk, she was likely to close off if she realised exactly how pretty he thought she was, said playfully, "Were I unwed, I would take you in a manly fashion." He looked down at her awkwardly trying to see her face as she turned to gaze up at him, still leaning against his chest.
"'Cause I'm pretty?" she asked quietly, a smile playing at her lips, and he almost allowed himself to believe that he might have got through to her anyway.
“Yeah, Lita,” he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "'Cause you're pretty."
She smiled at him then frowned, looking guilty. “John.”
“Yeah?”
"I threw up on your bed."
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End of Part Eight
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Quotes Counter: 44/63
So, yeah…no idea where the hell this chapter came from…
Part Nine
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