"Hey," Stacy said, opening the door between her room and Jeff's. "Kurt
asked me to spend a couple hours with Mackenzie tonight, if you want to
come."
"Okay," Jeff said.
"I was thinking of picking up some Chinese food on the way back from the show and renting a Disney movie or something," Stacy said, pulling a mini- skirt out of her suitcase.
"What's that for?" Jeff asked, taking the skirt out of her hands.
"The show," Stacy said. "I was thinking of that and a black halter."
"And you're going out to the ring tonight?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah," Stacy said.
"In that?" Jeff asked.
"I'm not in a match," Stacy said.
"Not my point," Jeff said.
"Jeff," Stacy sighed. "I have great legs. I show them off. I've worked as hard on my legs as Hunter has worked on his muscles or any of the other guys."
"Still," Jeff insisted. "There's this image you put off when you wear these things."
"What?" Stacy asked. "That I'm sexy?"
"Well, yeah,' Jeff said.
"I am sexy Jeff," Stacy said.
"No arguments here," Jeff said. "But, it's more than that."
"You're saying I'm a slut," Stacy said evenly.
"No!" Jeff exclaimed. "I don't think you are, but it's kind of an easy conclusion to jump to from your clothes."
"Almost logical, huh?" Stacy asked.
"No, it's completely illogical," Jeff said. "You should be able to wear whatever you and want and not have people make assumptions."
"Like assumptions that you're completely crazy because of the stuff you wear?" Stacy asked.
"Something like that," Jeff said.
"People are going to make assumptions," Stacy said, continuing to pack the bag she would take to the arena in about an hour. "I don't let them bother me. It's kind of the downside of being pretty. People get jealous a little more easily."
"I guess so," Jeff said.
"Do you talk to Trish about this stuff?" Stacy asked.
"Yeah," Jeff said. "Except Trish's motives for wearing revealing clothes seem to be different than yours."
"And what are mine exactly?" Stacy asked.
"You're proud of your body and you don't mind showing it off," Jeff said.
"So we do understand each other," Stacy said, smiling at Jeff.
"I guess so," Jeff answered. "With Trish, she wore that stuff because she thought it was expected of her."
"Really?" Stacy asked.
"Yeah," Jeff said. "Trish hasn't always had so much self-confidence. Sometimes I wonder if she really has any still."
"You're a good friend Jeff," Stacy said, looking at him in approval.
"Jeff!" Trish exclaimed from the doorway. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing in my room?" Stacy asked.
"It's a double Stacy," Trish said. "Someone decided to book us in the same room."
"What the hell?" Stacy asked irritably.
"Don't worry Stacy," Trish said mildly. "I'll stay out of your hair. I'm going out with Torrie and Lillian tonight, I'll be back late and I'll just go straight to sleep."
"I intend to be out for awhile tonight too," Stacy said.
"That doesn't answer why you're here," Trish said to Jeff, throwing her suitcase on her bed.
"I'm in the adjoining room," Jeff said.
"Oh," Trish said. "Lucky you."
"If you two keep me up fighting tonight, I'll come over here and kick both of your asses," Jeff teased.
"And I thought you were a Southern gentleman," Stacy teased.
"You thought wrong," Jeff said. "When it comes to my sleep, I'm a caveman."
Trish watched Jeff and Stacy continue to hurl insults and exchange banter with each other. But there was no malice or dislike in it. It shocked her to realize that Jeff seemed to be enjoying Stacy's company. And Stacy seemed pretty comfortable with Jeff too.
Trish shook her head as she started searching through her bag for ring wear. She would just have to get to the bottom of Jeff and Stacy later.
*
Trish tossed in her bed. By all rights, she should be dead asleep. She had danced for hours and had a couple drinks, just enough to make her tipsy. But she couldn't seem to sleep.
Stacy hadn't been back when Trish had come back to the room after one. Trish looked at the clock on the bedstand, it was after two. She gave into the worry that she had been feeling and went to knock on the room to the adjoining room.
There was no answer.
Trish went back to her bed, wondering why she was even worrying about Stacy. Stacy could be sleeping somewhere else for all Trish knew.
She heard Jeff's door open and close.
"I can't believe he let us just sleep," Trish heard a female voice said.
"I know," Jeff said. "I hope Trish wasn't worried."
"Why would Trish worry?" Stacy asked. "She doesn't like me."
"Trish is a good person Stacy," Jeff said.
"That's what you keep telling me," Stacy said.
"It's true," Jeff said.
"I'll believe it when I see it," Stacy replied.
"You would if you would let yourself see it," Jeff said.
"Do you think she sees me as a good person?" Stacy asked.
"If you opened yourself up a little more, she would," Jeff said.
"Why does it have to be me?" Stacy asked.
"I guess it doesn't have to be," Jeff said.
"Look, I'm tired," Stacy said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, night Stacy," Jeff said.
