Title: Just Dance
Disclaimer: {shakes 8 ball} Do I own the WWE or anything mentioned in this piece? {No} Are you sure? {Yes}
Rating: PG- merely cuz the author has a foul mouth
Pairings: Stacy/Randy, Stephanie/Chris J., Lita/Batista
Notes: Just a piece that popped into mind, after watching one of the SummerSlam promos, where Batista {yum} break dances. No present story lines used, just the characters mentioned. OOC-ness ahead, you've been warned.
Keys: {}=song lyrics; ' ' = thoughts; italics = emphasis
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Lita paused in her pre-club hop routine to critique her outfit and wonder why she had agreed to go out tonight in the first place. It wasn't like she didn't mind going out with her friends, but tonight? Well she was really wary. For one thing, she didn't want to go anywhere. All she wanted to do was relax and that usually meant, renting a movie and vegging out. More importantly, she didn't want to spend yet another evening listening to the many reasons why she and Dave were perfect for each other. Given, one of her best friends was dating a guy in the strong hold but did that automatically mean she had to? For one thing, they were friends with Hunter..the very same asshole who broke Stephanie's heart and saw fit that Lita's life on RAW was a living hell both in the ring and back stage. Even thought they both insisted they weren't friends of Hunter, it came with the territory. That being, they were part of Evolution. But she had to admit once they were away from Hunter, they were pretty good people. While she would never admit it out loud any time soon, she was thankful she could count on the two of them as friends.
Randy was okay to be around when his ego didn't pop up. As for Dave..well that was an enigma in itself. Over that past few months, she had found not only someone who would listen to her, but someone who was a great friend. From the beginning, when she had been publically humiliated..he had stepped out from the shadows. Presenting himself, not as an enemy to exploit a weakness..but as an ally, or at the very least a shoulder to cry on. There were some nights that she had just sat in silence, and he was okay with that. And of course there were times that she needed a shoulder to cry on and his shirt came out worse for the wear. Then, after she and Matt had finally started speaking again..Dave had encouraged her to give things a second chance. And she had..only to have that thrown back in her face. But, instead of chastising her like a few others had; he was there for her. Things had gotten to the point where she was now counting the enforcer of Evolution as one of her closest friends. Save from Adam, Chris, Stacy, Stephanie and Victoria; he was one of the few people she hung out with outside of the arena. Of course, there was also the side fact that he was easy on the eyes and-
'Whoa, where did that come from'
The red head made a face at the thought, she was not attracted to that man in that way. They were friends..just friends. Nothing more. It wasn't like she wanted to date him or anything. Even though, at this moment in time..it appeared that's what Stacy and Stephanie were determined to do. She had tried to tell, both Stephanie and Stacy, that she just wasn't interested in dating anyone at the moment. All she wanted to focus on was her career. But did they listen? No, of course not! After all, what are well meaning best friends for?
'To put you up to endless torture sessions' She rolled her eyes, scrutinizing the eye make-up the blonde had applied before her thoughts returned to the date that wasn't a date. It was just a night out with friends. Friends whom all happened to have boyfriends, while she didn't. 'Stacy and Stephanie have no idea as to what they're talking about. Not like I want to be with anyone right now anyway'
"Why I get myself into these situations..I'll never know" She frowned at her reflection, tucking a stubborn strand of hair behind her ear. 'But this time I do know. Damn Stacy and her sweet talking ways.'
She sent a glance to the closed bathroom door, where Stacy was supposedly putting on the last touches for her outfit for the evening. 'Why I let her talk me into this..that is a completely different story all together'
The red head set her make-up bag down, stepping back to look over her full reflection. While she did have to admit, Stacy did a damn good job picking out this outfit, it was a far cry from what Lita was currently sporting in her wardrobe.
With a slight sigh, Lita sent her attention away from the sheer top and pleated mini-skirt, and to the clock. 'That girl has exactly 5 minutes, or I am officially declaring this date..over.' She sent a look to the bathroom, turning the tv on to pass the time.
"Stace, you almost done?"
"Give me ten minutes"
The muffled reply came and the red head rolled her eyes. 'Perfect, just freakin' perfect. Now how do I get out of this?'
"And don't even think of trying to ditch out of this Li,. Steph's counting on you"
The red head rolled her eyes at the door. 'Well, there goes that idea..I guess I'll just have to leave early'
.......
A knock at the door prevented the diva from forming a set plan as to how she would weasel her way out of this; but once she saw who was at the door..all thoughts flew from her mind.
"Hey Stephie" Lita grinned to her friend, flinging the door open to assess the brunette's attire "Geez..you planning on killing Chris tonight?"
Stephanie raised a brow, as she stepped into the room. "I could say the same for you." She smirked at the red head's baffled expression. "For someone who says she's not interested..you are a far cry from it."
Lita rolled her eyes, reaching past her friend to shut the door. "Yeah well..blame Stacy"
"Blame Stacy for what?" The diva in question stepped out of the bathroom, smoothing out her sleevless blouse. "I'm tellin' you Li, you look great."
"Yeah yeah, whatever" Lita waved it off, eyeing her reflection once more. "I still don't know why I agreed to this."
Stacy and Stephanie exchanged a look, before the brunette cleared her throat, standing behind the red head. "Maybe because..you finally realized you do have feelings for a certain someone? And you're finally seeing what we've been seeing?"
