Ok, so I usually do Mickie and Cody fics, but I figured I'd try Mickie and Randy.

Tell me what you guys think.

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Mickie's P.O.V

Mickie was screwed. She was confused and was in a huge house she had never been in before.

She wasn't sure where she was or how she got there. All she did know was that she woke up in a bed, naked.

After she gathered the cloths that were strewn throughout the room, she ignored her pounding headache (thanks to the 2 bottles of tequila she had the night before) and tried to remember what happened.

The last thing she remembered was she was at a local bar and was on her third shot of vodka. She had laid her head on the sticky bar when someone tapped on her shoulder. The person's face was blurred and their voice was distant, but Mickie was sure she knew whoever it was.

Now she was wondering around this huge mansion and began to smell something cooking. When she entered the kitchen, she froze in shock. Suddenly all of the night's events came back to her.

Which is how Mickie ended up in a smoke filled St. Louis bar, nursing a cold bottle of beer. After that bottle was gone she asked for another, and another. After about 5 beers she turned to tequila.

She was one of the WWE's top divas, why was she continuously losing her matches? Maybe they were gonna have her beat Beth soon, and she could win the Women's Championship. Maybe if that happened all of these loses would be worth it.

After 3 shots of tequila, she switched to vodka. By the time she got to the third shot, her head was spinning and she had a pounding headache.

Lying her head down on the sticky bar, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Mickie, what are you—doing here"?

Mickie turned around to see none other than Randy Orton standing behind her.

He was wearing a pair of light blue jeans, black sneakers and a black t-shirt that was tight in all the right places and showed off his 6-pack. He appeared to also be drunk.

"Getting drunk. You?"

"Same." He replied, sitting down on the stool beside hers.

"Why?" Mickie asked after he ordered a shot of vodka and she ordered a shot of tequila.

"My shoulder is killing me. You know how I have is-issues with it right?" Mickie nodded. "Well, dumbass Triple H threw me the wrong way in our match last week and now-it's killing me."

Randy chugged the shot and asked for another one. "Why are you here?"

"Well, I'm a good diva right? I'm hawt—I'm smart, I'm a good wrestler right? I'm not crazy am I? Cody says that I'm crazy to think that I'm ugly but he's my boyfriend and has to say that. What do you think?"

"No you're right. You are all those things, especially the hot part." Randy replied, causing Mickie to giggle and slightly blush.

"Thank you." She whispered, "Anyway if I am all of those things, then why am I losing all of my matches? I mean does Vince or Stephanie or Shane hate me? Why do they hate me?" Mickie sobbed, placing her head on the bar again.

She felt Randy's hand on her back. For such a big, tough, intimidating guy, he had a really gentle touch.

"They don't hate you." He whispered. "If anything they hate me."Mickie looked up at him. "Why do you think they got me feuding with Triple H? They want to use every opportunity to have me beaten up. Look out; they just might do it to you. " Randy finished and downed another shot.

Note to self: Randy Orton is very paranoid while drunk. Mickie thought to herself.

Sighing, Mickie sat back up completely and stared straight ahead. Noticing this, Randy leaned over to try and see what was so interesting.

"What is y-you looking at?" he laughed.

"I'm, am trying to think. So shhhhh!!"

"What are you thinking about?"

"I dunno. It's too hard to think while I'm drunk." Both Mickie and Randy burst out in hysterics.

When the two finally calmed down, Mickie sighed and looked over to Randy.

"You're pretty." She sighed, looking into his big blue eyes.

"You're prettier." He replied, causing her to once again blush.

"I am sooooooo drunk." Mickie laughed.

"You wanna go back to my place and continue this sob fest?" Randy asked, pulling out a five dollar bill.

Nodding, Mickie stood up and walked over to the door, waiting for Randy so they could catch a cab to Randy's house.

When they got to the house, Randy pulled out 3 ½ bottles of tequila. When they had downed the first 2 bottles, it was 3:00 am. Both were out of their minds drunk, and somehow ended up playing what started off as strip poker.

By the end of the first hand Randy has wearing Mickie's black tube top on his head and Mickie was sitting in her bra.

"Go fish." Randy stammered, slamming his cards on the table.

"Gin!" Mickie yelled, while undoing the belt she was wearing. "How are so good at this game?" she laughed, throwing the belt on the floor.

"That's how I roll baby." Randy smiled.

Within the next three hands, Mickie got her shirt back, but was wearing it as a skirt, over the skirt she was already wearing. She also had Randy's shirt tied around her head as a bandanna. She was still in her bra.

Randy was sitting across from her, in only his boxers. He had thrown his pants up in the air and they failed to come back down, considering they got caught on the ceiling fan.

"I'm tired." Mickie yawned, throwing a handful of peanuts in Randy's face.

"Okay, I'll show you to your room." Randy tried to say, but considering how drunk he was, it came out as "Oshay I sshhhh ta rmmmm."

Mickie giggled and stood up. She stumbled over to the large stair case and crawled up. Randy showed her to 'her room' which was really his room. They both ended up plopping down on the bed.

Mickie felt Randy wrap his arm around her waist and pull her close to him, turning her over in the process. His blue eyes met her big brown eyes her took in a deep breath.

Before Mickie even had time to think, his lips came crashing down on hers. She felt his hand slowly slide up her stomach, and she slid her hand through his hair.

The rest of the night was a blur. But considering when they lay down she was at least wearing her bra, skirt, shirt as another skirt and her panties and when she woke up she was naked, it wasn't that hard to figure out what happened the rest of the night.

Nice going Mickie you slept with your boyfriend's best fried. She thought

Now she was standing in the middle of what appeared to be Randy's kitchen while he was cooking.

"Shit." She mumbled.

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