Hello. LONG time no see. This is a co-written fic with Marty.
Pairing: Charlotte/Sasha Banks (Charlasha)
This is Chapter 1, Hope you enjoy.
A fucking suicide dive off the top of a steel cage... What was she thinking? She's never tried anything like that before; she could have very well broken her neck. Charlotte made her way to the trainer's room to see Sasha lying down on a table wincing as she lifted up her shoulder and arm. "Looks like we're going to have to take an x-ray," said Dr Samuels. "I'll make an appointment for tomorrow at 9 am". Sasha nodded solemnly. "Hopefully there is no severe damage but I want you to keep icing it through the night."
"Okay doc will do." Sasha replied as he stepped away to start her paper work. Sasha looked up to see Charlotte glaring at her. "What?"
"How can you be so stupid!" Charlotte exclaimed.
"What now..." Sasha sighed as she placed the ice pack back on her shoulders as she slowly sat up.
"What do you mean 'what now'?" Charlotte seethed as she marched over to stand in front of Sasha. "We didn't go over you doing anything like that and I look up and then boom."
"Calm down Char it wasn't that bad." Sasha insisted as she tried to put her hands out in front of her yet again wincing.
Charlotte leaned down and looked her in the eyes. "What do you mean it wasn't that bad?" Charlotte retorted as gesture to Sasha's current condition. "I saw how you landed on your shoulder and neck."
"It wasn't. You're fine." Sasha replied, her voice sounding raw, pain evident on her face. Her shoulder was killing her but probably not as bad as her head and neck was.
When Sasha did the suicide dive from the cage Charlotte was nowhere near close enough for her to make that move connect, Charlotte practically had to run to catch the young Boston native to stop her from nearly killing herself in the process.
Sasha blinked slowly as Charlotte's angry face came into view, glaring at the trainer. "Can we have a moment please?" Charlotte damn near snarled as the trainer threw his hands up but left anyways.
Once they were completely alone, Sasha forced her eyes open despite the dizziness, pain and light-headedness that over took her. "Can I help you? Why do you care? Why are you even here?!" Sasha tried for angry but she was in too much pain and all that came out was a pained whimper that only seemed to piss off the tall blonde even more so.
"I can't believe how selfish and irresponsible you are!" Charlotte seethed. She was looking at the younger woman with anger written on her face but concern inside her heart. Yeah concern because Sasha is in pain and the thoughts of how worse it could have been or even how worse it can still be are whirling around in her head. Oh how worse indeed. But she can't let Sasha know the extent of her why she cares so much.
"I'm just here to let you know how stupid that was I mean, what if you died?" Charlotte replied and Sasha could swear she saw a glimpse of something in Charlotte's eyes but it was gone just as quick. "I would have had to go the rest of my career as the women who killed Sasha Banks. I don't need you tarnishing my Hall of Fame chances sweetie."
Sasha just rolled her eyes. Of course that's why Charlotte's here. She's only ever concerned about herself and her image all others be damned. "Well as you can see I'm not dead. No need to worry about that over shadowing your pristine little career."
"Well good I guess I can go then." Charlotte said crossing her arms and looking downward as she started to make her way out
"Yeah bye bye." Sasha sassed as she motioned to the door.
Charlotte got to the threshold and all she had to do was keep going and leave the fuchsia hair colored women to her own devices. But instead she turned back around. "Sasha..."
"Look. I'm hurt and I don't need your attitude so bye." Sasha told the blonde who bit her bottom in an attempt to hide her concern for the other woman.
"Fine Sasha. I'm leaving. My fucking pleasure!" Charlotte shouted as she left just as the doc was about to step back inside.
"Hang around." He told her as Charlotte nodded her head. Charlotte couldn't bring herself to fully leave anyways so she stayed by the door, eavesdropping on Sasha and the Doctor's conversation.
"Okay Sasha. You have a concussion so you know you cannot be alone tonight." The doctor explained.
