Title: Drunken Divas
Author: eena_angel2001
Email: [email protected] or [email protected]
Rating: PG-13
Category: BTVS/WWE crossover.
Pairing: Willow/RVD.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people.
Summary: Challenge Response, the divas have a wild slumber
party . . .
~*~*~
Rob Van Dam cast a shocked look around the hotel room he was currently in. The remnants of the Divas Slumber Party lay scattered about, but no divas themselves. He cast a worried look to his friends, Matt and Jeff Hardy. Both men shrugged, ambling over to check the bathroom. Sighing, Rob turned back to the closet door.
"Damn it Will," he declared in exasperation. "How the hell did you get stuck in there?"
"Well, that's a very long and involved story," came the muffled answer. "But could you please move the dresser out of the way already? Trish and I can't stay in here much longer."
"Let us out Rob," Trish's voice drifted through the door. "I love your girlfriend, but being stuck in a closet with her for hours is just not doing wonders for our friendship."
"Hey, you're the one who wanted to play Truth or Dare while we were in here!" Willow could be heard protesting. "Don't get mad at me just because you lost."
"Rob, let us out!" Trish demanded again. "I do not want to think of what happened last night."
Rob let out a little chuckle. He made his way to the open door, motioning in Edge.
"Help me with this dresser," he instructed the blonde man. "My girl and your brother's girlfriend are stuck in the closet."
"They were in the closet?" Edge repeated, moving to one side of the dresser. Rob nodded, shooting him an amused look as he hefted the other side. As one, they were able to push the dresser aside, clearing the way for the two trapped divas.
Willow and Trish both burst out of the closet, clad only in boxer shorts and their bras. Edge raised an eyebrow at their apparel, making the redhead blush.
"Thank you," she mumbled, going to bury her face in Rob's shoulder. RVD laughed and hugged the embarrassed girl.
"Now, you're going to have to tell us what you were doing in there," he informed her.
"And why there are three divas asleep in the bathtub," Jeff added, coming out of the bathroom with his brother, Lita, Torrie, and Stacy on his heels. The three divas in question blushed and made their way to their bags. Edge couldn't help but laugh at the sight of them.
"What went on last night?" he asked. The women exchanged a look, obviously trying to decide if they should tell. Finally, Trish poked Willow, prompting her to start the tale. The redhead sighed and turned to the men.
"Okay, it went like this . . ."
~*~*~
The show had gone off brilliantly. The matches were done perfectly and the fans were more than entertained. The backstage area was buzzing with happy wrestlers, all about to leave after a good day's work.
Willow and Trish were sitting in RVD's locker room, waiting for their boyfriends to finish up. The girls were still giggling over the match they had for the night. If you could call it a match.
Basically, Trish had insulted Willow and the redhead had slapped her squarely across the face. Then a full-fledged catfight broke out, complete with hair pulling and clothes ripping. The fans had loved it, the girls had fun doing it. And the guys had apparently enjoyed it as well.
Eventually the boys came out of the showers, ready to leave for the night.
"So, where we going tonight baby?" Rob asked, coming to place a kiss on Willow's lips. The redhead giggled and pulled back from him.
"I don't know about you, but I've got a slumber party to attend," she reminded him. Rob's face fell instantly. He turned to fix Christian with a panicked look, one the blonde man returned as well.
"But, I thought we were going to . . ." Rob trailed off, a disappointed pout on his face. Willow laughed and pushed away from him.
"You can live through the night without sex," she teased him.
"Yeah, but what would be the point?" Christian whined, turning pleading eyes to his girlfriend. Trish grinned and shook her head.
"No way mister," the blonde chirped at him. "I've been waiting for this slumber party for weeks."
"But you just had one last week!" Rob protested.
"But this is going to be the best one," Willow insisted. Rob opened his mouth to complain, but the redhead cut him off.
"See this?" she asked, pointing to her face. "This is the Resolve Face. It means we're going."
"But-"
"Resolve Face," Willow repeated. "See it, memorize it, you can't beat it."
Rob let out a defeated sigh and plopped down on the floor in resignation. Willow grinned, leaning over to plant a kiss on his forehead.
"Don't worry baby," she soothed him. "You can have sex in the morning."
His face brightened slightly at that. Willow laughed again before kissing him goodbye. Trish gave her boyfriend a parting kiss before being dragged out of the locker room by her friend. The two men remained there for a minute.
"We have got to make them hate each other," Christian finally spoke up. "That way, all these slumber parties would end and we could have all the sex we want."
Rob paused to give it some thought, but then rejected the idea.
"We could try, but they'd probably end up finding out. Then we wouldn't ever have sex again."
~*~*~
"We already knew that," Rob interrupted. Willow frowned at him.
"I know," she replied testily. "I was just setting the scene. Now shut up or you don't hear anymore."
Rob obediently shut his mouth and waited for her to continue.
"Okay, well the party was off to a normal start . . ."
~*~*~
Lita watched in hysterics as Willow attempted to teach Stacy the Snoopy Dance. The leggy blonde couldn't quite get the foot work down. Add onto that the fact that she was drunk, well, it made for an amusing sight.
The redhead took her eyes off the dancing duo for a second, flicking her gaze around the room. Her eyes fell on the quiet figure of Molly Holly. The brunette wasn't even watching the performance. She was just staring at the floor, hand rubbing her stomach. Lita frowned at that. Something was wrong with their friend, she had been far too quiet all night. Dimly, Lita wondered if Hunter had anything to do with it.
"And that's all folks!"
Lita turned her head back to the dancing girls, only find them bowing over applause. She joined the other divas in clapping, her eyes always going back to Molly.
Finally, she had had enough.
"Okay Molly, what's wrong?"
