A/N: Just want to make this quick. Thanks to everyone who alerted, faved & reviewed. It always means a lot. I only got two reviews, but I'm hoping once some more chapters are posted, I will get more. I just wanted to add that there's a poll on my profile. Now this story is only going to be quick, 10-15 chapters maybe? So if you vote for Candice/Randy, I will re-write a whole different fic. Anyway, enjoy! xx

I was late to the club because of the incident with Randy, although I made it there eventually. I didn't have to wait long at the entrance; actually I didn't have to wait at all. The only bad thing about that was that the bouncers were chatting me up. I shuddered at the memory. As I walked in I immediately spotted Torrie sitting on John's lap, Mickie, Maria and Ashley. There were a few other male wrestlers I couldn't recognize. I walked over to the bar and ordered myself a Cosmopolitan. I paid the bartender and thanked him. I gazed over at my friends, who were talking and flirting. I took a sip of my drink before placing it on a coaster. I really wanted to have a fun night tonight, but I wasn't in the mood. I sighed and took a long sip of my drink. I had decided that tonight, whether I liked it or not, I was going to have a good time. I wasn't going to let self-proclaimed Legend Killer ruin my night. I sculled the remaining liquid in my glass before ordering a few shots. First step, get drunk.

As I was downing my 3rd shot, I noticed a figure lower them self down on the stool next to me. I didn't take notice of them; I figured they were just ordering a drink. "Can I get a dry martini?" I asked the bartender. I could feel myself getting slightly light-headed and my words beginning to slur, but this was only the beginning. The bartender hesitated, but eventually got my drink for me. I sculled it down, not even bothering to take notice of the taste as it all downed. I turned to the person next to me, taken aback at the sight of the legend killer. "Randy?" I asked.

Randy turned his head to me. Once he noticed me, he gave me a sheepish grin. "Candilicious, my, my aren't we drinking a bit heavy tonight." He stated, as he looked at my empty dry martini.

The alcohol was setting in. I was being civil to Randy Orton. "It's Candiceee." My words slurred as I poked him in the shoulder. "I never noticed… how big your muscles were." I pointed out, poking them again. Randy smirked and flexed them for me. "Show offffff!" I exclaimed before shaking my head. "Bartender." I called. The bartender made his way over to me. "Can I get a… uhm…hmmm, long island ice tea, please?" I gave him a wide smile as he eyed me suspiciously. "Do I need identification? Cos I'm over 21, I swear." I stated, giving him a big smile.

"Miss, don't you think you've had enough to drink?" The bartender asked. It sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Psssssh, I haven't had enough!" I giggled. My words sounded clear in my head, but most likely came out as a muddled slur. I couldn't think straight, but I didn't care. This was my night.

"Miss I think you should go home." The bartender suggested. I shook my head. There was no way I was going home now, hell I've only been here for… well I don't know exactly, but I haven't been here for long.

"Listen here, Buddy," I began in a dry tone, before Randy cut me off.

"I'll take her home." Randy announced as he jumped off his bar stool and made his way over to me. He placed his hands on my sides, not in a perverted way or anything, just to support me as I attempted to get off the stool. The bartender nodded at Randy, giving me another glance. Once I was successful off the stool, I pushed Randy off of me. I knew what he was trying to do, and he wasn't going to be successful. I was not sleeping with him. This 'gentleman' act was old, if he thought I was falling for it, just because I couldn't see straight, well he was wrong. He groaned. "Candice, just let me take you back to your hotel room." He said in what seemed to be a sincere voice. I narrowed my eyes at him before eyeing him suspiciously.

"Randy, Randy, Randy, when will you learn? You think I haven't seen this in those teen movies? Well I have! I'm not falling for it." I was positive my words were slurred, and pretty much hard to understand. Not to mention my composure was not held upright, I had one hand gripping onto his arm and the other on the edge of the stool, trying to hold my balance, which failed miserably. I used my right hand to point at him a couple of times during my statement. Randy let out a small chuckle.

"Candice, I can be nice you know." He assured me. There was a long pause before I began giggling uncontrollably. I wasn't only laughing at the thought of Randy Orton being nice, but at this moment everything seemed amusing. Randy grimaced at me, not finding this the slightest bit amusing. "Candice, come on, I'll take you back to your hotel room and leave as soon as you're on your bed." He let out a small sigh before gripping my wrists and leading me off the bar.

"Randy don't be a party pooper." I giggled. I was sure to hear a lot about this when the arrogant Randy returned. "Sure, sure." I rolled my eyes, before turning around, my eyes searching the room. "Let's go talk to Torrie and John! You're friends with John right?" I asked. I didn't really give Randy a choice to reply, I just dragged him by the wrists over to the booth were my friends were seated. "Hey guys!" I exclaimed. Everyone looked at each other and then glanced at me. I sat in between Maria and John, pulling Randy next to me.

"Candice are you drunk?" Maria asked over the music. I gave her an odd look before shaking my head. "I think you are." Maria stated, leaning over me, glancing at Randy. She arched her eyebrows upwards, gesturing Randy placed next to me. I glanced between Randy and Maria a few times before giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Maria, I am sober. Randy and I bonding, aren't we Orton?" I stated, turning to Randy. Randy jerked his head in our direction and raised his brow. I rolled my eyes. "Well, I would call this bonding. I mean usually I wouldn't be this close to him without threatening to take his manhood." I nodded, as if to agree with myself. "Ohh is that a Long Island Ice Tea?" I asked Maria, leaning over her and reaching for her drink placed in the small table next to her.