"Won't be the first time, probably not my last time either. I'll be fine." Sasha replied softly.
"I'll watch over her." Charlotte spoke softly, keeping the tone of pure annoyance mostly aimed at Sasha's devil may care attitude.
"That won't be necessary sweetie, but thank you." Sasha sassed as her head was pounding relentlessly, trying not to let it show too much.
"It's too bad Sasha. Doctor's orders. I could always move to have you removed from the rest of the tour due to injury. Instead you're looking at your new travel buddy until further notice." Doctor Samuel replied keeping a firm even tone as Charlotte tried to hide her smirk.
"You're only 24 years old Sasha. I don't want to see your career ended before it even gets started." He finished as he handed Charlotte her paperwork, explaining that she has a Dr's appointment in the morning at 9 am but to be there 15 minutes early.
"Okay." Charlotte agreed.
"Tonight, wake her up every hour on the hour to check on her because she is concussed." He explained as Charlotte nodded her head.
Sasha said nothing as the doctor cleaned up and dismissed her. She stood up, saying nothing to Charlotte as she walked unsteady on her own feet to the Women's locker room, just wanting this nightmare to be over with.
Charlotte followed behind her and when they got to the locker room Charlotte quickly gathered her things. Then she went over to Sasha who was stuffing things into her bag with her good arm. When she tried to pick it up Charlotte could see Sasha was struggling.
"Here let me help you," Charlotte asked as she reached forward.
"Your help wasn't needed or asked for!" Sasha snapped as she pulled the bag to her chest. She tried to pick it up with her good arm but the pain in her neck had her wincing.
"Well too bad you're getting it anyway." Charlotte retorted as she grabbed the bag from Sasha. She put her bag on one shoulder and Sasha's on the other.
Sasha tried to grab her bag back but Charlotte side stepped her. "You want to be Ms. Helpful all of a sudden?" Sasha scoffed as she looked Charlotte up and down.
"We don't have time for any of this. You have an appointment in the morning and we need to get to the hotel so you can sleep." Charlotte insisted as she motioned to the door way.
"Fine whatever." Sasha grumbled as she pushed passed Charlotte to make their way to the parking lot. She just didn't understand why Charlotte wanted to help her. No doubt there must be something in it for her because Charlotte Flair doesn't do anything from the kindness of her heart.
They made their way to Charlotte's rental car; Sasha having gotten to the arena earlier by carpooling with the New Day. Charlotte unlocked the car and put the bags in the trunk. She unlocked the doors and they got in and sat down wordlessly. Charlotte just started the car and started to make their way to their destination. Charlotte glanced at Sasha from time to time but the younger women payed her no mind as she looked out the window.
Sasha ignored Charlotte the entire drive to the hotel, leaving them in an awkward silence. When Charlotte pulled up to the hotel, she pulled into valet parking, putting the SUV in park and shutting off the engine.
Sasha wordlessly climbed out of the car as Charlotte again insisted on carrying her bags. So Sasha tipped the valet parking attendants and grabbed their ticket much to Charlotte's annoyance.
"I could've got that." Charlotte spoke up as Sasha rolled her eyes.
"I'm tired and I'm done arguing with you over everything." Sasha replied as she followed Charlotte to the front desk to get their reserved room. Charlotte paid and got their keycards, leading Sasha to the elevator.
Once they reached their room, Charlotte turned on the lights and sat everything down. She heard Sasha close the door behind her.
Charlotte was digging for her sleep wear when Sasha exclaimed "Oh hell no! This is so not happening."
"What's wrong now?" Charlotte asked absent-mindedly, not bothering to turn around.
"One bed?" Sasha gestured wildly with her good arm.
"It's a queen. You're tiny. I'm not very big so what's the problem?" Charlotte grumbled in annoyance.
"I don't care. Us sharing a bed isn't happening. I'll sleep on the couch before I share a bed with you." Sasha hissed back venomously as Charlotte turned to face the younger woman.
