Desires of passion

Victory lap

                                      
"Hey rockstar, can I borrow your highlighter? Mine broke in the bottom of my bag again!" I groan stepping out of the small bleak hotel bathroom to see Courtney pregaming with a bottle of Jack. We just got back from the arena, and Courtney and I are going bar hopping to celebrate our debut and first ever win on live Tv. "Yeah sure it's in the black bag on the counter!" She calls back slipping on a pair of knee high heels to go with her tight black ribbed bodycon dress and strategically ripped see threw black tights. I nod plucking her makeup bag off the counter and shift through countless red lipsticks, eye liners, and so on until I find her lone wet and wild highlighter in the bottom of the bag. She walks into the bathroom and runs her hands through her hair messing up the already messy bleach blond locks. I smirk at her signature I just fucked look with a found roll of my eyes. "Let's hit the road!" I yell out into the dark hotel room excitedly.
Courtney's POV:
Jordan and I finally make it back to the hotel bar after testing out the ones in the surrounding area. "And then I told Gavin that he could do a better moonsault with out underwear!" Jordan cackled in my ear explaining her newest evil scheme. "And he believed you?!" I demand around my fourth whiskey of that particular bar. "He's sixteen of course he believed me!" She laughs at her little brothers gullibly causing me to chuckle as well. "I'm telling you man, he wants to tap it so bad! Ha!" I hear an annoying voice squeak out entering the bar. Jordan and I both snap our heads to the side to see the shield guys from earlier. Seth, Roman, and Dean stood in a conversation by the door. Seth slaps Dean in the stomach who rolls his eyes with an angry grumble as Seth and Roman laugh. "How obnoxious can you be! People are trying to not wake up with a blown head tomorrow. Sethie!" I yell out around my glass gaining the guys attention, Seth's smile widens as he starts to strut over flanked by Roman and Dean. "Sethie?" Dean mumbles his face pulled up as if sucking on a lemon. Soon they are across the bar and Seth is leaning on the back of Jordans chair. "What are you girls doing down here?" Roman asks with a pleasant smile looking nothing like the intimidating mutt form earlier on in the day. "Partying!" Jordan shouts excitedly as she slams her shot glass down onto the bar making the boys chuckle. "It's quite the party in here." Roman says eyeing the near empty room. "That's because it's 1 am on a Monday, no self respecting grownup goes out to party on a work night!" I mimic Jordan's voice causing Liz to erupt into giggles. "Guess we ain't self respecting adults boys." Dean chuckles speaking up for the first time as he leans over the bar to catch the bartenders attention. "Jack and coke." He orders causing me to snicker at him. "Ordering a chaser I'd think not Deano." I pick up the newest shot glass slide my way and down it in one groaning as I flip it over and slam it onto the counter. Dean continues to lean across the bar
As Roman and Seth take a seat at the stoles we were sat on. "So is your friend not here or?" Roman questions pointing out that there were only two of us instead of our usual three. "She is sleeping, it's hard to keep up with rockstar sometimes." Liz throws me under the bus as Roman and Seth laugh. "Sounds familiar." Roman nods in Dean's direction who smirks knowingly. "Sounds like my kinda guy!" I wink over at the cute unkept man, his wild hair and blue eyes making my drunken heart swoon.
Jordan POV
"I swear to god! If you two CHILDREN don't wake up!" I yell standing over Courtney's bed her and Liz crashed on sometime during the night, they are still in there dresses and make up. Courtney had managed to take one boot off before passing out completely. "Ugghhh, fuck off you whore." Courtney groans rolling over and hiding her head under Liz's back who didn't stir an inch. "We are going to be late, we have a house show to get to two states over and everyone else is leaving already!" I complain, I knew that going out last night was a bad idea but do they ever actually listen to me fuck no! "A house huh?" Liz grumbles the yelling back and forth finally getting to her. "A house show you know our job we just got last night! Ring any bells?!" I grab onto Courtney's leg and begin to pull her along with the bedding onto the floor. "You dirty cunt!" She screams out standing up with a pillow gripped firmly in her fists, swinging back she hits me full on in the face with the feather light grimy germy pillow. Yawning she throws it to the ground and starts to unzip her dress letting it fall to the ground as she pulls out a black pair of Sofie shorts and a vintage Stone Cold Jersey. I sigh as I start to gather my own bag I packed this morning already dressed and ready to go as Courtney throws her hair up In a high extremely messy ponytail not even bothering to comb it, Liz gets up as well slipping on a pair of grey sweats and a purple tank top leaning her curly brown hair down and wiping the makeup completely off her face where as Courtney ran a makeup wipes to clean the smudges on her cheeks and left the rest as it was. "Guys let's go! Im waiting!!" Courtney yells form the door as she shrugs her duffel bag over her shoulder. I roll my eyes with a huff turning to share a look with a now ready Liz.
We pile into the elevator where a lone John Cena stands huddled in the corner on his phone. "Long night?" He asks amused having been a newly signed 20 year old back in the day himself. "Fuck if I can remember." Courtney shrugs with a good natured chuckle shared with the 12 time champ. "You know I can't remember anything from last night either!"Liz panics eye's wide and worried as Courtney waves her off. "Oh don't worry that was just the ruffie I slipped you hot stuff." Courtney purrs though she is looking worse for wear it's clear her head is pounding and she is having trouble holding herself up right. "Courtney that's not even funny!" I scold worried that maybe they really were drugged by someone, what if something happened that they can't remember?! "Nah, we are good Jor just a bit to much booze. You know Liz can't hold her liquor." She laughs in my face unconcerned with life as always. "If you say I just want to get to the show and get this day over with." I sigh pulling out my phone to check twitter and see if we were still trending as we had last night after our debt, everyone was talking shit it was exhilarating. We aren't trending anymore which bows but I type #wwe into the search bar to see if there is anything new about us when my phone gets bombarded with tweets tagging our shared Twitter.
"@thebadgirlsclub was getting to know a little more than just the wwe universe last night." It read clicking on the picture it loads up to Courtney sitting on top of Dean Ambrose in the hotel bar sipping a drink he held in his hands. "Everything is good Courtney Joan B- Riot! What is this then?" I flip my phone around to show her the picture. She grabs my phone out of my hands to study the image before shrugging it off. "That could be anyone you can barley see my face." She reasons as the elevator sings and opens to the lobby which she runs out into to get away from my scolding she knew was coming. "Well this has been an eventful ride, have a safe trip girls." John tips his head to us before sped walking him and his belongings out into the lobby and over to the counter to check out.