DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in the WWF, if only in my dreams.
Artist: Destiny's Child
Lucy Liu... with my girl, Drew... Cameron D. and Destiny
Question: Tell me what you think about me
The shoes on my feet
All the women who are independent
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Tell me how you feel about this
The shoes on my feet
All the women who are independent
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Destiny's Child
All the women who are independent
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
DISTRIBUTION: Go for it, just stamp my name on it and let me know.
RATING: G
CONTENT: A romantic encounter
SPOILERS: None that I know of.
SUMMARY: A woman in independent means a man who makes her want more.
I sit in the bar by myself, nursing my drink, a cool Chardonnay. I sip it slowly, letting it trickle down my throat and shiver in delight. It feels so good. I look to the rest of the bar, people dancing on the cramped dance floor, sweating. My eyes drift to the people surrounding me as I watch the men make their moves and the women coyly accept their advances.
I look at myself and think. I have finally made it. I am it! Completely and totally independent. Except for gifts, everything I wear, everything I use... it's all mine. My clothes, my diamonds, my cars, my house... all mine. No one can lay claim to it, except me.
A pair of long legs, powerful and strong appear in my line of sight. Not the Versace, Hugo Boss pants I'm so used to seeing in my line of work. Nuh huh. A nice pair of clean cargo pants, dark green and when I look up, I find a beautiful pair of brown eyes looking down at me... bedroom eyes.
"Hello," he says, "would you mind if I sat here next to you?"
I nod my agreement, trying not to drool over his sexy look and his charming accent.
"Thank you," he says, putting his highball glass next to mine.
"Do you come here often?" he asks me.
I look at him and smile at the use of the overused line.
"No," he chuckles, "I mean... don't... argh... it's just that it's my first time in town and I was just wondering if you came here often... It wasn't a line, I swear."
"It's okay. Yeah, I come here every once in a while. To unwind."
"And watch people," he finishes for me.
"And watch people. How did you know?"
"I've been watching you. You've been laughing quietly all to yourself for the past ten minutes. Let me in on the joke?"
I smile and point my finger at a couple at the bar.
"See that girl? The blonde?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, she got here about an hour ago. Bought herself a drink and started to wait... and wait... the guy next to her? Brown hair, not smiling? I'm guessing it's the boyfriend and he was supposed to get there an hour ago. He got there ten minutes ago."
"Ouch."
"Indeed. But by the time he got there, the girlfriend was letting the other guy... see the blond hunk on the other side of her? He's been chatting her up for the past twenty minutes. So the boyfriend's just sitting there, being ignored and more and more ticked off, drinking some of that Guinness while his girlfriend's getting chatted up by the hunk."
I stop talking and look at my companion. He's smiling at me. It's been a while since a guy's smiled at me that way.
"Anyway now you know."
"How come you're so interested in what people do or how they act?"
"I finished a minor in psychology. It stuck with me."
"And your major?"
"Fitness," I lie. I didn't have a major. "You?"
"Didn't go to college."
"You didn't? So what do you do?"
"I'm a wrestler."
"Which fed?"
"WWF. You watch?"
"Barely. I don't have that much time anymore."
"Oh."
"You any good?"
"My brother and I won the tag team belts a few times."
"That's good."
"Yeah."
Five minutes past and I damn myself over and over as I steal glances at him. Why the hell did I stop watching wrestling? Oh yes, I remember... because I'm usually stuck at work when it's on. That's too bad. I'd love to know exactly who my hunky companion is.
"So wanna dance?" he asks me as a slow song starts.
"Yeah."
We join the crowd on the dance floor and he takes me in his arms and we start swaying to the music. He feels so good... so strong... I could relax in those arms... relax for a good long time. Another slow song begins and he holds me tighter. He feels so good.
"Let's get out of here," he whispers in my ear.
I agree quickly. Getting out of this place with him sounds like the best offer I've had in ages. Quickly, we get our coats and my purse and walk out of the bar together, our fingers linked. We walk out on the street, where he points out his hotel. Where I'll spend the night... in his arms.
"I don't usually do this kind of..." he starts to say.
But the buzz of my pager interrupts him. I lay a careful finger on his lips and dig for the pager in my purse. The alphanumeric message dashes my hopes for a fun night.
"I can't do this," I whisper. "I can't. I have to go."
"But..."
"I'll find you... we'll pick up where we left off... What's your name?"
"Matt Hardy. But how? I travel around a lot."
"I'll find you Matt Hardy," I shout as I run to my car. "I'll find you."
Twenty minutes later, I walk into the penthouse sweet where the other two girls and Bosley are waiting for me. He nods me to my seat and turns on the speakerphone.
Album: Charlie's Angels Soundtrack
Title: Independent Women
Charlie's Angels, Come on Uh uh uh
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your cell-y when I'm feelin lonely
When it's all over please get up and leave
Question: Tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me boy you get dismissed
Pay my own fun, oh and I pay my own bills
Always 50/50 in relationships
I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing
I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin'
'Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you're wearin'
I'll buy it
The house I live in
I've bought it
The car I'm driving
I've bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Who would I want if I would wanna live
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get
Ladies, it ain't easy bein' independent
Question: How'd you like this knowledge that I brought
Braggin' on that cash that he gave you is to front
If you're gonna brag make sure it's your money you flaunt
Depend on no one else to give you what you want
I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing
I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin'
'Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you're wearin'
I'll buy it
The house I live in
I've bought it
The car I'm driving
I've bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Wassup?
You in the house?
Sure 'nuff
We'll break these people off Angel style
Child of Destiny
Independent beauty
No one else can scare me
Charlie's Angels
Woah
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
(repeat until fade)