"Yes and it's mine." Maria said, snatching the drink away from me. I pushed my lips out into a soft pout. Maria shook her head, "You've had enough. Go back to the hotel and sleep!" Maria ordered. I shook my head rapidly at her.

"No. I'm fine, why is everyone trying to ruin my night?" I let out a loud groan before leaning back in a slight slouch, my arms crossed over my chest.

"Randy, would you please take her home?" Maria asked as she took a sip of her Long Island Ice Tea. I glared at her. It seemed like she was teasing me when she sipped it, like a older brother or sister does with their younger sibling with a chocolate bar. Randy nodded at her and pushed himself to his feet.

"No need." I said as I placed an open hand in front of Randy. I pushed myself up as well, only not as successfully. I stumbled a bit and almost fell head first, although Randy gripped my wrist before I could. "I can make it back; it's like a two minute walk… right?" I asked with a clueless expression relaxed on my features. I shrugged my shoulders, "Oh well, I'll find it eventually. Bye Maria!" I announced happily as I gave Maria a quick wave. I left before Maria or Randy could convince me to stay or offer assistance, I wasn't a 5 year-old. I stepped away from them, stumbling a few times. I giggled and just kept walking. A few moments later, I felt someone grip my arm from behind. It caused me to jump and turn around.

"Candice, please let me walk you home?" Randy asked. I considered it. I mean he had been unusually non-perverted tonight, and dare I say it, nice. I studied him for a few moments before nodding.

"Fine, but you try anything, and I mean anything, you just wait until I'm sober." I threatened as Randy and I made our way out of the club. As I stepped down the stairs of the club entrance, I tripped over, landing on the cement path. Luckily I placed my hands in front of me, breaking my fall. Randy quickly stumbled beside me, trying to catch me.

"You alright Candice?" He asked in a worried tone. I turned to him and began laughing softly. I nodded and tried to push myself up, but unable. Randy pulled me up to me feet, and supported me with his arm around my shoulder.

"Bye Stan, Steve." I exclaimed as I waved to the bald, slightly over-weight bouncers who tried to hit on me. I shot them a big smile when they waved back at me. I don't know why, but I was in an extra good mood at the moment. I guess alcohol brings out the best in me. Personality and emotionally wise, that is - obviously not physically and verbally. As we made it 3 blocks away from the club, I almost tripped over again. Randy caught me though. I was beginning to feel relaxed in his arms, which in the morning will probably creep me out.

"There about a block or so left to go." Randy said to me. I nodded as I placed my arms over his shoulders for extra support. I was confused to why he was being so nice to me. Maybe if he acted like this all the time, I may consider going out with him. I stumbled over one of the cracks in the cement, which caused me to trip forward again. Randy was getting frustrated, I could tell, although he continued to support most of my weight on his shoulders. "Okay, let me carry you, this isn't helping." He ordered. I wasn't one to disobey at the moment, so I simply allowed him to fling me over his shoulder. "Much easier." He stated as he began to walk at a faster pace. I was hanging in an awkward position, although if it were the other way around, it would be much more awkward. I began giggling at that thought. Randy jerked his head around to me. "What are you laughing at?" Randy asked, letting out a small chuckle himself.

"Nothing."

"Right." He nodded once sarcastically.

"Hey Randy," I began.

Randy turned his head to me again. "Yeah?" He asked as he peered over his shoulder.

"Nice ass." I complimented, before giggling softly again.

"Thanks." He said. "Yours isn't so bad as well." I could tell he was grinning. What a pervert! I guess I wasn't that better, but I really had no other choice than to look at his ass. Randy on the other hand, he had a choice.

As Randy continued to carry me in this position into the elevator, I could feel myself drifting off. I immediately opened my eyes, trying not to fall asleep. After a few moments, I finally allowed myself to drift off. To say I was exhausted was an understatement.

Randy's POV.

Once I made it up to her hotel room and opened the door I could hear Candice muttering something under her breath. It was almost inaudible, so I couldn't pick up on what she was saying. I placed her gently on her bed, pulling the blanket up to the top of her neck. She looked so peaceful when she slept. I smiled and let out a small sigh. I turned on my heel and headed for the door. As I switched the light off, I heard Candice ask "Randy?" in a soft tone.

"Yes Candice?" I replied in a soft tone also. I left the light off and stepped closer to the bed so I could hear what she was saying.

"Can you please stay?" She questioned in a loud whisper. I glanced towards the door and back to Candice. I hesitated, how would she react in the morning. "Please?" She whispered.

I sighed and gave in. "Okay Candice, but I'll sleep on the floor." I announced. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could have sworn I saw a small smile relaxed on her lips.

A/N: Short again, I know. I wrote most of this at midnight and I was really tired. So I'm sorry. Thanks to m reviewers, it means so much! I hope people continue to review, alert, favorite etc. It means a lot.
So, I wonder how Candice will react to finding Randy Orton asleep on her hotel room floor?