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Scott Hall's POV
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"Hey, can you guys hurry up? My head is killing me." I try to keep an aggravated tone out of my voice as I look over at my group. I don't mean to be grumpy with them, but this hangover headache is fuckin' painful.
"That's on you, man. You're the one that insisted on drinking so damn much this morning." Kev shrugs as he slings Joli's bags over his shoulder. "Traffic is going to be horrible."
"I know." I mutter, rolling my eyes. "It's going to take us a fuckin' hour to get back to the hotel."
"That's looking at it optimistically." Kid sighs as he kicks a stray pebble. He's as fuckin' hungover as I am, I know it. "Leaving after a pay-per-view is always the worst."
"It's a pain in the ass, but our numbers are higher than they've ever been." Joli chimes in. "You two can just sleep in the car until we get there."
"I definitely plan on it." I mumble in response. I hear Joli sigh from behind me.
I'm in such a bad mood, and I don't mean to be. Today was just really fuckin' rough, and I'm having a hard time with that. I'm dreading each day that passes, because I know I'm getting closer and closer to doing things that I don't want to do. Why am I the one that has to get involved in all of this shit? Why am I the one that has to fuckin' cause the rift in our group?
Fuck you, Eric Bischoff. I don't care if it's not something I have to do for another month or not, I really don't want to piss Kev and Joli off like that. I don't want to be your damn puppet. I don't want to have my best friends hate me.
God, my head is spinning. I need a drink or something stronger, but I'm not going to be able to get a damn thing until we make it back to the hotel. I knew I should've snuck something in my bag, but I decided against it at the last moment.
When we reach our rental, I don't waste any time in sliding into the backseat and dropping my bags into the floor. I shut my eyes as I rest my head against the window. I wince each time one of our doors slam, and honestly, I'm really fuckin' relieved whenever I hear Kev start the car. We all fall into silence as we head towards the hotel.
It doesn't take long for Kid to start snoring beside of me. I push him with one hand, but not too hard; I just to want get him to stop. Apparently that startles Kid, because he instinctively shoves me back. I grunt in frustration and smack his arm. We end up getting into this stupid little fight, just smacking the shit out of each other. I don't even bother opening my eyes until I hear a thud from beside of me.
"Cool it down back there!" Joli snaps. "Fucking hell, that hurt, Kid!"
"Sorry." Kid whines obnoxiously. "I didn't mean to kick you. I just moved the wrong way."
"Just go back to sleep, both of you." Kev says sternly. "We're still quite a way from the hotel."
"Fine." I grumble. I grab one of my bags from the floor, positioning it against the window like a pillow. Kid mutters another half-assed apology before settling down beside of me.
I'm not sure when I drift off into sleep, but I wake up to the bright-ass lights of the inside of the car shooting on. I grunt as I run a hand over my face, trying to wake myself up enough to get out of the car. One look out of my window lets me know that we have made it to the hotel, thank God.
Joli and Kev are whispering to one another as they get their bags out of the car, but I don't know why. I'm too tired and pained to even really care, honestly. Once I'm out of the car and I have my shit, I head on into the hotel. Kid trails close behind me.
"Fuck, I'm killed." Kid complains as he raises a hand up to hold his head. We exchange tired glances as we walk towards our room.
"Me too, man. Today was too fuckin' much." I just want to grab a drink right now. I look over my shoulder to see if Joli and Kev are nearby, but I don't see them anywhere. "Bischoff just pissed me off and now I feel like I'm in such a sour mood."
But of course, I can't fuckin' say what he told me to do that pissed me off. If I tell literally anyone about his big plan, it'll ruin the mystique of it all. Fuck, I hate just thinking about it.
If this is what he wants from me to have us win the tag titles again, fuck it, I'm out. I'll never compete for another title as long as I live. Is any of this shit even fucking worth it if I don't get to enjoy it with the people I love?
"I feel you there, man. He's been on my ass since Joli's return. It just seems like no matter what I do, it's never good enough for him. It's like, if I just fuckin' sneeze in his direction, it's wrong and he's ready to scold me for it." Kid scoffs. "Fuck him, man. Fuck him."
"Kid, even if I did swing that way, I wouldn't even consider fucking his bitchy little ass." I chuckle dryly. Kid snorts, obviously taken off-guard by my comment. We exchange amused grins.
I don't know why or how, but Kid just gets me. Maybe it's just because he's as fucked up as I am? Who knows?
When we reach our hotel room, both Kid and I go to reach into our pockets to pull out a room key. We look at one another once we realize that neither of us have one, which is just fuckin' great.
"Might as well take a seat." I mutter, dropping my bags to the floor. "Who knows when they'll be here?" I slide down against the wall and pull my knees to my chest. I can feel my muscles ache ever-so-slightly as I do that; I can definitely tell I had a long match earlier.
"Great." Kid sighs as he sits down beside of me. He closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall, and within a few moments, he's fallen over onto my arm. I just raise a hand of mine up so that I can block out the painfully bright hall light.