"It was supposed to be my room. I didn't expect that you would try to kamikaze your way off the cage..." Charlotte pointed out blankly.
Sasha said nothing and Charlotte continued to grab her sleep clothes and shower essentials. Sasha growled as she got her night clothes together for her own shower.
"I'm still not sharing a bed with you." Sasha snapped as Charlotte stepped out of her way so she could shower.
Sasha locked the door behind her but Charlotte pounding on the door had her quickly opening it.
"NO locked doors." Charlotte told her firmly.
Sasha scoffed as she stared up at the tall blonde. "Why not?" She asked, letting her disdain show.
"Because. You have a concussion, Sasha. If you fall out, I can't get to you as fast as I need to." Charlotte explained keeping a firm tone with the younger woman.
"Fine!" Sasha relented allowing Charlotte to crack the door as she struggled to undress. She struggled through her shower but managed; however getting dressed and brushing her hair proved to be a whole other monster.
Sasha with tears of frustration in her eyes finally gave in. "C-Charlotte?" She called meekly, her head hung low in defeat.
"Yeah?" Charlotte responded as she quickly made her way over to the bathroom door.
"I, um need some help..." Sasha confessed. Charlotte opened the bathroom door fully to see Sasha in her underwear with her shirt half on with her good arm sticking straight in the air. It was quite a sight but Charlotte didn't comment on it.
"No problem Sasha that's what I'm here for." Charlotte replied as she came into the bathroom. Charlotte gently slid Sasha's shirt down before holding open her sleep shorts for her to step into. Sasha put her good hand to rest on Charlotte's very firm shoulder for balance as the blonde pulled her shorts up.
With Sasha fully dressed Charlotte then grabbed a brush. Taking Sasha's hair out of its ponytail she took long firm strokes brushing out all the kinks. Sasha made a small hum of appreciation which had Charlotte smiling. A few more strokes and Charlotte tied Sasha's hair back up. "There you go." Charlotte finished softly.
Sasha looked at herself in the mirror seeing everything in its proper place. "Thank you." Sasha mumbled.
"My pleasure," Charlotte smiled. Sasha left the bathroom and made her way over to the couch. But Charlotte was not having that. "No not there you're taking the bed," she demanded.
She was not about to let Sasha sleep on a freaking couch in her condition. She'd be in constant pain all night. "But I already told you I-" Sasha started.
"I'll take the couch okay." Charlotte interjected as she grabbed her sleep wear. "Just try to get some rest I still have to wake you up every hour."
"Okay." Sasha said simply as she walked over to the bed and laid herself down. Charlotte gave her a small smile making sure Sasha was comfortable in bed, before going off to take her shower. Sasha sighed, she was going to hate being woken up every hour, but the fact that Charlotte actually gave her the bed really surprised her. She wasn't quite used to seeing this side of the queen.
Sasha frowned feeling like a total brat since she took the risk and now Charlotte had to pay for it with her bed, a good night's sleep and the whole afternoon getting her to and from doctor's appointments. Charlotte wasn't exactly a small woman, yet she was gonna brave "sleeping" on this tiny ass couch so Sasha's tiny body could take the massive bed to herself.
Sasha frowned. It didn't feel right. She got off the bed and sat on the couch, groaning in agony as she attempted to lay back to relax to no avail. She heard the shower shut off as she thought about the Women's Champion sleeping on a couch in a suite she paid for, and it wasn't right.
After Charlotte showered and got ready for bed she stepped out to see Sasha sitting on the couch looking conflicted.
"Whatcha doing? You should be in bed, asleep. You gotta be up in the morning." Charlotte spoke softly as she stopped in front of Sasha. Sasha stood up on wobbly legs and pushed Charlotte to the bed.
"It's your room. Your bed. You take it." Sasha spoke firmly as Charlotte shook her head 'no'.
"Absolutely not, Sasha I don't care about that. You're injured-" Charlotte started but Sasha cut her off.
