Chapter 52: Reprocussion [sic] Discussion (Part I)

Sorry, sorry, sorry for the delay, ladies and gents. Busy with junk and stuff. Hope the marvelous stupidity of Chris' inner monologue in this chapter will make up for the lateness.

Enjoy!

Chapter 52: Reprocussion [sic] Discussion (Part I)

Justina cuddled closer to Chris and smiled. He ran his fingers through her curls and kissed her head.

“That was …”

“Phenomenal,” he finished.

“Mmm.”

“But … back to reality. What are you doing in my hotel room, Foss?”

“Your hotel room? This is my hotel room.” [cue the wacky hijinx music]

“How? This wing is for WCW employees.” [they have their own wing now? Oh, whatever.]

“Your point being ...?”

“What, you got a job here?”

“You betcha. And Felicia Baigen showed me to this room.”

“Who?”

“I think she’s like some executive assistant or something. She’s got all of the paperwork and reservation thingies if you don’t believe me.”

“Course I believe you. Guess there was just a mix up. So what’re you doing here? Seamstress?”

“Tailor,” she corrected. [ah yes. That sounds much more believable.]

“Ah.” He turned his head and looked at her, eyes flashing.

“I know that twinkle.”

“Do you?” He grinned.

“Don’t you ever run out of energy?”

“Not with someone like you. Just watching you blink is sexy.”

She fluttered here eyelids in response.

“Oh baby.”

Hours later [hours? Dang.], Justina’s red head settled into the crook of his elbow as she slept peacefully [wait, what time is it anyway?]. Chris’ temporary brain fog had dissolved. Reality bit into him like a gust of winter. This woman lying next to him was not Angel. [duh. You just had sex with her. Wasn’t that clue #1?] He had just spent the last six hours releasing all his sexual frustration [eew?] on someone who was not Angel [hence the frustration, no?]. It was not their long-awaited wedding night; it was a week after he had dumped her. And this woman was not Angel. Chris closed his eyes and tried to convince himself otherwise. He was at Angel’s hosue and they had fallen asleep watching TV [naked?]. What had they been watching? The Pelican Brief. But it had gotten boring and … oh, to hell with it. It was no use. He could not pretend that the floor to the left of the bed wasn’t littered with their clothes, that the sheets weren’t tangled around his ankles, or that the woman next to him wasn’t anyone but Angel. [wait, did that last part make sense?]

How could this have happened? He hadn’t seen Justina in 10 years. How could he have had sex with her 10 minutes after meeting her again [maybe it was the lavender negligee]. Where had been his self-control? The truth was, he hadn’t even thought for a second about Angel [congratulations, Chris. Congratulations]. Maybe what had just happened was a sign of some sort. Maybe it was time to move on.

Chris heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. He was in a mess. He felt like he had cheated on Angel and they weren’t even technically still going out. Well … she had kissed Dustin Rhodes. But Chris had done much more than just kiss Justina. Should he tell Angel? Did it even matter? It would kill her.

This week without her had been torture for Chris. Was he just using Justina to escape his troubles? What did he feel for her? He had truly loved her in College, but what about now? [uhm, you just ran into her six hours ago. Chill.] Maybe she was a totally different person. He had changed quite a bit. He remembered the way they had been. They shared an English Lit class in their Freshman years at Edmonton University. He perfectly recalled the first day he had caught eyes with her ...

NOTES:

1) I swear I wrote this long before the “we were on a break” Ross and Rachel drama that ate Friends.

2) That’s nice. So women can either be nurses, airheads, vindictive bitches, or seamstresses. Excuse me … tailors.

COMING UP NEXT:

Chris waxes nostalgic about his relationship with Justina. I try to be a Serious Author by using Extensive Descriptions of, like, the moon and stuff. And I mention a beloved television commercial icon from the 80's. BUT WHICH ONE? That's right, folks. It's another UNABASHEDLY BAD CONTEST. The prize: a wrestling VHS from my personal collection. You know you want one. Leave your guesses in the comments section! And join us next week for ...

Chapter 52: Reprocussion [sic] Discussion (Part I)