Phantom Pains [Seth Rollins]

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"Jimmy, you awake?"

"Obviously, or I wouldn't be answering you." Christina fumbled with the keys, trying to open the main door to the bar. "What's the hour anyway? Two in the morning?"

"Seven a.m., Jims."

"I don't do a.m.,babe. Hope you've got a good reason for waking me up," Christina yawned, turning on the coffee machine, and then immediately going to the back to open the back entrance.

"I am not sure I locked the door, could you check it?"

"Now?"

"Yes."

A very loud, continuous groan was heard through the phone suddenly and heavy steps vaguely reached her ears. Christina checked the beer barrels to check if there's still any. She wasn't sure if Guinness was empty or just enough for two or three glasses, so she went back to the bar, putting in the machine the coffee capsule and starting it.

She was still waiting for Jimmy to lock the door, while she pulled the handle and heard the almost swish sound that a beer barrel would make when it was empty. The coffee cup was almost full, so she stopped it and left to the back once more, carrying the beer barrel to its spot, where she disconnected the cables and reconnected them to the new barrel.

With a yawn, Christina stood up straight, carrying the beer barrel out.

"Morning Chris!" a voice called, making her twirl.

"Good morning, Michael, since when are you doing morning shifts?" The girl asked in confusion.

"My brother's getting married tomorrow, so I need to be home early and have the day off tomorrow and the next day."

"Oh, right! I forgot! Congratulations!" Christina heard a voice from the phone, "Jimmy?"

"It's not locked, you damn fool." Jimmy stated. "I'm going to sleep in your house then, alright?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"I don't care, I'm going to sleep."

"Asshole," she huffed, hanging off the call and sticking the phone back into her pocket. The small Nokia phone was really an everlasting phone, and she loved playing Snake.

"Am I the first to arrive?" Michael asked, making Christina look at him again.

"Yeah, bar gets here first, then the juice stand, then the cleaners, and then the cooks. You're way too early."

"When the hell are the waitresses starting?"

"Seven forty something, eight. Depends on the day," Christina shrugged, "you're working here three years, is it seriously your first opening shift?"

"Well... yeah."

Christina rolled her eyes, glaring at the juice stand. The shutters were covering every entrance. "Hey, did you work last night?"

"Yeah," Michael grinned, "why?"

"Cuz I'm wondering if ya know whether the keys to the juice stand are here or is it- again- inside?"

Michael made a funny face, "how should I know? Paul helped closing last night here."

"You're so unhelpful," Christina huffed, walking off.

"Remember who's making your food later!" Michael called back, sitting down on the wooden bench attached to a counter. "Could you make me a really strong coffee?"

"Yeah," she grumbled back, "in a few minutes, alright?"

Christina looked through the drawers in the bar, hoping to find the keys. She sighed, before trying the final option, entering the office. In the table next to the sofa were all three keys to the juice stand, and she sighed, irritated.

She took the one that was supposed to be in the bar, and marched back to the juice stand, moving the still cushions-less benches and crouching to unlock the small door. Crawling through it, the dark blonde stood straight, starting to open the first two shutters, and then crawling out of the door, locking it and jumping on the counter to open the main shutter.

"You do that everyday?"

"Yeah," Christina said, yawning. "I'm gonna need so much coffee today," she groaned.

"Why?" Michael laughed.

"I'm here until closing." Christina hopped off the counter as the shutter reached the top.Or, its top as it was old and barely working. You had to kick it so it would even close, which annoyed Chris greatly.

"Why?"

"Because this is my last shift," Christina admitted sadly, going to open the final shutter, the front one.

"What? Why?!"

"I'm going to WWE," she grinned, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"Oh, wow."

"I'm gonna make you that coffee now."

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"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life, take me to church..." Jimmy listened as Christina sung quietly to herself, laying peacefully, head on his lap. He ran his hand softly through her hair and taking another sip of his beer.

"I'll be at first row tomorrow, you know it, right babe?"

"I know Jims," she sighed into his jeans. "I'm just super scared. What the hell am I doing, going on Raw at my first night? I need like, seventy years on NXT before I'll be ready."

"Babe, you're super cute when you're trying to be insecure."

"I ain't trying."

"Then you sound like a stupid bitch." Christina gave him a look, making him take another sip of his beer, smiling.

"Ain't no way to talk to a lady, aye Jimmy boy?"

"I don't see her no lady," Jimmy replied, and Christina sat up, a teasing smile on her lips.

"I love you Jims, I really do, but you're never gonna get laid if you continue being an asshole." Jimmy tackled her to a hug, and the two fell off the couch, landing on the floor. The two started laughing like crazy, shoving each other and having a mini wrestling match between each other, though they barely managed to shove the other, too busy laughing and not enough busy with breathing.

"I love you too, lil bitch."

"Go fuck yourself."

"Why fuck myself when I've got you?"

"Like I'd ever touch you."

Jimmy laughed, sitting up. "I've got no life without you," he stated with a smile, "so I really freaking hope that you'll be awesome out there or I won't forgive you ever. Pinky promise?"

"Don't be so lame."

"GASP!" Jimmy called, tackling his best friend once more. "BATTLE CRY!" he announced, catching her in a headlock.

"Seriously?"