CHASING CHAOS. INTRODUCTION. 

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DO YOU NEED ME OR

DO YOU NEED SOMEONE

THERE IS A DIFFERENCE

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INTRODUCTION - JUST A GIRL AT THE BAR

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Becky Lynch was never really the partying type. 

   Being a woman with the great potential to further her career in the very near future meant for her - that there was no time to go out for parties. Becky had a real passion for her job - ask anyone-  they would tell you that no one could compare to how serious Becky was about her career. She might have even took it a bit too seriously,  some co-workers would often tell her.  She wasn't born to be this great achiever and she definitely wasn't born with entry into the world of professional wrestling.  So when she had gotten the opportunity to compete in-front of the fans that she worked so hard for, she never took it for granted. 

  Becky Lynch was meant for greatness, in all due time, she was meant to change the division to reach it's full potential that these women were being held back from. She alone wanted to make wrestling considered cool for the women, and not some bathroom break like all the fans told them they were. Men were only human, and so was she. She had been stomped on and stepped over, she had been beaten blue and still rose up, shining like the star that she was always meant to be.

 She had never gotten entry because of who she was, like someone with the last name: Flair. She got into this business from the hard dedication, which had gotten lost on the way to the top - but when she realized what she truly loved, what she was truly passionate about, she took her passion by the horns and never once - let go.

   But what she didn't realize was that this type of business was every woman for herself. She had been swept to the side of her best-friend for years - unable to be the best that she knew she could be because she was held back from someone who she considered a friend... a sister.

 It was just the night after SummerSlam, where Becky had been stabbed in the back by her best-friend who happened to pin her and bask in the glory that was meant for her. It was suppose to be her time. That's why she was so unhappy, she felt this betrayal that she had never felt before.

  That's how she made it to this stupid bar in the first place in downtown New York, where the crowd was noisy and chaos surrounded her. She tugged her black leather jacket closer towards her body, now that Autumn was underway, she was colder than usual.

 Becky picked up the shot glass from the dark wooden counter that she sat behind, already filled with a liquid that was meant to drown her frustrated thoughts of what happened tonight. The tiny glass lingered in her grasp for a moment longer before she downed the liquid, feeling it burn a trail down her throat as she swallowed and then set it back on the counter with a loud clank.

  Her teeth clenched together as the awful taste bit back at her, and made an instant wave of nausea hit her but her throat was already numb. The ginger waved the bartender back over with a gesture of her fingers. "Are you sure you want another one, miss?" A woman walked over towards her with a concerned expression on her aged face, her hands wrapped up in a towel as she tried the tumbler.

  All Becky had to do was look up from beneath her dark lashes to have the woman refill her glass with another shot of tequila without a second thought. But before she had a chance to walk away and leave the ginger to sorrow by herself, she waved her back over. "-leave the bottle." her voice was already horse due to the amount of alcohol swirling in her system.

   A little later into the night, the bell rang above the entrance of the bar. Everyone peered from the corner of their eyes to see who the person was - including the Irish woman.

 Becky peeked over her leather covered shoulder to watch the new person walk in. She was a young woman who was probably a bit younger than herself and she swore that the time around the two had sped down while her loose curls bounced every-time she took a step further into the bar.

 As she walked into the bar with her friends trailing behind her, Becky wanted to look away but for some odd reason - she was memorized by the beauty of the young blonde. Her smile had instantly lit up the whole room from the moment she entered. When she turned her head towards the bar, their eyes connected for a brief moment before Becky urged herself to look away, clearing her throat as she poured herself another shot.

  "What would you like to drink?" The bartender spoke as the blonde woman grabbed the bar stool from beside the ginger haired woman, and Becky was able to have a closer look at her features. 

 The young woman had the bluest, innocent looking eyes that were encased in an almond shaped sockets, surrounded by a thick band of black lashes and rust colored eye-shadow that complimented her eye color. Her face was flushed, probably from the chill outside. Her full lips were stained with a fading pink, while her hair was like a whirlwind, her curls framing her face like a portrait.

 The woman connected eyes with the Irish lad once again and licked her lips slightly, pointing over towards the bottle of tequila. "I'll have what she's having." she replied and smiled over towards the ginger.