"Night Jeff," Stacy said. She crept into her room from Jeff's room and grabbed her pajamas and went to the bathroom t change, hoping not disturb Trish.
"Okay," Jeff said.
"I was thinking of picking up some Chinese food on the way back from the show and renting a Disney movie or something," Stacy said, pulling a mini- skirt out of her suitcase.
"What's that for?" Jeff asked, taking the skirt out of her hands.
"The show," Stacy said. "I was thinking of that and a black halter."
"And you're going out to the ring tonight?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah," Stacy said.
"In that?" Jeff asked.
"I'm not in a match," Stacy said.
"Not my point," Jeff said.
"Jeff," Stacy sighed. "I have great legs. I show them off. I've worked as hard on my legs as Hunter has worked on his muscles or any of the other guys."
"Still," Jeff insisted. "There's this image you put off when you wear these things."
"What?" Stacy asked. "That I'm sexy?"
"Well, yeah,' Jeff said.
"I am sexy Jeff," Stacy said.
"No arguments here," Jeff said. "But, it's more than that."
"You're saying I'm a slut," Stacy said evenly.
"No!" Jeff exclaimed. "I don't think you are, but it's kind of an easy conclusion to jump to from your clothes."
"Almost logical, huh?" Stacy asked.
"No, it's completely illogical," Jeff said. "You should be able to wear whatever you and want and not have people make assumptions."
"Like assumptions that you're completely crazy because of the stuff you wear?" Stacy asked.
"Something like that," Jeff said.
"People are going to make assumptions," Stacy said, continuing to pack the bag she would take to the arena in about an hour. "I don't let them bother me. It's kind of the downside of being pretty. People get jealous a little more easily."
"I guess so," Jeff said.
"Do you talk to Trish about this stuff?" Stacy asked.
"Yeah," Jeff said. "Except Trish's motives for wearing revealing clothes seem to be different than yours."
"And what are mine exactly?" Stacy asked.
"You're proud of your body and you don't mind showing it off," Jeff said.
"So we do understand each other," Stacy said, smiling at Jeff.
"I guess so," Jeff answered. "With Trish, she wore that stuff because she thought it was expected of her."
"Really?" Stacy asked.
"Yeah," Jeff said. "Trish hasn't always had so much self-confidence. Sometimes I wonder if she really has any still."
"You're a good friend Jeff," Stacy said, looking at him in approval.
"Jeff!" Trish exclaimed from the doorway. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing in my room?" Stacy asked.
"It's a double Stacy," Trish said. "Someone decided to book us in the same room."
"What the hell?" Stacy asked irritably.
"Don't worry Stacy," Trish said mildly. "I'll stay out of your hair. I'm going out with Torrie and Lillian tonight, I'll be back late and I'll just go straight to sleep."
"I intend to be out for awhile tonight too," Stacy said.
"That doesn't answer why you're here," Trish said to Jeff, throwing her suitcase on her bed.
"I'm in the adjoining room," Jeff said.
"Oh," Trish said. "Lucky you."
"If you two keep me up fighting tonight, I'll come over here and kick both of your asses," Jeff teased.
"And I thought you were a Southern gentleman," Stacy teased.
"You thought wrong," Jeff said. "When it comes to my sleep, I'm a caveman."
Trish watched Jeff and Stacy continue to hurl insults and exchange banter with each other. But there was no malice or dislike in it. It shocked her to realize that Jeff seemed to be enjoying Stacy's company. And Stacy seemed pretty comfortable with Jeff too.
Trish shook her head as she started searching through her bag for ring wear. She would just have to get to the bottom of Jeff and Stacy later.
*
Trish tossed in her bed. By all rights, she should be dead asleep. She had danced for hours and had a couple drinks, just enough to make her tipsy. But she couldn't seem to sleep.
Stacy hadn't been back when Trish had come back to the room after one. Trish looked at the clock on the bedstand, it was after two. She gave into the worry that she had been feeling and went to knock on the room to the adjoining room.
There was no answer.
Trish went back to her bed, wondering why she was even worrying about Stacy. Stacy could be sleeping somewhere else for all Trish knew.
She heard Jeff's door open and close.
"I can't believe he let us just sleep," Trish heard a female voice said.
"I know," Jeff said. "I hope Trish wasn't worried."
"Why would Trish worry?" Stacy asked. "She doesn't like me."
"Trish is a good person Stacy," Jeff said.
"That's what you keep telling me," Stacy said.
"It's true," Jeff said.
"I'll believe it when I see it," Stacy replied.
"You would if you would let yourself see it," Jeff said.
"Do you think she sees me as a good person?" Stacy asked.
"If you opened yourself up a little more, she would," Jeff said.
"Why does it have to be me?" Stacy asked.
"I guess it doesn't have to be," Jeff said.
"Look, I'm tired," Stacy said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, night Stacy," Jeff said.
"Night Jeff," Stacy said. She crept into her room from Jeff's room and grabbed her pajamas and went to the bathroom t change, hoping not disturb Trish.