Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter one: "this blood runs fuckin' deep"]

Chapter 1: "This Blood Runs Fuckin' Deep"
Jolene Milford's POV

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"When the fuck are they going to be back? It's been what, an hour and a half? How long does it take to get some fuckin' booze?" I look up at Kev as he speaks, obviously a bit frustrated with the fact that Scott and Kid aren't back yet. I don't blame him.

At least we didn't have to work tonight, right?

When we got to the hotel a couple of hours ago, Scott and Kid offered to go stock up on supplies for the next few days: booze, snacks, the usual stuff, you know? Kev and I stayed here and, as usual, we ended up having sex. We just finished the second round of it, actually.

"They probably found a couple of chicks who'd let them get their dicks wet." I shrug before sitting up and motioning over to the nightstand beside of Kev. "Smokes, please."

Kev hands me my cigarettes and my lighter as he laughs, sending me a grin. "I wouldn't fuckin' doubt it. But they could've just brought them back here or fucked 'em after they dropped off the drinks."

"You're right." I giggle as I pop one of the cigarettes into my mouth and light it up. "Surely they'll be back before too much longer." I mutter as I grab a nearly empty water bottle from beside of the bed to flick my ashes into.

"I hope so."

Kev gets out of bed and picks up the boxers and Outsiders tee that he'd been wearing earlier, as well as a pair of shorts for both of us. After he slips on his boxers and shorts, he tosses the shirt and the other pair of shorts to me; I catch them with my hand that isn't holding my cigarette and sit them beside of me.

As I watch Kev walk over to the window and peak out of it, I find myself reminded more and more of how grateful I am that he's back in WCW. He and Scott have been back for, what, about five months now? It's so nice, it really is.

I missed them. I missed them a lot. After all, Scott was gone for about four years and Kev was gone roughly three. I mean, yes, we all did hang out some while they were in the WWF. Hell, on one instance I was even able to meet Shawn Michaels and Hunter Hearst Helmsley! I met Kid that night, too. There's just a large difference between being able to see your friends on a regular basis and mainly having to communicate with them via phone call because their schedule is hectic.

Once I finish my cigarette, I put it out in the water bottle that I've been using. I slide on Kev's shirt and my shorts before grabbing my cigarettes and lighter and standing up. After dropping my smoking materials on the desk, I take a seat in the chair that was pushed under it.

"I say we give 'em thirty minutes. If they're not back by then-"

"Hey guys! We're back! We got the good shit, too!"

Kev is interrupted by Kid's enthusiastic greeting. He and Scott come waltzing into the room with bags upon bags of booze, snacks, and god-knows-what else. They sit half of the bags on the desk and half of them in the floor beside of it.

"How many times did you two bang while we were gone?" Scott asks as he snags a beer and sends both Kev and I a grin. "Three? Four?"

"Just a couple." I reply with a grin of my own. "How many times did you two get laid?"

"Ah, once or twice." Kid laughs as he digs into a few of the bags. "Here you go, Joli." He mutters as he hands me a couple of packs of cigarettes. I jokingly blow him a kiss and he laughs even more. Kid then grabs a couple of bottles and hands one to me and one to Kev, who is now sitting on the edge of our bed and facing towards Scott.