Lita lifted a brow at her friend's reflection. "We're friends Steph. Just friends." She turned, to look the brunette in the eyes. "And even if I did care about him in that way..which I don't..I'm not ready to be in a relationship."
Stacy sighed, "Lita..we know that you're not ready..but you have got to at least attempt to prove that to yourself before you believe it." She rested a sympathetic hand on the red head's shoulder. "I'm not trying to get you mad, it's just..you tell us all that you're okay. But if you're really okay, would you be crying yourself to sleep at night?"
"Li. we care.." Stephanie wrapped her arms around the red head briefly. "And we worry about you. Just for once..go out, and have a good time. Have fun."
"I know..it's just" The red head let out a breath, shaking her head slightly. "I don't know sometimes. I mean..I still love him, it's just.."
"Hard?" Stephanie offered, squeezing the diva's shoulder. "And that's understandable. I still have days, where..if I didn't have you guys and Chris, I know I wouldn't make it."
Lita nodded, sending a shaky smile to her friends before she crossed the length of the hotel room to the closet. "So..who else is going tonight?"
Stacy shrugged, fastening one more bracelet around her right wrist. "Dia said she might stop by..and Victoria and Adam are meeting us at the club."
"And speaking of meeting" Stephanie sent a look between the two. "I was sent up here to come get you two."
Lita grabbed a light jacket, even though the forecast called for a clear night. "The blame is entirely on her" She reached forward to re-fasten one of the buckles on the high heeled sandles on loan from the blonde in question. "If someone hadn't taken forever to get her make-up on..we would have been down there."
A good natured laugh escaped the blonde as the three finally exited the hotel room.
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Meanwhile, down in the lobby; Chris Jericho, Randy Orton and Dave Batista are awaiting the arrival of two and the return of one.
"Yeah, dude I'm sure okay?" Chris sighed at his cell phone, pacing between the chairs. "Look, I just sent Steph. up there..she should be down here any minute and then we'll be outta here and at the club."
Behind him, Randy rolled his eyes and Dave flipped the page of the magazine currently in his possession.
"Adam, dude..just give us like ten minutes and we'll be there" He laughed shortly, shaking his head at the phone. "In other words, tack on five minutes to that ten..and we've got 'Stephanie & Lita' time" He nodded his goodbye's, flicking the cellphone shut in a fluid motion.
"The club's just starting to pick up.." Chris flopped down in one of the free chairs, keeping the elevators in his line of sight. "So if we leave any time this week, we should be able to get a table."
"Considering who we're talking about?" Randy raised a brow at the Canadian. "I mean..I know Stace and Li take forever to get ready..but this long?"
"Correction" A calm, collected voice broke in before Chris could utter a word about Stephanie's pre date habits. "Stacy takes forever"
"Maybe" Randy shrugged, casting a look towards the elevators. "I just wish they'd hurry up. I'm-"
"Starving?" Chris rolled his eyes. "Yeah we know. I thought that if I sent Stephanie up there..they'd hurry it up."
"Knowing them" Randy turned his attention back to the two present. "Lita is probably trying to find a way out of this and Stace is taking forever with her make up"
The blonde frowned a touch. "Does she always do that? Lita I mean." He looked to the other two for an answer, knowing full well he'd find it in one of them.
A small, barely noticeable frown crossed the face of the big man sitting across from him. "Not since she found out about Matt and Trish."
Chris nodded knowingly, recalling full well the mess of a red head that he had found that night. The only thing that had kept him from tearing Matt to pieces was the fact that someone else already did. But that still didn't erase the fact that Chris just wanted to beat the living crap out of someone he once considered his friend.
"I just hope..for Matt's sake, that we don't run into him."
"Or if we do" Randy shrugged it off easily. "Let's hope we're sitting behind the wheel of a car"
A dark smile graced the face of all three at that thought, but the none to happy mood was broken when the distinctive click of high heels on tile was heard.
Stephanie began, sending an apologetic look to all three "Sorry we took so long"
"It was all her fault" Lita finished, gesturing over her shoulder to the long legged blonde behind her. "Or we would've been down here sooner." She batted her lashes innocently towards the diva in question, missing the momentary lapse in composure of a certain someone.
"Yeah yeah..blame me, like always" Stacy stuck out her tounge at the red head before she stood near Randy "So..are we just going to sit here all night?"
"No we're not going to sit here all night" Chris offered his arm to the brunette. "Adam and Vicki are already there..so let's go"
Lita smiled as bright as she could to the still silent Dave, casually assessing him behind her mask. 'He looks really good..then again, he looks good in just sweatpants and a wife beater.' She started at the thought, shaking her head in vain. 'I have got to stop thinking like that. We are just friends.'
"You okay?" A soft voice broke into her thoughts, and she looked over her shoulder to see him standing behind her.
"Yeah..just..a slight headache that's all" She quirked a smile, patting his arm re-assuringly. "Let's get out of here."
He raised a brow slightly in question, but knew better than to ask. 'She'd just deny it anyway' Instead, he shrugged it off, following the others out of the lobby.
A small smirk graced his face, as he offered his arm to her. "Don't want to look out of place" was all he offered in explaination when she raised a brow in question.
And so, with all six finally ready to go, they made their way down the street to the club.
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End Part One.
I had originally intended for this to be a one-shot, but as I started writing more..I realized I couldn't just do one shot. So..it'll be a short piece. Three or four parts max.