Fic: What Happens in Vegas (Lita/Jericho, 1/3, R)
Title: What Happens in Vegas...
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: No
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Jericho, Trish/Christian, Victoria/Tomko; others possibly appearing
Summary: As the old saying goes: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
Notes: Reply to this challenge and yeah, that's about it really.
Warnings: There's quite a bit of drinking going on and so far, that's it on the warnings.
Lita held her hands to her ears as she wove through the crowd of bodies, doing her best to maintain her balance as she attempted to navigate her way to the safety of the bar. The redhead would have expected, had this not been a private party, that it wouldn't be quite this crowded. However, she completely misjudged the amount of people that her best friend knew (and how quickly word gets around) but still.. this was just a little ridiculous.
All of this just for a party?
“Are you having as much fun as me?” A voice suddenly made itself known in her ear, a body directly behind hers. “Li?”
The redhead turned to find herself face to face with Chris Jericho, “what did you say?”
Chris smirked, more to himself though, grasping her gently by the elbow; acting like a human shield so they could reach the bar in one piece. “I asked if you were having as much fun as me,” the blond man spoke once they were away from the crowded dance floor. “Li? Are you okay?”
Lita settled herself more firmly on the bar stool, “yeah.. I think I'm fine. I guess I just wasn't expecting this many people for some party.”
He arched an eyebrow at her, “wait a second, the maid of honor is calling her best friend's bachelorette party 'just some party'? Trish'll kill you for that.. or at least kick you really hard.” He leaned against the bar, “you know how long she's been waiting for this.”
She smiled wryly, “I do know how long she's been waiting, I've helped her in nearly every stage of planning.” Lita flashed a winning smile to the bartender, tipping though it wasn't absolutely necessary with the party already paid for. “And what have you done, Mr. Best Man, hmm?”
Chris grinned, fiddling with a straw, “well I.. I recommended this place and the hotel?”
Lita rolled her eyes, popping the maraschino cherry into her mouth, “always the ambitious one.. though, since we're at Margaritaville and staying at the Flamingo Hotel, I should have known you would have had something to do with it.”
Chris nodded, a serious expression on his face, “of course..” He reached for her drink, helping himself to a healthy sip. “Yuck, how can you women drink this fruity crap.”
Lita arched an eyebrow, “oh please, you aren't fooling anyone, Christopher. I've seen you knock back plenty of Hurricanes by yourself.. and you were just sharing a Flaming Volcano with me, Trish and Christian the other night.”
“Still..” He replied somewhat childishly, helping himself to another sip of her drink. “What the hell is this, anyway?”
“Orgasm on the Beach... it's rum based, but not bad I guess.” She tapped her nails on the bar, “from what little I've actually had.”
Chris licked his lips, having finished most of the drink by that point, “do you drink schnapps?”
Lita smiled sweetly, “I'll drink anything if you're buying it because you owe me a drink.”
“Sorry,” he muttered quickly, downing the remainder of the mixed drink before setting the glass on the bar; waving the bartender over. “I'll take a Tie Me to the Bed Post and a Sex on the Pool Table.”
“And which one of those is for me?”
“I was supposed to order something for you, too?”
“Chris--”
“Sorry! How about this, you can try out both and whichever one you like best, is the one you can have. Okay?”
“What is Lita trying and why are you two hiding out?”
Lita turned to find Victoria standing nearby, “Lita and Chris are not hiding, they just don't like the dance floor and need some encouragement. And Lita is debating between a Tie Me to the Bed Post and a Sex on the Pool Table.”
The older woman sent an amused look between the two, “should I send over a chaperon?”
Chris waved the idea off, “pish posh, we'll be fine.”
Victoria nodded slowly, “right.. I'll just go get Tyson, since he seems to be having as much fun as the two of you, only with a lot less alcohol.”
“You do that,” Chris held up both drinks as if to toast the idea. “We'll just be here at the bar.” And then he seated himself on the nearest bar-stool, facing the redhead. “Alright, here's our drinks.. have a taste.”
Lita took a tiny sip from each drink, pausing in between to absorb the taste. “They're both okay... I guess I'll take the Tie Me to the Bed Post.”
Chris held up his drink to her, the two toasting and then preparing to drink when a hand on each wrist blocked their progress. “Hey, what gives?”
Tyson relaxed his grip, just slightly, “I've been assigned to babysitting the two of you.”
Lita scowled, flicking the bald man's arm with her free hand, “we don't need a babysitter, damn it. We aren't that drunk.”
“Yet,” Chris and Tyson added in unison, the Problem Solver looking less than amused by it. “And we won't get that drunk, okay? Lita and I know when to quit.”
Tyson snorted, “drinking until you pass out does not qualify as knowing your limit.”
Lita stuck out her tongue, “that only happened once.. and technically we didn't pass out, we tripped.”
Chris nodded, “what she said... it's not our fault that the sidewalk attacked.”
“Seriously, Ty, we'll be fine. Now can I have my drink?”
Tyson still didn't look entirely convinced, but released their wrists anyway, the bald man then parking himself nearby to observe them. The night was still relatively young, but they were already well on their way to being gloriously wasted.