  Becky returned her eyes towards the many alcohol bottles that decorated the shelves, and when the blonde woman next to her felt the brooding radiating off of the stranger - she felt this odd urge to find out what was bugging the girl next to her, and possibly help. "Rough day?" she asked after she downed her shot, coughing slightly as the liquid went down her throat. 

  Becky's brown eyes connected with hers again, and for a moment she had gotten lost in the midst of the pale blues in her iris'. "Is it that obvious?" she answered with just a hint of lisp. 

 Josephine smiled back at her while her blue eyes studied the girl's face until she looked away from her. The other woman's hair was the first thing that stuck out, like flames from the sun, pinned up and braided on one side. She was wearing all black, top to the black heeled boots. 

  When the blonde woman stretched her body over the table to grab a salt shaker from beneath the counter, their eyes met once again and Josephine took in the dark brown eyes which looked smokey with the dark eye-shadow she had on. 

  She then reached over for the bottle that was placed next to her, not once leaving each-other's gaze and Becky stuck her tongue out as she backed away from the blonde, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Brooding about things that don't go your way, won't make whatever is making you feel this way, just go away." she explained to her while pouring the colorless liquid into the two shot glasses, and then met her brown eyes once again. 

 Becky watched her as her chin rose slightly, her eyes leaving the woman's pale face to look down at her tongue- which licked a spot on the top of her hand for the salt. 

 Josephine caught the stare and a smirk slipped onto her lips as she passed the woman the salt shaker, waiting for her to shake the white crystals on-top of her own hand. When she did, Josephine grabbed her own glass to hold it up, "-to new friends." she said while downing the drink, which made Becky's lips lift slightly.

   Then her mind went fuzzy and the next moments that she could ever recall was having the blonde woman in-front of her pushed up against the washroom door while her delicate fingers worked on locking the door knob from behind her, and Becky's teasing lips were latched onto her neck, trailing down to her plunging neck line. 

  She didn't even get her name and maybe that was her fault for not asking her before she completely blacked out from the alcohol. Maybe she did ask her but she just couldn't remember. 

 The blonde woman moaned out while the back of her head hit the wooden door behind her, her eyes fluttering close as the red-head's cold hands went under her shirt and explored her heated skin. "I- I didn't even get your name." She said through breathless words as she felt one of the buttons to her jeans pop off, and a hand dip under the lace of her panties. 

 The red-head looked up at her, briefly for a moment as her eyes were clouded with lust and her mind was swirling, or maybe the world was spinning around her - she couldn't tell. "Names are overrated. I'm just a girl at the bar, you're just a girl at the bar." her horse tone was enough to send her over the edge, making her wonder what other things her mouth could do if it could produce such a beautiful sound.

 The second one of her fingers entered into her heat, the blonde's breath hitched in her throat and her head fell backwards onto the door. Becky took the opportunity to attack the girl's neck, somehow having this new found confidence to perform these sexual acts with a woman, she had never done anything like this before. But for some reason, the moment the blonde stepped into the bar - she had been on her mind ever since.

 "We should-" the blonde began but was cut short when Becky captured her lips with such passion and hunger, made her almost forget what she was just about to ask until they parted again. "get out of here." her voice was barely above a whisper as she moaned out, her voice hitching again as she could feel her legs start to cave beneath her. 

 Becky smirked straight at her which made the blonde look back at her, her blue eyes darkening like the deep blue sea - and she was about to drown within them. "We will, but I want you to cum first."

  Somehow the two managed to get back to the hotel that Becky was staying in for the night until she was traveling the next morning, and that night was quite as eventful as the bathroom of the crowded bar.  Pale skin was pressed up against her own naked body, fingers tangled into the locks of her orange mane as her own fingers dug into the creamy white thighs that were placed on top of her shoulders, which probably left half-moon imprints in the woman's skin. 

  It was only until she woke up several hours later in a cold sweat with a woman sleeping next to her, did she really understand the consequences to her actions. Here she was, her orange hair a complete mess and sticking up in places as her arm held onto her black clothing that was discarded on the floor from last night.

 A complete half-drunken mess.

 She was thankful that the blonde stranger was a heavy sleeper as she started grabbing her things from the floor, and tugging her suitcases behind her before giving one last look at the woman who - at the time-  didn't realize how much this one woman would turn her life right-side up.

 The woman who's face she had forgotten, but fate has a way of sneaking up on you and taking you by surprise.