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Kat's POV
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As I stood in front of the long hotel mirror, I found myself wondering where the rest of my outfit was.
My makeup looked nice... a little dark maybe, but that was because I let Shawn choose the colors. My hair was curled, as usual, but instead of the normal natural-looking curls, they were more defined. Also Shawn's idea.
Shawn chose all of my costume, actually. A fact which, I was slowly finding out, was terrible judgement on my part.
My shirt -if you could even call it that- and miniskirt were both black and barely covered anything. Paired with the heels I was wearing, I looked like I should be working out on the street corner.
"Um, Shawn?"
"Hmm?" came his response from the other room. He was finishing his own outfit.
"What am I supposed to be?" I asked. We were headed to a Halloween party, so Shawn insisted we get into the spirit.
He walked into the bathroom and placed a cat-eared headband on my head. "You're a cat," he told me simply.
"I'm pretty sure cats don't look like this," I replied. I sighed. "You get to be Elvis, which makes me ask again why I couldn't be Jackie Kennedy."
"Kat, I told you. No one would talk to you. This is what girls who go to Halloween parties wear. All the other girls there are going to look like this."
"And what if I don't want to look like all the other girls?" I crinkled my nose. I did not enjoy this.
"Katherine, you are so goddamn attractive. Please just let me show you off?" he begged. He had been pleading and whining about this for days.
I couldn't stop myself from saying yes. I couldn't keep on with his constant begging. He was damn persistent, that was for sure.
"Fine," I exhaustedly gave in. He cheered. "If I can wear you jacket."
He gave me a look and reluctantly shrugged off the jacket, handing it over. I slipped it over my own shoulders.
About that time, knocking at the door let us know Paul was ready, and had probably been waiting on us, as usual.
I opened the door and let him in. "We're almost done, I swear." I walked over to grab my purse from the nightstand.
I felt eyes lingering on me. I turned back around to find Paul still staring at me. I gave him a look that asked, "What?".
"Kat, wear are your clothes?"
I wrapped my arms around myself self-consciously. "Shawn, I told you this costume was a bad idea. I'm changing."
Shawn rushed over to stop me, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to stay where I was. "No, no, no, no. Paul, will you please tell Kat how amazing she looks?" I could practically feel the pain from the death glare I knew he was giving him.
"Oh, um, yeah! He's right. You, uh, you look hot."
"Thank you. See?" Shawn grinned.
"I don't know..." I bit down on my lower lip, thinking about it.
"C'mon, Kat, you look great. I was just a little surprised to see you in a costume like that," Paul tried to retract his original thoughts. "I am not waiting on the two of you for another hour," he insisted. "Let's go."
I sighed. Fine. I would make it through one night in the oufit. It couldn't be too bad, right?
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We were fashionably late, per the norm for us. No one really seemed to mind. The house was filled with people I didn't know and faces I maybe recognized. Shawn seemed to know most of them. Or maybe he was just being talkative and chatting up strangers. I don't know; it could go either way with him.
The thing was, we weren't exactly well-liked. I couldn't figure out how we kept getting invited to these things.
I was more comfortable there than the first party I'd been to with Shawn and Paul. I at least had a general idea of what to expect. Of course, with Shawn, you can never really set up expectations, because you never know what he might do.
Shawn offered to get us drinks. Paul just shook his head. I shrugged, telling him to get me anything.
I turned to Paul once Shawn was out of sight. "So what are you supposed to be?" I asked, refering to his costume.
Paul smirked at me, seemingly glad I asked. "I'm Terra Ryzing."
I burst out laughing. "You've got to be shitting me." Terra Ryzing was Paul's gimmick back in his original WCW days... Basically, Paul came as himself. Now, why couldn't I have done that?
I was still trying to stop giggling when Shawn brought me my drink. I took a sip and nearly gagged.
I am not the best at masking my facial expressions, unfortunately.
Shawn chuckled at me. "You don't like it."
I shook my head. "No, thank you." I handed it back to him. I didn't know what it was, but it wasn't pleasant.
"Alright, I'll go get you a margarita or something," he told me.
I nodded. "Sounds good." He walked away.
Paul looked down at me with an eyebrow raised. "Do you even know what a margarita is?"
"No clue," I admitted.
Paul laughed at me. "You just can't say no to him."
I was a bit offended by that comment. "Yes I can!"
"Then why are you wearing that outfit?" he questioned.
I stood up a little straighter. "I happen to be a decent-looking young woman, and if I want to look appealing, I can," I defended.
"Then why are you wearing the jacket?"
I looked down at myself, then back up at Paul. I happen to be the type of person who, when told I can't do something, it just makes me want to do it more. So I took off the jacket.
"You know what? I don't need this," I told him smugly. I considered it a win.
He didn't say anything as Shawn found his way back to us. I handed Shawn the jacket as he handed me the glass.
"Really?" His eyes lit up. When I confirmed, he got all excited and even gave me a quick kiss. I wasn't exctly sure why he was so hyped, but I let it happen.
I gave Paul a victorious smirk, but he just rolled his eyes at me. I could see the amused smile tugging at his lips, though.
I took a drink. It was leagues better than the other.
Before I knew it, Shawn had a firm grip on my waist and was leading me around. He made sure to tell everyone all about me and how I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. I couldn't help but grin when he got to that part. I loved him so much.
As the night went on, I remembered less and less. Somehow my glass kept getting refilled, but I don't think I was ever the one filling it.
At some point, we met a girl who was wearing pretty much the exact same outfit as I was. I got a picture with her, I think. I don't even know her name.
For a couple hours we sat around a card table as Shawn and several others played. I sat on Shawn's lap, my arms around his neck and my head laying tiredly on his shoulder. I was not the only girl in this position around the table. I might have fallen asleep for a while.
I drank more than my fill. Everyone did. Shawn especially. Things got less and less clear as the night went on.
I remember dancing with Shawn for a while. Not nice dancing, either. I was getting down. His hands were on my waist, mine were around his neck, and they didn't stay there.
I was a big hit with everyone, just like Shawn said I would be. I was called "beautiful", "hot", and probably a dozen other things. Shawn was told he was a lucky man more times than I could count.
My boyfriend decked one man after he got a little too close to me. I guess there was a fine line for Shawn between being proud of me and being protective of me.
Beyond that, I wouldn't remember much else from the party. It was all a hazy mess.
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Paul's POV
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I ended up having to do clean up, packing the idiots in the car. Kat was easy, it didn't take much persuading or dragging to get her buckled in. Shawn was the problem. Shawn was always the problem.
Getting them to their room was worse, somehow. They were stumbling all over the place, drunk out of their minds. They were trying to lean on eachother, which wasn't helping anything.
Once we were on the right floor, I had to physically move them apart, because they were trying to tear eachother's clothes off. Jesus, at least wait until they're in their room.
I didn't care what they did after I shit them in their hotel room. It was no longer my problem. I just felt bad for the people in the rooms on either side of them.
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-A/N-
WOW, okay, so this is the latest a chapter has ever been. In my defense, procrastination is a hell of a drug. I'm going to catch up this weekend, so we hopefully won't have to repeat this for a while lmao. I'm sorry.