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: No
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Jericho, Trish/Christian, Victoria/Tomko; others possibly appearing
Summary: As the old saying goes: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
Notes: Reply to this challenge and yeah, that's about it really.
Warnings: There's quite a bit of drinking going on and so far, that's it on the warnings.
Lita held her hands to her ears as she wove through the crowd of bodies, doing her best to maintain her balance as she attempted to navigate her way to the safety of the bar. The redhead would have expected, had this not been a private party, that it wouldn't be quite this crowded. However, she completely misjudged the amount of people that her best friend knew (and how quickly word gets around) but still.. this was just a little ridiculous.
All of this just for a party?
“Are you having as much fun as me?” A voice suddenly made itself known in her ear, a body directly behind hers. “Li?”
The redhead turned to find herself face to face with Chris Jericho, “what did you say?”
Chris smirked, more to himself though, grasping her gently by the elbow; acting like a human shield so they could reach the bar in one piece. “I asked if you were having as much fun as me,” the blond man spoke once they were away from the crowded dance floor. “Li? Are you okay?”
Lita settled herself more firmly on the bar stool, “yeah.. I think I'm fine. I guess I just wasn't expecting this many people for some party.”
He arched an eyebrow at her, “wait a second, the maid of honor is calling her best friend's bachelorette party 'just some party'? Trish'll kill you for that.. or at least kick you really hard.” He leaned against the bar, “you know how long she's been waiting for this.”
She smiled wryly, “I do know how long she's been waiting, I've helped her in nearly every stage of planning.” Lita flashed a winning smile to the bartender, tipping though it wasn't absolutely necessary with the party already paid for. “And what have you done, Mr. Best Man, hmm?”
Chris grinned, fiddling with a straw, “well I.. I recommended this place and the hotel?”
Lita rolled her eyes, popping the maraschino cherry into her mouth, “always the ambitious one.. though, since we're at Margaritaville and staying at the Flamingo Hotel, I should have known you would have had something to do with it.”
Chris nodded, a serious expression on his face, “of course..” He reached for her drink, helping himself to a healthy sip. “Yuck, how can you women drink this fruity crap.”
Lita arched an eyebrow, “oh please, you aren't fooling anyone, Christopher. I've seen you knock back plenty of Hurricanes by yourself.. and you were just sharing a Flaming Volcano with me, Trish and Christian the other night.”
“Still..” He replied somewhat childishly, helping himself to another sip of her drink. “What the hell is this, anyway?”
“Orgasm on the Beach... it's rum based, but not bad I guess.” She tapped her nails on the bar, “from what little I've actually had.”
Chris licked his lips, having finished most of the drink by that point, “do you drink schnapps?”
Lita smiled sweetly, “I'll drink anything if you're buying it because you owe me a drink.”
“Sorry,” he muttered quickly, downing the remainder of the mixed drink before setting the glass on the bar; waving the bartender over. “I'll take a Tie Me to the Bed Post and a Sex on the Pool Table.”
“And which one of those is for me?”
“I was supposed to order something for you, too?”
“Chris--”
“Sorry! How about this, you can try out both and whichever one you like best, is the one you can have. Okay?”
“What is Lita trying and why are you two hiding out?”
Lita turned to find Victoria standing nearby, “Lita and Chris are not hiding, they just don't like the dance floor and need some encouragement. And Lita is debating between a Tie Me to the Bed Post and a Sex on the Pool Table.”
The older woman sent an amused look between the two, “should I send over a chaperon?”
Chris waved the idea off, “pish posh, we'll be fine.”
Victoria nodded slowly, “right.. I'll just go get Tyson, since he seems to be having as much fun as the two of you, only with a lot less alcohol.”
“You do that,” Chris held up both drinks as if to toast the idea. “We'll just be here at the bar.” And then he seated himself on the nearest bar-stool, facing the redhead. “Alright, here's our drinks.. have a taste.”
Lita took a tiny sip from each drink, pausing in between to absorb the taste. “They're both okay... I guess I'll take the Tie Me to the Bed Post.”
Chris held up his drink to her, the two toasting and then preparing to drink when a hand on each wrist blocked their progress. “Hey, what gives?”
Tyson relaxed his grip, just slightly, “I've been assigned to babysitting the two of you.”
Lita scowled, flicking the bald man's arm with her free hand, “we don't need a babysitter, damn it. We aren't that drunk.”
“Yet,” Chris and Tyson added in unison, the Problem Solver looking less than amused by it. “And we won't get that drunk, okay? Lita and I know when to quit.”
Tyson snorted, “drinking until you pass out does not qualify as knowing your limit.”
Lita stuck out her tongue, “that only happened once.. and technically we didn't pass out, we tripped.”
Chris nodded, “what she said... it's not our fault that the sidewalk attacked.”
“Seriously, Ty, we'll be fine. Now can I have my drink?”
Tyson still didn't look entirely convinced, but released their wrists anyway, the bald man then parking himself nearby to observe them. The night was still relatively young, but they were already well on their way to being gloriously wasted.