Title: Unusual Punishment
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you recognize. All others are from my imagination.
Notes: See previous chapter.
Distribution: All you have to do is ask if you want to post this somewhere else.
Pairings: None...for now. But if you want to voice your opinon you're more then welcome to and I'll see what will happen.
Chapter Three - Feathers and hunger
For the most part, the first hours of the drive was quiet. Rey remained at the wheel and since he was in control the other three members within the vehicle were subjected to Reggaeton. Not that many complained. Lita was used to listening to Spanish music because of her heritage, John was actually enjoying it since it was simply rap in a different language and Randy, well he really didn't care as he had fallen back asleep a few minutes after taking his seat in the passengers seat.
It wasn't long before the redhead had fallen asleep as well using the window as a pillow. A smirk forming on John's face from his seat beside her. He was wide awake and completely bored since no one was talking. He slipped a hand into the pocket behind the passenger seat in hopes of finding something to entertain himself. Too his luck when he pulled his hand back, he held a long and still intact feather.
With his brow raised in question he questioned the driver, "Do I wanna know why ya have a feather in the pocket here?"
Rey simply shrugged not taking his eyes off the road. "I have no clue. Aren't you tired? You were the one complaining the most when we first left about not getting enough 'beauty sleep'."
John made a face, "I didn't say a thin' about needing any beauty sleep. It must have been pretty boy up there who said it."
"Right..."
"Man, just worry about drivin' and don't worry about anythin' I said."
When Rey didn't reply, John glanced at the feather he still held. His smirk returning to his face. He unbuckled himself and leaned forward, his arms resting against the back of the passenger's seat. John slid his arm slowly around so the feather was now only centimeters away from Randy's face. He grinned as he moved his hand and tickled the sleeping Legend Killer's nose.
Randy's nose twitched but he remained a sleep. John tickled the younger man's nose again this time a hand moving up to swat the offensive object away as Randy muttered incoherent words. John chuckled as he tickled the Legend Killer once again. Instead of tickling his nose, he moved to the inside of Randy's ear. The young man's head moving to try and sly away from the feather that was disturbing his sleep.
"You're just asking to get your ass kicked aren't you." Rey voiced as he quickly glanced at the actions that were planning.
John snorted in response. "Like Randy can actually kick my ass. He's to much of a pansy." The brown haired wrestlers hand moved back up, resting on the head rest of the seat the feather dangling inches from Randy's forehand.
Rey's brow rose his attention still on the road, "Isn't he your best friend?"
"Yeah but he's still a pansy. Look at 'em when he's facin' Taker." Rey couldn't help but laugh at the comment knowing just how true John's words were.
"Damn it!" He heard from the man in the passenger seat. Rey quickly glanced at Randy and laughed as the Legend Killer was currently rubbing his forehead. "What the hell was that?" Randy snapped glaring at the two.
"I didn't do anything." Rey supplied, "Ask John. I'm driving"
Randy turned around in his seat and glared at the older man. "What did you do?"
John smiled innocently, "Ain't my fault you slapped yourself."
The blue eyes of the taller man narrowed and he looked down at John's hand. "Right, cause you're not the one with the damn feather."
"No one told ya to fall asleep." John replied calmly, his smirk never leaving his face.
Randy rolled his eyes, "Give me the feather."
"Nah man I ain't done with it."
"I'm awake you're not going to tickle me again."
John rolled his eyes, "It ain't you I planned on targeting." He thumbed to the still sleeping redhead. "Sleeping beauty here needs a nice wake up call."
Rey glanced up at John through the rear view mirror. "You have a death wish or something?" He asked.
John simply smiled as he turned his attention to the sleeping redhead, his hand poised by her face. Randy shook his head yet an amused smile appeared on his handsome features as he watched the scene unfold. John ran the feather down the sleeping diva's cheek.
Lita shifted as she mumbled swatting the air, "Louie stop that." The feather trailed down her cheek once more as her hand fell. "Stop licking me."
Randy tried to stop himself from laughing, only for her expressions to be too much for him. He laughed out loud. John's hand quickly shot forward to cover the younger man's mouth.
"Shut up!" John hissed. Randy's eyes narrowed and his tongue darted out to lick John's palm. John's face distorted into disgust as he pulled his hand away and rubbed his hand on his jeans. "Ew, man that's nasty. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Rey laughed as he had quickly turned to see what had happened and Randy just smirked. Blue eyes rolled and John returned to his current task ignoring the other two. The feather made its way down the side of her face and under her chin. Randy counted the seconds until the redhead would wake up as the feather slid over her neck. John smirked as he lowered his hand more dipping into the 'V' cut long sleeved shirt she was wearing.
Lita jumped. Her head knocking hard against the window. Randy and John laughed as the older of the two tried and rid himself of the feather. Hazel eyes narrowed as her hand moved up to rub the aching pain in her head.
"You..." She trailed off before quickly smacking both men. Their laughing died once they were hit. John rubbed the back of his head and Randy rubbed his shoulder. Both men sending pointed glares at the redhead.
"I didn't do anything!" Randy said with a frown.
Hazel eyes rolled, "I'm sure." She stated a yawn escaped her ruining the glare she sent them.
John mimicked her a scowl still on his features. "Such a grouch." He muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. I didn't say a damn thing." John replied, glaring out the window.
From the driver seat Rey laughed, earning himself glares from the other three. Silence fell over the four occupants once again. The two previously asleep, stayed awake to prevent being tickled again by John and his feather.
-X-
An hour later the four had yet to talk. The only noise in the car was the music that escaped the radio. Randy shifted in his seat uncomfortably, the silence slowly eating away at him. Speaking of eating.
"I'm hungry." Randy said finally breaking the long reigning silence.
Rey sighed, "I was waiting for someone to say that."
Lita rolled her eyes, "It's still pretty early."
"Woman, its nine in the morning. I think it's about time we all ate somethin'." John stated after checking his watch.
"Do you see anywhere we can stop?" Lita snapped.
"Well there was the place we passed ten minutes ago." Rey said as he looked at her through the rear view mirror.
"But we'll waste time by turning back."
"I don't care." Randy said, "I want food and I want it now."
John rolled his eyes, "Ya ain't the only one whose hungry man. Listen little Miss. Prissy. Us men need food. We ain't anorexic like you."
There was a whistle from one of the men, the other 'Ooing' at the statement. Lita's eyes twitched as she turned to face him.
"Excuse me?" She glared.
"Ya heard me." John replied, unfazed by her glaring.
"You inconsiderate jerk." Lita snapped, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Ya weren't saying that when you were givin' me that lap dance that night at the club." John smirked as Lita's jaw dropped. Before either could blink her hand flashed forehand and John's head snapped back hitting against the window. Randy stifled his laugh as he peered over the seat. John rubbed the tender spot on his cheek as he stared at the woman in disbelief.
"I think we should stop somewhere before those two kill each other." Randy commented before glancing at Rey.
The luchador nodded, telling them to be on the look out for places to stop. Lita and John refused to look and speak to each other, both happy when Randy pointed out a diner just up ahead. The San Diego native pulled in quickly and parked the car, the four leaving the vehicle in a hurry to satisfy their stomachs.