"By a stupid risk that I took on my own!" Sasha growled but Charlotte kept her composure and simply scooped the smaller woman right off her feet and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently as possible so as not to hurt her any further.
"Then here we are back at square one. You don't want me to sleep on the couch and you're definitely not sleeping on the couch in your current condition. So we can share." Charlotte told her as she slid in behind her on the bed.
Sasha crossed her arms and mumbled softly "Fine. Don't fucking spoon me." Before she turned and made herself comfortable. Sasha didn't realize that she'd dozed off until she felt a hand shaking her gently.
"Sasha. Sasha hon... wake up. Talk to me." Charlotte cooed softly as Sasha snapped. "I'm fine! I'm alive unfortunately now let me fucking sleep."
"My pleasure..." Charlotte mumbled back. Sometime along the second hour, Sasha had snuggled up to Charlotte, her head resting on Charlotte's chest and, her arms around her middle, face buried in her neck, softly snoring. Charlotte hated to admit that she wouldn't mind if all her nights were spent with the younger woman curled up in her arms and she hated having to wake her up.
Who knew Sasha Banks was a cuddler? Even if she hated it she had to wake Sasha up again. "C'mon Sasha you have to wake up again." Charlotte spoke softly into her ear.
"Don't want to… feel too comfy." Sasha mumbled as she clung to Charlotte closer.
Sasha had been in a deep sleep so Charlotte was gonna chalk that up to the reason Sasha didn't seem to mind their closeness. Moments later Sasha was lightly snoring with her legs tangled up within Charlotte's. Charlotte couldn't help but enjoy this feeling. Sure they'd been close having fought in the ring many times but they'd never had this level of intimacy before.
Charlotte continued to do as the doctor instructed and woke Sasha up every hour. Every time Charlotte woke her she thought Sasha would finally draw attention to the position they were in. But each time Sasha would mumble nothing more than a sentence before cuddling back up to Charlotte.
Charlotte herself had gotten very little sleep last night having to wake Sasha up so frequently. But she found it was still some of the best sleep she'd gotten in a while. When she noticed the clock read 7:50 am she knew she had to wake Sasha up so they can be there early for her appointment.
"Time to get up Sasha we have to get you to your appointment." Charlotte said as she tapped upon Sasha's good shoulder.
Sasha groaned at being awakened yet again every time she got into a really good sleep Charlotte was waking her up again. "Uh fuck stupid doctors." Sasha grumbled as she opened her eyes.
She looked up to see Charlotte staring down at her with her arms wrapped around her. She also noticed her arms were doing the same. How long had they been this way? Is this why she slept as 6well as she did? Why hadn't Charlotte pushed her away? Why hadn't she pushed Charlotte away. After a moment she cleared her throat slowly pulled away. "Um, thanks Char I guess I'll go get ready." Sasha told her as she quickly made a beeline for the bathroom.
"No problem." Charlotte called out smiling. Well that is one way to wake up Charlotte surmised. After hearing Sasha struggling again with her clothes she got up to assist. "Need a little help?" she offered from the doorway.
"No." Sasha hissed shortly as she struggled to dress herself. Her head was pounding relentlessly and her shoulder ached badly. She was blushing as she recalled how comfortable she felt wrapped up in Charlotte's arms, waking up snuggled up to her chest. She'd never admit that it felt as natural as breathing to her.
Charlotte sighed and helped her anyways, making sure Sasha was completely ready to go before she got herself ready. "Let's go." Charlotte spoke as she led Sasha to the elevator.
The drive to the hospital was just as silent and awkward as the night before. It was after Charlotte had pulled into the hospital parking lot and found a parking spot; that Sasha broke the silence.
"Can we not go in there? Can we just leave?" Sasha spoke up as Charlotte glanced over at her. Sasha's good hand gripped the arm rest so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.
"No. You need to get checked out. Doctor's orders Sasha." Charlotte replied as she pulled the keys out of the ignition.
"I'm seriously okay. We just have to go." Sasha urged softly her eyes wide, but guarded.
