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She was late. It was only ten minutes, but Glen was getting impatient. He briefly wondered over the strange friendship that seemed to have developed between himself and the pixie-like nutcase he seemed to be spending so much time with. It would have been different if it were purely for the purposes of the storyline, but he actually liked her. She was hilarious, she had absolutely no control over her mouth and she said exactly what she thought. She was a refreshing change.

She was also young and obnoxious, with the weirdest sense of style he had ever seen. As he thought this, he was stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were glued to the staircase which descended into the lobby. Tahni was afraid of elevators and would take the stairs no matter what. At this exact moment she was dancing down the steps, not noticing the attention she was receiving, utterly lost in her own world with no clue as to how lovely she was.

She was dressed in a rainbow coloured skirt that seemed to float around the tops of her thighs like water, a pair of flat, brown boots that didn't quite reach her knees and a brown, suede corset with hot pink laces. Her hair was spiky as it always was and there wasn't a trace of make-up on her skin, but she looked…radiant. Like she was glowing from the inside out. Glen couldn't help but stare at her as she bounced over to him. "Hi, Glen!" Her eyebrows went up when she got no response. "Glen?" Still nothing. He looked like someone had just bashed him over the head with something heavy. Tahni tip-toed, though even that brought her nowhere near to his eye level. She reached up and waved her hand in front of his eyes. "Hey, big guy! Earth to Glen! Yoo-hoo! Hello?" Without further warning she slapped him across the face.

That did it. He snapped out of his daze and frowned at her. "What was that for?" She just grinned at him in her impish way and shrugged. "I always wanted to do that. Come on, I have a third generation superstar to annoy."

"Tahni…" Glen groaned, shaking his head in exasperation. "No fighting with Randy tonight. Please? He's a lot bigger than you."

"Yes, but I am a lot faster than him."

"That's not going to help you if he gets you in a headlock."

"That's when you come and save me."

"Oh no, I am not getting involved." Glen folded his arms and Tahni pouted at him, making her impossibly big eyes go even wider than usual. "But, Glen, you'd never forgive yourself if something happen to little ol' me."

"Don't even try it, Cauldwell. Now get your backside into the bar and try to behave yourself."

"Ooh, I love it when you order me about."

"Tahni!"

"Okay, I'm going." Tahni snickered and bounced off with Glen following closely behind. Glen cringed a little as the loud music hit them. He preferred the quiet, but the noise just seemed to send Tahni's hyperactivity up another notch. Glen smirked, standing behind her at the bar. "Oh, hi Mark." Tahni let out a small scream and turned round, only to find Glen grinning at her and Mark nowhere in sight. She slapped his arm, then squealed and clasped her hand to her chest. "Ow! You have arms made out of steel!"

"Thank you very much. Mine's a beer." Tahni rolled her eyes at him and leant across the bar to get the tender's attention. As she was doing this Glen looked around, nodding to a few familiar faces. Tahni ordered their drinks, staring in fascination at the rows of bottles presented along the back of the bar. Glen's voice invaded her musing. "Mark, hi. How are you?"

"Oh yeah, I'm really gonna fall for that a sec-" Tahni turned to find herself face-to-face with Mark Calaway. She froze, her eyes widening in shock and fear and her mouth engaged before her brain. "Holy shit, it's Mark." Glen covered his mouth with his hand, literally holding in his laughter as Mark just looked at Tahni with an expression caught between reluctant amusement and confusion. Tahni flushed, spots of bright colour appearing on her face. At that moment, the bartender placed two beers on the counter next to her. Mark reached past her, causing her to scream and jump out of the way. He took one of the beers. "Thanks." He then turned and walked off. Tahni stared after him, her mouth open in shock. "He took my beer!"

Glen continued to shake with silent laughter, hidden behind his hand. He then reached over and took the other beer, much to Tahni's indignation. "Hey!" She scowled at him, but he just looked at her innocently. She rolled her eyes and flagged down the tender again to order another one, muttering loudly about stupidly tall men stealing her beers. Glen snickered, watching her. "How come you drink beer? You're only twenty-one, wouldn't you prefer something stronger? Aren't you meant to be in that 'I can drink so I'm going to get drunk' stage of your life?" Tahni looked at him as if he'd just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. She shook her head, then was momentarily distracted as her beer arrived. She hugged the bottle close to her chest as if someone might try and steal it right out of her hands. She looked at Glen. "I don't see the point of getting drunk. You end up like that guy." She motioned to a man who was half passed out at one of the booths around the edge of the room, his legs were on the seat, but his upper body was lying on the floor. He was clearly wasted.

