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Her head was killing her and she felt like there was a tiny gun going off inside of it over and over again. She really shouldn't have drank so much, she swore she was only going to have a couple of drinks and before she knew what was happening anyone and everyone was buying her shot after shot. They kept telling her that since it was her first night back that she had to stay and party with them, that it was mandatory to celebrate because it was after all a momentous occasion.

All she really remembered was the liquor flowing like water, doing upside down margarita's with Mickie and Randy dancing around the bar with a bottle of Patron in each hand...then nothing.

Amy opened her eyes halfway, unable to open them fully due to the bright light flooding in through the window. It was scorching her face making it impossible to see clearly and somehow making her head pound even harder.

Groaning she sat up in the large bed and tried her best to look around the room. And the more she saw the quicker it was becoming apparent to her that this wasn't her apartment. Her palms found her eyes rubbing them ferociously so she could get a better look at her surroundings and it didn't take long for her to come to the conclusion that she was in a hotel room.

But why? She didn't need a hotel room...her surprise return had been at the annual draft show which this year was right here in Atlanta, which was where she oh so conveniently resided. She should be in her own bed right now, why was she here?

Kicking a leg out from under the crisp sheets she attempted to get up, it was only then that she realised that she wasn't wearing any clothes...she was in fact naked as the day god made her.

"Oh fuck," She said aloud, clutching the blankets back up around her to shield her body. She was naked and she wasn't in her own bed...this could only mean one thing. And suddenly her mind flashed with images of her body entwined with another, her hand roaming over his back and his face buried into her neck. She could only hope they were false memories.

Just then a blonde head peaked around the corner, and smiled at her, "I thought I heard you moving..good morning."

Shock washed over her face, "Uh...good morning." She repeated, unsure of what else to possibly say in the awkwardness of the situation. The red head stood up, making sure that the bed clothes were still covering her, "Listen," She began nervously, "we didn't um...you know...do anything last night...did we?"

His smile instantly became a cocky grin, "Oh yeah..." He replied, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"I think I'm going to be sick," She shot back, pushing past him to get into the bathroom.

A laugh rolled of of his lips, "That's not what you were saying last night Amy, it was more along the lines of 'Don't stop, for the love of god, don't stop Chris.' "

"You're an ass hole you know that right?"

The Canadian folded his arms over his chest and winked,"I know...but you love it."

Amy groaned, "Oh you are one person I most certainly didn't miss..." She said through gritted teeth.

"Well I'm the one who was next to you this morning."

She flipped him the bird, "Don't remind me."

Another wicked smile was sent in her direction, "Well I most certainly don't plan on letting you forget any time soon."

Her head leaned over the toilet as the contents of her stomach rose up, "Go to hell Chris."

"It appears that you're already in it."