"No, Sasha. Not happening." Charlotte cut in as Sasha interrupted with "please!"
"Why?!" Charlotte questioned as Sasha snapped "Because I'm scared! I'm scared okay..."
Well that actually threw Charlotte a bit; she didn't figure the Boss to be scared of anything. She was the one who channeled her inner Jeff Hardy in the first place. But even if Sasha was scared she still had to get checked out.
"Look I know this can be terrifying. Getting put through machines; getting all these tests done and not knowing what to expect..." Charlotte started as Sasha nodded her head in agreement. Charlotte looked right into Sasha's eyes and placed a hand on top of the other women's. "But no matter the results. I'm going to be right there with you."
Sasha took a deep breath. "Okay." she replied as she squeezed Charlotte's hand before they exited the car. Sasha paused looking up at the sign that read OrthoSports Center and Medical Tower. Her nerves were getting the best of her again and Charlotte was by her side in an instant grabbing a hold of her hand.
Sasha looked down at their intertwined hands. She may still be terrified but it was all that much better knowing she wasn't alone.
They walked into the building and went straight over to the receptionist desk. "Hi I'm Sasha Banks and I have a 9'clock appointment from Dr. Samuels."
The receptionist gave Sasha all the necessary paper work to fill out. After that they waited about ten minutes and then Sasha was called back. Dr. Andrews gave Sasha the full work up including an MRI, CAT Scan and radiology imagining.
When the doctor came back with Sasha's results it wasn't nearly as bad as they initially thought it was. It seemed that along with Sasha's concussion she had a sprained trapezius and rotator cuff. And it was estimated that she would be out 4-8 weeks.
"Thanks doctor." Sasha said sullenly after receiving the news. He left the two alone pulling the curtain back to give them privacy. Sasha looked downcast and started to fiddle with her hands. "Well nothing's broken but this still sucks. I guess that push I was going to get is out the window now."
"Hey come on now." Charlotte responded lifting Sasha's head up which made the smaller woman wince slightly. "Sorry." Charlotte quickly retracted her hand.
"It's fine." Sasha reassured her.
"Don't worry about that now. You just need to focus on coming back stronger than ever." Charlotte clarified as she rested a hand on Sasha's knee.
Sasha dropped her head in defeat as she fought to keep her emotions in check; the tears fighting to fall. "It's gonna be just fine" Charlotte spoke softly as Sasha mumbled "That's easy for you to say, you've been the Women's Champion... you are the Women's Champion. I've never held it longer than 2 weeks."
"Is that why you took that risk?" Charlotte asked feeling her temper flair up. "For a stupid title? Sasha you could've died. You could've ended your own career."
"You think I don't know that? It's sure easy to call the title stupid when it's yours isn't it? I tried to make management see I was more than just a flash in the pan, but all I did was fuck everything up." Sasha muttered softly as Charlotte silently fumed at her confession.
And awkward silence fell over them as Dr. Andrews popped back in to hand Sasha her discharge papers, along with strict instructions for no physical activity minus her physical therapy. Sasha mumbled as quiet affirmative.
While Dr. Andrews went to fax WWE Doctor's Sasha's results, Sasha and Charlotte headed to sign Sasha out, as the nurse went over the details of Sasha's upcoming physical therapy and her pain prescriptions.
Once they were done, the two left the hospital heading for the rental car. Charlotte noticed that Sasha was quiet; looking almost sad at the news she received. Charlotte herself was still fuming at the thought of Sasha putting herself purposely in harm's way just to impress WWE brass.
Just then Sasha's cell phone rang and it read "Triple H calling".
"Hello?" Sasha answered timidly as they reached the car.
"Got your results and I have a choice for you. A: you can spend your 8 weeks at home, fulfilling your rehabilitation on your neck and shoulder or B: you can still travel with us but do backstage segments or commentary." Hunter spoke as Sasha quickly replied "B. I don't want to go home."
