"The world isn't always filled with nice people with goodness in their hearts. Some are wicked, caring for their own lust."
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The gang pulled up in the parking lot of the Marriott. It was busy, even this late at night. A large crowd was gathered at the entrance.
“Holy shit. It’s eleven o’clock and there are this many people here?” Adam exclaimed, stepping out of the car.
“Duh. It’s a hotel. What did you expect?” Lita muttered, giving the blonde Canadian a withering glance.
Rey fixed his shirt and helped Dawn get out of the backseat. “A good hotel too. You’d assume it to be busy, regardless of what day it is,” he added quietly.
“Hopefully the dance floor isn’t too crowded,” Chris grumbled.
“Like you can dance,” Eddie snickered, brushing the dust off of his pants.
“Better than you,” Benoit scoffed.
“Oh yeah?” Eddie teased.
Before they started to argue, Lita shoved them towards the hotel entrance. “Save it for the bedroom later, lovebirds. Let’s try to have fun tonight,” she growled.
Eddie stuck his tongue out at Chris who only scowled.
After twenty minutes of standing in line and another ten minutes of getting through the lobby, they finally got their rooms’ cards.
“Alright. We’ll meet back in the lobby in about fifteen minutes,” Lita called out over her shoulder, carrying her back and heading off to the west wing.
Eddie and Chris went to the elevators, waving goodbye to the rest of the group.
“This is going to be a long night,” Chris sighed as he pushed the 'up' button.
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Fanfiction"We accept the love we think we deserve." - Stephen Chbosky Eddie Guerrero and Chris Benoit have been best friends for many years, both developing feelings for each other. A relationship finally blossoms, but toxic seeds are planted and soon they wi...
