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Notes: Pointless fluff. And not even really fluff... more like pointless humor? Bah. I make no claims to know what they do with their free time, I just speculate and put it into fictional format. Also, I ignore real life situations like relationships, you should too when reading this, thanks!

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Randy Orton arched an eyebrow at his friend, an incredulous look in his cerulean orbs. "... you can't be serious."

John Cena shrugged, "it's what 'Ria wanted man .. and for her, I'll do it."

"Dude, seriously, there is a fine line between devoted boyfriend and whipped." The taller of the two blinked, "and you have really crossed that line."

"Look man, if I wanted your advice, I would've asked for it." An exasperated sigh escaped the West Newbury native, " just shut up and help me."

Randy grumbled under his breath, but assisted his friend none the less. That didn't mean he was going to shut up anytime soon though. "So she's really that worth it, huh?"

John shot him an incredulous look, "hell yeah she's fucking worth it. I love her."

"Damn... first Jericho goes head over feet for Mickie, Jeff can't tell which end is up... not that he had a firm grasp on that anyway, thanks to Trish. And now you?" He shook his head, "what is the world coming to. I'm losing all my wingmen."

"One day, young Padawan, you too will find love." A beat passed, "in fact, if ya opened your damn eyes you'd see that Kelly is crazy about you … and don't even get started 'bout Li, you lost your damn chance."

Randy's expression instantly soured, "I already know I lost my chance with her, thanks for reminding me. But she seems happy."

John smirked, "and he is better for her, ya know. I ain't no expert on this shit, but even I can see that." Another pause, "so? How do I look?"

"Well," amusement filled the younger man's eyes, "all you need is a big drum, a pair of giant sunglasses and you could be the next Energizer bunny."

"Man, if I didn't have to take off this damn costume, I'd beat the shit out of you for that."

Randy held up his hands in mock defense, "oh I'm so scared of a wrestler in a bunny suit. Watch me quiver in fear."

"Fuck you."

"Not my type."

"Oh really?" John removed the head of the bunny costume, "according to all them damn websites--"

"Cena, seriously, I told you to stay away from those fan fiction sites. That shit will rot your brain faster than the Bachelor or America's Top Model."

John was silenced for a moment at Randy's inadvertent confession, but since he had somewhere else to be, he simply tucked that information away for later blackmail use... and if he knew his best friend at all, which he did, he knew that time would come soon. Like possibly tomorrow soon since Randy had just taken it upon himself to snap a quick picture with his cell phone. But, that problem could wait until tomorrow. Right now he had somewhere better to be and better company to be in; even if it did mean walking through the hallways of the hotel in a bunny costume.

It was for his girlfriend and she was more than worth it.