"Okay great. We can keep your feud with Charlotte going because it was red hot. However, Dr. Samuels suggested as punishment and a precaution for your unauthorized risk, you're to travel and room exclusively with Charlotte. It's final. No arguments. No negotiations." Hunter spoke firmly laying down the law as Sasha reluctantly agreed to the terms. Charlotte smirked as she overheard Hunter's ultimatum as Sasha ended the call with a few "Yes sir's".
"Didn't mean to ease drop but I guess we're roomies for a while." Charlotte chimed in as she pressed a button unlocking the car.
Sasha looked over at Charlotte over the roof of the car. "Yeah I guess we are." Sasha replied as she opened the door and got inside. The doctor thought that putting her and Charlotte together would be a punishment, but Sasha wasn't really seeing it like that. Especially with how sweet and caring Charlotte had been lately. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it really.
Charlotte had to wipe the smirk off her face before getting into the car. She'd enjoyed getting to spend all this time with Sasha and the knowledge it wasn't over had her ecstatic. Charlotte was going to do her best to ensure Sasha's speedy recovery. She glanced over and saw that Sasha still looked kind of down.
"You know I saw an IHOP on the way here. How about we get some breakfast?" Charlotte offered as she stated up the car.
"Yeah that sounds good." Sasha agreed since she was starving because they came straight to the hotel last night without grabbing any dinner.
Charlotte got them to the restaurant in great time. The waitress took their orders, regular pancakes for Sasha and blueberry for Charlotte; both getting eggs, sausage and orange juice.
Sasha practically inhaled the food when it arrived. Even making appreciative moaning sounds as she bit into her food. Charlotte just stared at her smiling.
"What?" Sasha questioned after taking a drink of her juice and noticed Charlotte was watching her.
"Nothing." Charlotte smirked before taking a bite of her egg.
Sasha just playfully rolled her eyes before taking another bite of her pancake. Soon they were finished and Charlotte was going into her pocket to pay for their meal. "I've got this."
"You don't need to pay for my meal," Sasha protested. She had already done so much for her. When was Charlotte going to realize that she wasn't her responsibility?
"I insist. Sit your ass down." Charlotte ordered playfully as she handed her debit card to the passing waitress along with their check. Sasha was glaring daggers at Charlotte; if looks could kill then Charlotte would be pushing up daisies right about now.
"You didn't have to do that. I'm a grown ass woman. I can get my own check." Sasha argued but Charlotte only smirked as the waitress brought her receipt and debit card back to her, thanking Charlotte and Sasha for stopping in.
Charlotte didn't reply to Sasha until they were in the rental car and back on the road to their hotel room. There was no show and they didn't have to leave until Thursday for a house show and it was Tuesday so Charlotte figured they'd hang out in the room and catch up on sleep they missed.
"I did that because I wanted to. You haven't eaten in over 24 hours because hey we used to be friends and I know you don't eat at catering. So drop it." Charlotte replied as she focused on driving. Sasha simply turned and stared out her window in some sort of silent protest.
'She's just cranky because of the lack of sleep' Charlotte thought to herself as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. Sasha ignored Charlotte all the way up to their room, as Charlotte followed behind her.
Once Charlotte had the door open, Sasha disappeared into the bedroom, kicked her shoes and socks off, struggling to pull her bed clothes back on and climbed on the bed. She closed her eyes letting the fatigue lull her into an unfulfilling slumber.
Charlotte was just going to let her rest; she made it through the night okay so a nap was well deserved. She tucked Sasha in and gathered her gym wear and headed down to the hotel's gym.
She was at the gym for a couple hours working off her large breakfast on the elliptical and then hitting the weights. When she was gone she headed back to the room to find Sasha still asleep. She looked peaceful and Charlotte was almost tempted to climb in with her after her shower.
She hopped in the tub for half an hour to soak. When she came out she saw that Sasha was still asleep which was good because she was only half dressed. She rooted around in her travel bag for her clothes. Sasha started to wake up at just that moment to see Charlotte in her underwear and bra. She was instantly awake.
