"I'm bored, Ames," Adam Copeland, her boyfriend, complained as he crept up behind her.  As Amy turned to face the tall blond Canadian, his facial expression turned to a near pout.  She found it cute.

"Okay," she said, flipping some of her long red hair back.  "Let's do something...Any suggestions?"

"We could have sex," Adam said, a huge, mischievous grin forming on his handsome face.

Amy playfully swatted him in the chest.  "We already did that."

"Well...can we do it again?"

The redhead smirked at him, laughing.  "Down, big boy...later...now come on, let's get out of this room, 'cuz I'm starting to get cabin fever."

They were in Baltimore, Maryland, with the WWE for what should have been a house show, but the blizzard had changed all that.  The storm had begun sometime during the previous night and hadn't let up an inch.  When they'd awakened and looked out the window that morning, they'd been surprised to see nearly three and a half feet of snow adorning the ground.  The weather report on a local station had confirmed that it was nowhere close to stopping.  And finally, Stephanie McMahon had held a quick meeting to announce to all the WWE superstars that the night's show would be canceled.

Adam and Amy made their way to the hotel bar downstairs hand-in-hand.  Neither of them was really in a mood for a drink, but it wouldn't hurt to hang out there.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" they heard a high-pitched, nearly shrill voice booming in the bar's interior.

As they stepped in, they immediately spotted Stephanie McMahon, the source of the annoying voice, and Chris Irvine, sitting side-by-side on barstools at the bar.  A bartender was handing Chris a Budweiser, although four other bottles sat before him.

"Hey, you guys," Amy said as she stepped up by Stephanie's right side.  She noticed the Billion Dollar Princess didn't look happy.

"What's up?" Adam asked from Chris' left.

"I'll tell you what's up," Steph said, frowning in her annoyance as she turned back toward her boyfriend.  "This guy thinks there's nothing better to do during this storm than drink!  He's going to work himself into a stupor!"

Adam began lifting up each of the beer bottles spread out before Chris, shaking them to see if any of their contents remained.  They were all empty.

"Look, Steph," Irvine said as he briefly turned to give Adam a dirty look, "I told you to think of something interesting that we can do here, and I'll leave this place and stop drinking."

Stephanie rolled her eyes.  "Well, why can't we hang out by the pool?"

"I really don't feel like it, that's why," he replied.  Then, glaring up at the other blond man, "Do you mind?"

Adam put down the bottle he was holding.  Amy turned to Adam.  "Hey, why don't we just go for a walk?" she suggested.

"What for?  There's plenty of entertainment right here," he told her, gesturing at Chris and Stephanie, an evil grin on his face.

"Come on," Amy said, coming over and tugging him away by the hand.

"See you later, guys!" he crowed as they departed the bar.

Next, they went to the tiny pool room.  There were four regulation-sized pool tables within, and Amy was pleased to see that four of their friends were there, in the middle of a game of 8-ball.

"This is so unfair!" Trish Stratus was complaining to her boyfriend and Adam's best friend, Jay Reso.  She glared down at the setup of the ball she wanted to knock into a corner pocket.  "She has an unfair advantage because of her height!  Meanwhile, I have to suffer and use the bridge to make a shot like this - if I can even manage that!"

Stacy Keibler smirked at the petite blonde.  "Tough luck, shorty," she taunted.

"You wanna start with me, stretch?" Trish countered.  "Come on!"  She dropped her cue stick to the floor and put up her small fists.

Stacy's boyfriend, the fourth participant in this little game of pool, Andrew Martin, smiled with amusement.  "Hey, cool...our girlfriends are gonna get it on!"

Jay, however, didn't look amused.  "Come on, Trish," he said, moving toward her and pulling her away from the tall, leggy blonde.  "Make your shot."

"She insulted me!" Trish shouted.

Adam and Amy, who had thus far witnessed the entire scene in silence, stepped in.  "Hey..."

"Hey, Adam, hey, Amy," Drew greeted.  Stacy, unfazed by Trish and her fists, looked up as well.  "Hi, you two.  What are you up to?"

"Not much," the redhead replied.  "We're just looking for something fun to do."

"Well, watching Trish and Stacy beat the crap out of each other would definitely be fun," Adam cracked, earning a swat on the shoulder from his girlfriend.

