He did. God bless him, he did. Randy got her out of there quick smart. He didn't stop and try to say anything about how being numb or aneasthetised or any other words he normally used would help right now, or point out how eventually, like tomorrow, she'd have to deal with Dave. Instead, Randy improvised by throwing his leather jacket up over her head as she stood, looking around for a way to get out. He hooked it over her head, burying her face into his shoulder, so it just looked like he was holding some woman in a tight embrace as he slipped out the back exit of the resturaunt with her. He passed the old lady the money for their bill and slipped out into the alley behind the resturaunt with her, where he let the leather jacket fall from her face.
Dave stood stock still in the middle of the place, eyes moving over each and every face he saw there. He could have sworn he'd seen Kat. Sat right there with what looked to be Randy Orton. Orton trying to muscle in on Kat wouldn't have surprised him. She was beautiful. Kat was the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on. He'd been kicking himself mentally for the last 6 hours, until his mind was bruised and sore. His eyes were blurry as he scanned the faces once more. No Kat, no Randy. It surprised him that Kat might have been sat in here anyway. After what she'd seen, he'd expected her to go back to the hotel, to cry, to ..well, he wasn't sure exactly what he'd expected after that awful look of shock had flashed across her face. But he hadn't expected her to go out there and pull off such a brilliant match, or turn up having dinner with one of the WWE's most eligible. Or Dave's most hated, whichever way you wanted to look at it. But he was sure it had been Kat, the same wavy hair, the same curves sat in the seat. She'd been laughing and he'd know that giggle anywhere. So where was she now?
Kat wasn't answering her phone, the hotel room was as cold and empty as when they'd both left it earlier. She wasn't anywhere he'd expected her to be, like the ice cream parlour drowning her sorrows or the bar, doing the same thing. None of the other Divas had seen her. Kat had just disappeared and it worried him. Dave knew how hypocritical it was to be worried about her not being where he expected, right after he'd been caught with Melina. It was downright asinine. He didn't really have an explanation for it. Didn't know how to explain it to her or make it better. But he wanted to see Kat, right now. He wanted to say something. She couldn't just walk away, she had every right to, but she couldn't. Not his Kat.
Kat smoothed her hair, mussed up from the leather jacket and stared at Randy, focusing on getting her bearings. A dark alley, Randy in front of her, the spilling light from the cafe behind her illuminating his face in shadows. "Thanks" she gets out and Randy nods, catching his chin in his hand and running his fingers over it the way certain men do when they're thinking. "Kind of put a dampner on the whole thing" he commented wryly. "Come on" ushering her in behind him, he began to walk out of the alley, heading back towards her car. "You can just drop me back at the hotel if you like" she offered, sighing a little. Just when things seemed that little bit brighter, just when maybe, just maybe, her emotions were settling, Dave had appeared and thrown them all akimbo. Damn him. Damn him to hell. But she was sure he'd been searching for her with wet eyes, sure he'd been desperate. She wanted to talk to him but she wanted to make him wait, to sweat it out...and Kat wanted to spend more time with the elusive Viper she'd never really known. "Drop you off? It's getting kinda late KitKat, but you really wanna go home?" he asked, checking the gold Cartier in the dim interior light of the car. She sighed, not answering, which gave him exactly the answer he needed. "Could head back to mine" Randy said, in a flat, cold voice that told her nothing of what he was thinking. "I have icecream" he added, in the same cold tone. Kat glanced sideways at him and couldn't help smiling. She couldnt tell whether he was praying she'd say no and ask to be dropped back, or whether she'd accept. Kat kind of liked that his emotions weren't written on his face. "I'd like that. Only if I get the bigger bowl though" she remarked, watching Randy shake his head. He took over the drivers' seat and started the engine.
"At some point you're going to have to face him again you know" he said after a few moments. She nodded, "Yeah. I know. Probably tomorrow at the interview we're supposed to have. I don't know..." she didnt know if she wanted to go. If she could face it. Having Dave there and all the words likely to come spilling out of his mouth. He was sorry. It was an accident. He slipped and fell. He loved her. Kat didn't know if she could hear it one more time. She wanted to talk to Dave, but she didn't know if she could hear exactly the same platitudes that she'd heard last time come from between those lying lips again. Knowing that he hadn't meant one word last time if he'd done it all over again. How could she believe him this time? But if he was talking in her ear all day Kat knew she wasn't strong enough to just hold up. So she turned in her seat and eyed Randy seriously, until he looked sideways. He looked surprised at the intensity of her stare and reached out while driving to poke at her nose with a finger. "Quit it. Its annoying" he told her, debating whether to run the red light or not. "Will you come with me? Tomorrow?" she asked, on the spur of the moment. He seemed like he could make Dave shut up. Or maybe Dave would be so pissed off by Randy's presence he wouldn't speak to Kat at all and she'd have the silence in her own thoughts that she needed.
On second thoughts, it was weak. Asking Randy to step in because she was too scared to face Dave on her own. Maybe he'd think that and tell her to grow up. Face Dave on her own. Her lip wobbled slightly as she thought about it. Randy was watching, stopped at the red light, hands resting on the wheel. The numb Viper had already come careening to her rescue once tonight. "Sure" he said, offhand, looking out the window. His jaw was tense and Kat couldn't see his eyes. Then he turned and she caught the glitter in them from the light outside, "If you make it worth my while"