Charlotte didn't seem to notice and grabbed her clothes as Sasha watched her walk away. Charlotte came out of the bathroom moments later in yoga pants and a tank top brushing her damp hair. This time she noticed Sasha was awake.
"Hey you're up." Charlotte said with a small smile as she brushes out her blonde locks.
"Yeah." Sasha said yawning and clearing her throat from sleep among other things. "I just got up, did you just come back from the gym?"
"Yeah I thought I'd let you get some rest while I went to go work off that breakfast," Charlotte replied as she grabbed a hair band from the bed stand and put her hair in a bun.
"You know you could have waited for me Charlotte." Sasha grumbled as she slowly sat up in bed. "I know I can't do my usual workout routine but I could have done something. I'm not useless."
Sasha can admit that waking up and seeing Charlotte in that state of dress had her momentarily stunned. But she was not going to forget that Charlotte had been kind of handling her with baby gloves lately.
"Woah, Sasha hold on no one is calling you useless." Charlotte clarified as she got into the bed next to Sasha. So something really is bothering her and Charlotte figured she knew what. "If this is about me assisting you with things I'm just trying to help you out. You were injured in a match with me and I can't help but feel a tad bit responsible."
"What?" Sasha blurted out.
"You got injured fighting me. If I would've moved faster and caught you... maybe at least your concussion could've been prevented." Charlotte explained as Sasha sat up in the bed.
"No. If I called the move before jumping... well. I don't need your concern and I certainly don't want to be your fucking charity case; so you can get that shit out of your pretty little head right the fuck now." Sasha snapped as she threw the covers back and got out of bed; leaving Charlotte absolutely stunned.
Sasha grabbed her clothes from earlier and left the room, quickly throwing them on; not caring how much agony she was in, she wasn't asking for Charlotte's help. She went back to the bedroom and grabbed her shoes and glasses.
"Whoa. Where do you think you're going?" Charlotte asked as she sat up.
"Out." Sasha snapped back at her as she tied her shoes.
"You're not leaving... I have to... You're not in the right frame of mind. Please..." Charlotte spoke softly but it fell on deaf ears as Sasha grabbed her phone and wallet leaving the room.
Charlotte slumped back on the bed, she knew Sasha needed space but a part of her wanted to force Sasha to lay back down and talk it over with her.
It was five drinks in that Sasha started to feel the numbness in her face. She wasn't angry anymore; it was quite the latter actually. She didn't care anymore, she felt free.
'Stupid Charlotte treating me like a child.' Sasha thought as she finished her drink and signaled the bar tender for another.
Sasha knew she was drunk, beyond drunk; she was fucked up but she felt free. She literally felt free, relaxed, without a care for anything in the world. Sasha ordered another drink, and another, feeling herself floating...
She'd never seen the appeal of getting blackout drunk but today she didn't give a fuck. She knew it wouldn't help anything... but Sasha was feeling good. Stuck in her drunken haze time flew.
Sasha was so out of it that she didn't see Emma and Dana Brooke sitting 5 tables down, gossiping over drinks; or that they had spotted her.
"Isn't Banks on Charlotte's watch?" Dana asked as she sipped her mojito.
Emma glanced up from her jack and coke and snorted. "Yes she is. What's she doing out and about without her master?" Emma commented as she kept her eyes on the former Women's Champion.
"Text Flair." Emma ordered as Dana was already messaging her. "On it." She spoke as she typed away.
"Hey boss isn't Banks on your watch?" Dana typed and hit send.
Charlotte glanced her phone grabbing it quickly as it went off, hoping it was Sasha. She'd been gone for hours! Charlotte sighed annoyed. It wasn't from Sasha, it was from Dana.
"Yes why?" She typed back and waited, holding her breath.
Dana snapped a picture of Sasha half slumped at the bar with the caption "want us to bring her to you before fugly eyeing her on the right thinks it's his Lucky day?"