It feels like it takes a fuckin' eternity for Kev and Joli to arrive. I look up at them and shake Kid when I hear them approach. They both look confused as hell.
"Why the fuck are you two just sitting in the hallway?" Kev asks with a laugh. I roll my eyes and force myself to stand.
"We don't have a room key, dummy." I tell him as I stretch.
"Really?" It wouldn't take a brain surgeon to tell that Joli's aggravated with my tone. I don't blame her. "Did you happen to check your wallet, Scott?"
"Did I- Of course I did!" I scoff as I reach down and grab my bags from the floor. I actually didn't check there because I know I don't have one. Joli, Kev, and Kid all watch as I pull my wallet from my bag and open it up.
There it is, situated right in plain sight. I slide the card from my wallet and shove it into the door without even looking up at Kev and Joli. I don't want to see their smug-ass expressions.
"I gave that to you earlier, but I guess you didn't pay much attention to me." Joli sighs as we all head into the room. I fling my bags into the corner of the room then grab a bottle of beer from the desk. "We would've come right up to the room if we'd known you two were waiting on us."
"Hand me a bottle, man." Kid reaches out to me, and I pass him a bottle. Kev sits his and Joli's bags down and then looks between me and Kid.
"Don't you think you two need to head on to bed?" Kev asks as I take a seat in the office chair. I shrug and pop open my drink.
"Don't you guys want anything?" I motion towards the remaining beers. "There's still plenty to go around."
"I'm good." Joli replies. I watch as she grabs a pair of shorts and a tank top from her suitcase. She climbs over her and Kev's bed to get past me; I guess I am kind of blocking the way. "I'll be back."
"All right." Kev smiles at Joli as she leaves, but as soon as she closes the bathroom door, his smile is replaced with a frown. "Are you guys okay?"
"I'm fine. I don't know why you'd think differently. My head just fuckin' hurts." I'm actually not fine, but like hell I want to talk about it. I don't want to even fuckin' think about how pissed Kev and Joli are going to be at me in the following days.
"You've been in a mood all damn day, brother. I'm just checking on you." Kev holds his hands up defensively. "You pretty much woke up with a bottle in your hand, and that's what you went right back to when we got here. You just normally don't drink like that."
Normally, I don't have this much to forget.
"I swear, I'm fine." I don't want to straight-up tell Kev to buzz off, so I hope he gets where I'm going with this.
"I want to believe you man, but-"
"Kev. I'm fine." I insist, raising my bottle to my lips. "Let's leave it at that."
Kev stares at me for a few more moments before letting out this huge fuckin' sigh and taking a seat on their bed. He wants to say more to me, but he's not going to; I'm glad about that, honestly.
"You doing all right over there, Kid?" Kev asks. I turn around so that I'm facing away from the beds and towards the wall instead.
Kid replies and the two talk for a little bit, but honestly, I don't pay them much attention. Kid sounds like he's as aggravated as I am, but he's not hiding it well like me. I'm just so tired of hearing everyone talk. I'm tired of everything.
I feel so fucking bad right now.
I've little more than laid my head down on the desk when I hear Kid yell, "You know what? Fuck it! Fuck all of this! Fuck both of you! I'm going to bed." I begrudgingly turn around just in time to see Joli smack the fuck out of his arm.
When did she get out of the bathroom?
"Kid! What the fuck is your problem?!" Joli's pissed. "Do you have literally any idea what you're saying?"
"I know just what I'm saying." Goddamn, Kid sounds dark. "Neither of you understand what I fucking mean. I'm sick of this."
"You're being such a fucking asshole, Kid. Just listen to us for once." Joli's trying to calm down, but it's not working.
"Listen to you?! Why should I listen to either of you when you won't listen to me?!" Kid shakes his head. "I'm out."
"Kid, just-" Kev tries to talk, but Kid coldly cuts him off.
"I'm out."
Kid downs the rest of his drink before slamming the bottle down on the nightstand. The bottom of the bottle shatters, but Kid doesn't care. He just rips down the blankets on our bed and scoots as far away from Joli and Kev as possible. Kid lays with his back to our friends while I just hold my fucking head.
I get that he's pissed, and I get where he's coming from, but why'd he have to be so fuckin' loud?
I finish off my own beer as I watch Kev and Joli. Kev's ticked, but Joli looks so damn distraught and it breaks my heart. She doesn't understand what's going on, as she's never really had to deal with me or Kid when we're not feeling well.
Or at least, she hadn't before we fucked up her return. Huh.
Joli and Kev slide into their bed and lay facing each other, with their arms around one another. God, I know Joli's so upset, and I can see it in the way she's laying. I would say something to her, but what would be the point? I don't want to start anything or make things worse.
With a sigh, I head on over to mine and Kid's bed and lay down. I lay towards Joli and Kev for a little bit before shaking my head and rolling towards Kid.
Fuck it, man. Fuck it. I'm tired.
I fold one of my arms over my face to block the light out before drifting off into yet another uncomfortable nights sleep. Life is just such a damn painful experience right now.