Jon
While it wasn’t a big enough of a promotion to be on the main Vegas strip, our show was in the city next to it. After two days driving, Sami and I got there the day before. Even though the motels down here were dirt cheap, we still didn’t have enough to waste on a room so like usual, we’d crash in the car.
Cleaning off at a gas station shower, we changed and decided to hit up a concert at a nearby dive bar with a few of the other guys. The place was packed. Chicks dressed like sluts. Everyone was drunk. The music was loud and the only light came from the strobe lights on stage. It was exactly why I loved Vegas.
We pushed our way through the crowd to the bar in the back grabbing a round of beers while watching the band.
“How are you up against tomorrow?”
“Gage and Egotistico. Title match.” I yelled over the noise of the crowd.
“Three way? Sickk!” Sami yelled, downing his beer.
Two girls were dancing on the pole on top of the counter, dressed in fishnets and boots, headbanging along to the music. The song ended and the band screamed something to hype up the ground. We heard the girls cheer behind us with the rest of the bar. I looked up at them, barely getting a glimpse of their faces but one of them looked familiar. She laughed and lost her footing but rather than busting her ass, she almost gracefully fell into the arms of some guy.
Where the fuck did I know her from?
“Shit!” The blonde girl still dancing yelled. “You okay?”
The girl didn’t answer, opting to make out with the lucky bastard while he held her up against the bar.
“Jessie! More shots!” The brunette yelled and it hit me instantly.
That voice.
I focused my eyes, trying to see through the smoke and lights. Her green eyes opened and locked on mine, a smirk place on her lips as she caught the guys bottom lip between her teeth tugging it as he groaned.
It was her.
The girl from the bar.
No fucking way. She wasn’t getting away from me this time.
I grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt, throwing him to the ground off of her. I knew my boys would have my back so there was no need to pay him any mind. Instead, I placed my hands on the bar top on either side of her. Like a cornered animal, I had her.
“I’m Jon Moxley. Hi.” I said, closer to her face so she could hear me.
Unphased by the display, she rested her elbows against the bar, leaning back as she licked her lips.
“Hi Jon Moxley.” She replied, looking me up and down as hunger danced behind her eyes.
Unlike I’d imagined this going, she wasn’t a cornered animal, this is exactly where she wanted to be.
“You remember me? Last time we met – you told me if our destiny brought us together again – you’d tell me your name.”
She laughed as her eyes wandered over me. “You’re the wrestling kid with the fucked up back.”
“I ain’t no kid, babe. All man here.” I replied, running a hand over my chest. “Is that really how you remember me?”
With a nonchalant shrug, she took my beer from my hand, taking a long pull. “It was a sexy back if that makes you feel any better.”
“Kinda does.” I laughed, taking my beer back out of her hands. “I went back to the bar the next day – they said you’d be gone for weeks.”
“Nah” She shook her head. “I go where the wind blows me.”
“Oh yeah? The wind blew you to Vegas? Guess it really is destiny.” I laughed, placing a hand on her hip to pull her against me. “Now what’s your name?”
She looked down at our bodies, licking her bottom lip before returning her eyes to mine. “Name’s Levi.”
“Levi?”
“Yeah! Pops was a big fan of Don McLean.” She replied but continued when she saw the confusion in my face. “Y’know – the song that goes ‘Bye Bye Miss American Pie, took my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.’ I’m just lucky he didn’t go with Chevy.”
I laughed, finishing off my beer. “Gotcha – still weird as fuck but it fits you. When you write it down do people call you Levi like the jeans?”
“More often than I’d like to admit.” She laughed, grabbing two shot glasses from the bar and handing me one. “Cheers to destiny Jon Moxley.”
“Cheers to destiny, Levi.”
She clinked her glass against mine before downing another shot.
“You feel like getting outta here?”
“Fuck yeah -” I nodded.
“Here finish these.” She said as she handed me another shot glass.
We downed those and she reached back behind the bar, grabbing a couple of 20 dollar bills the bartender had left on the counter.
“Little something for the road.” She laughed, grabbing me by the hand, pulling me out towards the back hallway of the club, leaving through the back exit.
“I like the way you think.” I laughed, following her as she ran towards a black SUV.
She threw me a wink and we got in the car, peeling off the parking lot with the music blasting.
“The hell you doing all the way out here?” She asked, above the music, fixing her lipstick in the rearview mirror. “Last time I saw you I think I was in North Carolina? Something like that.”
I laughed, nodding my head to the music. “I got a show tomorrow. You’re going to come.”
“That so?” She asked, turning her head to face me.
Before I could reply, she turned the wheel sharply pulling into the parking lot of an liquor store.
“Come on, drinks on me.” She said, already getting out of the car to head inside.
I followed behind her and she grabbed my hand pulling me through the aisles, handing me two six packs of beer before grabbing a handful of nips.
Everything was moving so fast but I didn’t care. Something about her had me following everything she did. She seemed like she had a plan and I wasn’t going to question it. Instead, I watched as she wandered the rest of the store before we paid for everything with the stolen $60 and we were right back on the road jamming to whatever song was playing. She had me mesmerized.
“Where are we going?”
My head pounded when tapping on a window woke me up. I groaned as I opened my eyes suddenly becoming aware of my surroundings.
I was in the car from last night. The seats in the back had been laid to make one big bed. I was in boxers.
God who was knocking? Why did my head hurt so bad? How fucked up did I get last night?
“What!” I yelled, rubbing my eyes only to open them and see a cop. “Shit.”
He looked stern and I opened the door.
“Rough night?” The man asked.
I nodded, opening my mouth to speak and noticing how dry it was.
“You been drinking and driving son?” He asked, motioning towards the bottles of liquor that littered the back.
“Uh,” I looked back and shook my head. “Not driving.” I offered.
“Fuckin’ kids.” He murmured under his breath and nodded his head, “Get on outta here. It’s a no park zone.”
“Yes, sir.” I nodded, shutting the door and looking for my pants only to remember that I wasn’t alone last night. That chick – Levi – where the hell was Levi? Wasn’t this her car?
I pulled on my jeans, throwing on my boots and t-shirt only wondering why everything felt so stiff.
I moved towards the glove box to find the registration. Marleen Davids. Who the fuck was Marleen Davids?
God, this car was fucking stolen wasn’t it?
The keys left on the dash just confirmed that the car wasn’t Levi’s but at least she’d left a note.
“Till the wind blows you my way again Jon Moxley. <3 L”
What the fuck did that mean?
Again I was left with millions of unanswered questions. What did we even do last night? Why was I practically naked? Did we fuck? I think i’d remember that much. How much shit would I get into for being in a stolen car?
Why couldn’t I wait until I saw her again?