Trish walked away from the pool table to fetch her purse on a nearby stool.  Jay stood rooted to his spot, arms spread in a questioning gesture as he watched her.

The petite Canadian ignored her boyfriend, pulling out a compact and a tube of lipstick and began to apply the color to her lips.

Stacy stepped up to Trish.  "Ooh, great color...can I try it?"

"Sure," the other blonde said, handing the tube and her mirror over when she was done.

The others watched them incredulously.  Jay said, "Okay, now that you two are the best of friends again...Trish?"  He gestured toward the pool table.

"Nah...I'm bored.  Pool's just not my game."

Jay rolled his eyes heavenward, running a hand over his long blond hair.

Stacy said, "I've got an idea, Jay...Since Trish quits, how about me and Drew versus you?"

"Yeah," Drew said.  "How about it, man?"

"No!  That's not fair!"

"Okay, okay...Then how about this," Stacy began, waving her long arms.  "You two guys against me?"  She flashed a brilliant, confident smile.

"I'll go for that," Drew said with an overconfident smirk for his girlfriend.

"Ditto," said Jay.

"Okay...We'll pick up where we left off with Trish...Jay, you take my place with Drew for solids, and I'll take stripes."

"Babe...you're letting us win here," Drew said.  "There are a lot more stripes on the table than solids."

It was true.  "I know, silly...We were whipping their asses."  She laughed, then stepped up to the table.  "Since it was Trish's turn and she had stripes, I go!"

Adam and Amy stood on either side of Trish, who was now sitting cross-legged on the stool upon which her and Stacy's bags had been.  As they, Jay and Drew watched, Stacy executed a perfect shot, knocking the thirteen ball into a corner pocket.  It was the very shot Trish had been complaining about needing the bridge for.

"What did I tell you all?" the petite blonde said.  "I told you she had an unfair advantage!"  Her face wore an expression of amusement.

"Nice shot, Stace!"

"Thanks."  Stacy moved around to the other side of the table, her eyes on the seven ball.  She bent down eye-level, lining up the shot, then after a moment, straightened back up and managed to make the cue ball just knick the side, sinking the seven into a side pocket.

Jay and Drew groaned in unison, both knowing what was going to happen.

"How'd you do that?" Drew questioned.

"Easy," Stacy replied with an innocent shrug.  She chose another shot where she didn't have to step more than an inch from where she stood and knocked yet another stripe into a pocket.

While Adam, Amy and Trish and cheered the leggy blonde on, Jay turned to Drew.  "Stick a fork in us - we're done!" he said.  The big man only shook his head in disbelief.

One-by-one, Stacy sank the remaining four striped balls, then strolled around the table to shoot the eight ball.  She let out an excited squeal as it sailed into the corner pocket in a diagonal angle.

"All right, Stacy!"

"You go, girl!"

"Next time, I wanna team up with you!"

As the other three praised the tall woman, Drew and Jay exchanged disbelieving glances.  "I had no clue she was a pool shark, man," Drew stated.

"All right, you guys," Amy said.  "Now that the game is over, let's all do something."

"How about another game of pool?" Stacy asked.

"No thanks," Adam said, eyeing the tall woman.  "I don't feel like getting my butt whipped by you tonight and being thorougly embarrassed in the process."

Stacy smirked back at him.

"Let's go to the bar," Drew suggested.  "I could use a beer..."

*

"Chris, enough is enough!" Stephanie cried as her boyfriend ordered a sixth Budweiser upon finishing the fifth.

"Calm down, Steph...it's not like I've never drank six beers before."

"You touch one more drop, and you'll be getting nothing from me tonight," the brunette warned.  "And I mean nothing."

Chris didn't have to think about that one.  "Oh, all right..."  The blond man gestured to the bartender.  "Cancel that last beer," he said.  He stood up and reached for Stephanie's hand.  When she took it, he led her over to the big jukebox on the other side of the bar.

"What do you want to hear, Princess?"

Stephanie peered into the display at the selections before pointing to something.  Chris popped a couple of quarters into the machine, pressed some buttons, and Staind's "Fade" began to play.

The brunette swayed almost seductively to the melodies of the pulsating bass and rhythm guitars, her boyfriend watching her with an amused expression on his face.  A moment later, they both looked up as six of their fellow WWE superstars and friends stepped into the room...