Glen nodded, unable to disagree. "Good point." He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Chris Irvine grinning at him. He nodded and then looked at Tahni, suppressing a wince as she suddenly launched herself at Chris, throwing her arms around him, leaving Glen to quickly grab her beer off her before she could damage anyone with it. Chris look stunned and then moved to hold her at arms length. He recognised her instantly. She was quite the talking point in the locker room. "Miss Cauldwell, right?"

"Tahni."

"Oh. Hi. I'm-"

"I know! Oh my god! Chris Jericho!"

"Irvine."

"Huh?"

"My actual name's Chris Irvine."

"Why?"

"Um…because it is."

"I prefer Jericho."

"Y'know, Tahni; so do I." Chris grinned at her and she jumped up and down before hugging him again. She then looked at Glen and snatched her beer back. "Mine." Glen rolled his eyes at her and wandered off, leaving her to chatter to Chris, who seemed to find her highly amusing. That was a definite friendship in the making. No-one talked more than Chris, but Glen would bet Tahni would give him a run for his money.

"Hey! Hey Imp!" Tahni's eyes slid slowly away from Chris to find Randy walking towards her with a scowl on his face. He was tottering a little, but not enough to be classed as drunk. Tahni scowled. She'd been hoping to avoid this. She didn't want Glen to get mad at her for picking a fight with Randy, but since he was approaching her, surely she couldn't be blamed, right?

Chris looked between them, leaning towards Tahni a little. "He means you, right?"

"Yes. He's hopelessly in love with me and expresses it through insults." Chris snorted with laughter and shook his head, taking the opportunity to make himself scarce, not really wanting to get embroiled in whatever was going to happen.

Tahni turned her full attention to Randy as he moved to lean on the bar beside her. "Are you even old enough to be here?"

"Wont you being here mess with your medication?"

"What medication?"

"Oh, sorry. I thought all old people took lots of medication!"

"Oh, you think you're funny."

"Yes, yes I do."

"You're not."

"Thank you for your opinion. Anything else?" Tahni looked at him with apparent polite disinterest and watched with disgust as his eyes raked over her body. Ew. He'd been divorced for what? Six months, maybe a little more and he had already lost control of his eyes. How charming. As his gaze returned to her face, she slowly and deliberately let her own travel over him, from the open neck of his slate blue shirt, to the casual, distressed jeans, right down to his Italian faux snake-skin shoes, before flicking them back up to his face. He was smirking at her. "See something you like?"

Tahni screwed up her face in disgust. "Actually, I was just wondering how, with all your money, you can't buy clothes that at least give the illusion of an ass or at the very least, make your head look less tiny." Randy bared his teeth at her angrily. "You know what, no-one cares about your opinion. You're just some punk kid who showed up uninvited and got a free meal ticket. You think that because you're friends with Glen it makes you impervious to harm. Well, let me tell you something, Imp; you're not." Oh boy, this sounded like the start of a rant. Tahni sighed, wishing he'd shut up. "And another thing; can you even wrestle? So far all I've seen is some really bad acting."

Tahni grit her teeth. "Orton-"

"And the climbing the scaffold thing; what is that all about? Why do you even do that?"

"Orton-"

"I mean, it's the stupidest thing I've ever seen! You look like a kid on the monkey bars."

"Orton-!"

"And don't even get me started on your fashion sense. Can't you just pick one colour and leave it at that?"

"Randy-"

"Then you show up here, acting like you belong and like everyone's your friend."

"Randy-!"

"You've been here a couple of days and already you're more liked that me. It's disgusting! I bust my ass for this company."

"Randy-!"

"I don't get any recognition and you just get it all handed to you! It makes me sick!"

"Randy! Would you please, just-!" She cut herself off, suddenly grabbing Randy's face whilst he was getting ready to launch into another tirade and kissed him hard on the mouth. He froze, stunned into complete stillness. Tahni pulled away after a few seconds and then let out a long sigh of relief. Randy just stared at her. "Now, would you please just, shut up!" She shook her head then grabbed her beer and walked away from him. He just stood there, completely unable to move or speak. It took about two minutes before functionality resumed in his brain. "What the hell just happened?!" He turned sharply to see Tahni was now dancing with Chris Irvine, laughing as he kept tripping over his own feet. He felt like someone had just thrown a cold, wet blanket over him and he swore under his breath, rubbing a hand over his shaven head. "Oh no…"