Charlotte jumped up and grabbed her shoes as she pressed call.
"Hello?"
"Where is she? Where are you? I'm coming." Charlotte hissed shortly as she struggled to get her shoes on, grabbing her wallet and room key.
"Yes Ma'am. We're in the bar at the hotel." Dana replied as she sipped her drink.
Charlotte cursed and hung up on her end as she jogged to the elevator, pushing the button repeatedly.
When it finally opened Charlotte furiously pushed the button marked L. She paced the elevator and feeling like hours were going by waiting for this elevator to reach the lobby. When it finally opened she jetted towards the bar.
She spotted Emma and Dana first who simply pointed her towards the bar's counter. Charlotte sighed in relief finally seeing the younger woman with her own two eyes.
She made her way over to her. "I've been looking everywhere for you." Charlotte breathed as she stood at Sasha's side.
"Obviously you haven't been looking hard enough because I'm right here." Sasha slurred as she picked up the latest shot that some middle aged guy bought her.
Charlotte grabbed the drink from her hands and held it out of reach. "I think you've had enough."
"Don't tell me when I've had enough you're not my mother Charlotte." Sasha grumbled as she tried to reach up for the shot of Jack but promptly fell back into her stool.
"Yeah lady back off." said the middle aged guy on the other side of Sasha.
The old perv looked old enough to be Sasha's dad. He had the nerve to put his hand on Sasha's arm, to try and pull her closer to him and away from Charlotte. For some reason this pissed Charlotte off, literally seeing red.
"Sasha, we're leaving, now!" Charlotte snapped shortly.
"But I don want to…" Sasha slurred as she finished the drink in front of her.
"Too fucking bad, Banks; this isn't up for a debate." Charlotte retorted, gritting her teeth.
"Come on mom. Let her stay and have some more fun. I'm taking real good care of her I promise." The old pervert proceeded to wink at Charlotte which only served to piss her off even more. It was then that Sasha groaned in discomfort.
"Char… I don… feel so good…" Sasha mumbled clearly out of it from the copious amounts of alcohol and possibly Charlotte feared, date rape drugs. She honestly wouldn't put it past this 40 year old creep to drug Sasha with the intent to rape her.
"It's a great thing that we're leaving now then isn't it?" Charlotte spoke firmly as she paid Sasha's ridiculous tab and wrapped an arm protectively around the younger woman, as the creep protested.
"Come on. We were just having a lil fun. She's fine." He argued as Charlotte asked for security as they held the man back.
He made one last reach for Sasha and Charlotte lost it. "Back the fuck off old man!" Charlotte snarled at him before swiftly leading Sasha out of the bar to the safety of the elevator.
Once inside Charlotte held her close to her.
"Char… can I tell you a secret?" Sasha asked in an obvious slur.
"You can tell me anything, Sasha." Charlotte answered staying focused on the task at hand; getting Sasha to their room safely, which despite the situation at hand; Sasha made increasingly difficult with her 'secret'.
"Don be mad at me… but…I'm… so drunk." Sasha blurted out, snickering as if she had told the funniest joke of the year. Charlotte found it hard to hold in a laugh, but succeeded however it was impossible not to crack a grin at Sasha's drunken antics.
That was when it became obvious to her that she was in trouble. She had feelings… feelings for Sasha that ever since they parted ways in the BFFS she thought was long gone but she was wrong.
Once in the room, Charlotte tried to close the door behind them but Sasha had other ideas in that intoxicated head of hers. She shoved Charlotte against the door and raised up on her tippy toes, pulling Charlotte's head to her level, laying one on her.
It took Charlotte a moment to process the situation but Sasha was kissing her, full on kissing her, tongue and all. She could taste the alcohol on Sasha's tongue, along with the bitterness of that, was a unique flavor that just had to be Sasha.
Charlotte was in heaven. She'd dreamt of this, not quite like this but it was something. Then she remembered that Sasha was absolutely shitfaced drunk.
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