a/n: okayy so this is my first story so i hope you like it. read && review pleasee! Tell me if I should continue and what should happen next!

"Okay so whats up with her?" asked John.

"I don't know. Wait, what!?!"exclaimed Randy.

"You know, Maria Kanellis. The really hot one that just began her career like a week ago." John told him.

John and Randy were on their way into their agency; however, Randy was injured by a fist fight because some punk tried to hurt his girlfriend, Trish.

They quickly left the office, and saw Maria out the window, angel-like stepping out of her Mercedes-Benz. She told them that she was going to her agency to fill out some application.

"I am hosting this party tonight, would you two be interested in joining?" asked Maria.

"Uhh. Um. No I think- I mean yes, yes we would be very glad to attend this party of yours," stuttered Randy.

They walked off into the parking lot and John shook his head in dismay, "How could you do that? You almost blew it for us."

"Jesus, I am sorry. I didn't mean to! Did you take a good look at her? I mean, whoa, no one can get hotter than that chick." roared Randy.

"Man, only if she could be my partner she'd be having a little fun in her life." commented John.

"What! I don't think so! I am totally more her type. Your...your...your too buff. Its like hugging a pediatric bed your way too buff." replied Randy walking 10 feet in front of John (Randy didn't seem to notice).

"Excuse me! But I wasn't the one getting all gluttony on those 5 cheeseburgers, 6 orders of large fries and 4 milkshakes from In-N-Out. I don't think she wants a slacker who looks like the man version of Rosy O'Donald." back fired John.

"Shut up, John. Stop acting like a wuss and get a life of a man not a self-conscious woman." Randy said sliding into his 754i BMW.

Too bad for Randy because John had already left. "What a jerk and he is crazy talking about himself or no, he thought I was there listening to that shit! Like I am the one who really needs to get a life!" John sarcastically muttered to himself. When the valet took his car keys, someone yelled, "Not so fast. Where might I ask where you are going?"