The brunette glanced up at the sound of her name. A fearful looked crossed her eyes as she took in the stares of all the divas.
"Nothing's wrong," she stammered out. Seeing the looks she got from her friends, Molly could help it.
She burst into tears.
~*~*~
"Molly's pregnant!" Edge shouted, interrupting the story. Willow shot him a look before nodding.
"Yeah, but don't broadcast it around," she hushed him. "I think the announcement should be made by the parents."
"But why was she crying?" Matt asked.
"Well . . ."
~*~*~
"You're pregnant!"
Molly nodded, affirming the shocking news. The others divas were stunned for about two seconds before they all launched themselves at the brunette.
"This so great!" Torrie squealed.
"Hello little one," Stacy crooned to the woman's belly.
"God, this is the best thing-Molly why are you crying?"
Everyone stopped at Willow's question. They looked up at the brunette, finding her to be crying indeed.
"I can't tell Hunter!" the brunette wailed. The divas shot each other confused looks.
"Why not?" Lita asked gently, moving to sit next to the distraught girl.
"Because he doesn't love me anymore," Molly cried, falling over to bury her face in Trish's lap. The others fell into a shocked silence, Molly's sobs the only sounds in the room.
"But how do you know that?" Stacy prodded, handing rubbing Molly's back in comfort.
"He's been avoiding me all the time," the brunette revealed, sniffling miserably. "He won't even look at me sometimes. And I caught him on the phone with Stephanie a few times. When I walk in on them, he gets this guilty look on his face and hungs up. And then he won't explain anything, just gets up and leaves the room."
Willow felt anger boiling up in her blood.
"That little twerp!" she declared, balling her fists up. "If he thinks he can just do that to one of my friends-"
The redhead cut herself off, jumping to her feet.
"Where are you going?" Molly asked in a panic.
"We're going to go see Hunter," Willow corrected her. "All of us. Time to call the idiot on this."
The other divas murmured their agreement, ushering a protesting Molly out the door.
~*~*~
"Hunter's been cheating on Molly?" Jeff asked incredulously. "But I thought he loved her so much."
"Could you guys not interrupt me every few minutes?" Willow demanded, eyes flashing with irritation. Jeff ducked his head before apologizing sheepishly.
"Anyway, Hunter wasn't cheating on Molly," Willow continued. "But he was keeping a secret. We just got the wrong idea . . ."
~*~*~
"You mean, that's why you've been acting so weird?"
Hunter nodded silently, his red face indicating his embarrassment.
He raised nervous eyes to Molly.
"I just couldn't figure out how to say it," he mumbled, placing a kiss on her palm. "And I'm sorry I worried you with my acting like an idiot."
"It's okay," Molly whispered through her tears. She knelt beside Hunter and wrapped her arms around the large man.
~*~*~
"So, they're getting married?"
Willow nodded, falling silent. Rob gave her a look.
"That's not everything," he reminded her. "We still have the lovely story of how you and Trish ended up locked in the closet with these three in the bathtub."
The divas went red as one. Willow sighed and put on a frustrated pout.
"If you must know . . ."
~*~*~
"Drunken divas, just my luck."
Willow glared up at the Undertaker, her "uncle".
"You know, you're such a bore when you're not being an asshole for television," she slurred at him. He rolled his eyes at her.
"Whatever," Taker shot back. "But let's get you girls inside and you better stay there this time."
Kane couldn't help but nod his head in agreement. He began ushering the drunk and half naked divas back into the hotel room. Willow was resisting, giving Taker a lot of lip.
"You're not really my uncle," she threw at him. "You can't stop me. I want to go outside."
"You're drunk and you stay inside," Taker amended. "I don't want you going out there and doing something stupid. Or someone stupid."
"Hey! I would never cheat on Rob!" Willow declared angrily. "And even if I would, that is none of your business. You can't stop me from doing what I want. I'm an adult damn it. If I want to have sex I will - if I want to screw every guy in this room I will and you so cannot stop me! Granted, there aren't that many guys in this room at the moment, but I could go find one where there was! And you couldn't stop me!"
The other divas cheered in response, trying to push past their unwanted chaperones. Taker exchanged a tired look with his brother. Both of them nodded, coming to an understanding. Taker turned back to Willow, determination on his face.
"Want to test that theory little girl?"
~*~*~
"Okay, so you're telling me in that in drunken stupor, you tried to run about the hotel hallways, half naked?" Rob asked for clarification. The divas nodded in unison.
"And then Taker and Kane caught you and forced you back here?" Edge continued. Again they nodded.
"And then they locked Willow and Trish in the closet and Lita, Torrie and Stacy in the bathroom to keep you in here?" Matt finished.
Willow sighed and nodded. The men exchanged looks and then broke out into a fit of laughter.
"Hey, it wasn't funny!" Willow insisted, irritation clear on her face. "We had a very trying night last night."
"I bet," Rob chuckled. "So, this is what you girls do during slumber parties? Remind me to sneak in next time."
The men continued to laugh while the girls glowered at them.
"Fine, laugh it up," Willow muttered darkly, rising to her feet and heading to the door. "See if you ever get sex again Rob!"
RVD paled significantly. He shot a frightened look at his friends. They just shrugged in return.
"She sounded serious," Jeff offered. Rob jumped to his feet instanly and chased after his half-naked girlfriend. A bit of silence reigned after his departure, until:
"So? Who wants breakfast?"
Scrambling to their feet, the group of friends made their way out of the ransacked room. Laughing they headed down to the lobby, divas not caring of their state of half-undressed. Elsewhere in the hotel, RVD was sharing a shower with Willow, who decided not to hold his laughing against him. For his sake, you know?
~*~The End~*~