Distribution: Just slap my name on it.
Stephanie sighed and looked at her watch. She had been sitting at the bar alone for almost an hour. Where was Hunter anyway? He was supposed to meet her.. The shots of tequila were making her drowsy and lightheaded. Stephanie put money on the bar and waved to the bartender before standing up, almost losing her balance doing so. "Careful there Princess." Strong arms caught her and helped her stand up. Stephanie looked up and scowled.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to stop the room from spinning. Jericho smiled and shrugged. "I came to get a drink, why? Did you think I was following you?" Stephanie rolled her eyes and stumbled yet again.
"Jericho, have you seen Hunter?" She looked up at him and Jericho had to admit, she was a sad sight. Her hair that was curled perfectly for Raw was now losing it's curl and starting to string. Her makeup was smeared and her clothes were twisted. He didn't want to tell her that he had seen her husband leaving with Trish. It just wasn't right, embarrassing her was one thing, but hurting her was another.
"Sorry Princess, haven't seen the Game. Here, let me help you." He wrapped an arm around her waist and started for the elevator.
"Why are you so mean to me? I'm a nice person when you get to know me." She babbled and Chris had to keep himself from laughing. Stephanie a good person, that couldn't be true...could it?
"I'm mean to you because you deserve it. You hurt people, and use people at your own leisure." He pushed the doors closed and prayed that no one saw him and the Billion Dollar Princess together. "What room are you in Steph?"
"Um..?" She giggles and shrugs. "I don't know, Hunter's got the key." Chris sighed and ran his hand over his face. He couldn't just leave her in the halls, drunk and a mess.
"Alright, I tell you what, you're going to go to my room until you sober up, ok? I'll make you some coffee and even let you take a shower." He looked down at her shocked face. "See, I can be a nice person too."
"Do you have any ice cream Chris, cause I'm really craving Ben and Jerry's Phish Food." Chris shook his head and swiped his card through the slot, opening his door.
"I want you to go take a shower, here, you can use this." He handed her a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. "There should be a towel and soap in there." Stephanie nodded and headed toward the shower.
"I don't have anything to wear, it's all in my room." She slurred out leaning against the bathroom doorframe.
"I might have something, hold on." Chris dug around in his suitcase and came up with a t-shirt that would fit her, and a pair of gym shorts. "You'll have to roll up the shorts." He said, handing them to her. She nodded and shut the bathroom door. Chris could hear the water running and shook his head. "What am I getting myself into?" He muttered.
Stephanie stepped out of the bathroom, freshly scrubbed and makeup less. Jericho looked at her and bit his lip to keep from laughing. His shirt was at least two sizes to big on her, and the shorts hug down to her knees. "I don't feel so well." She said quietly before bolting back to the bathroom and kneeling beside the toilet.
Chris could hear her retch and rushed in to help her. He sighed and knelt down beside her to hold her hair up. He had to laugh at the mental image of him, Chris Jericho holding Stephanie McMahon- Helmsley's hair up while she emptied her stomach into his toilet. After what Chris assumed was half of her stomach lining was being flushed, he stood up and handed her a cool rag. "Don't hold your liquor very well do you?" She just glared at him.
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