Kat actually forgot where she was, sat neatly in the directors' chair, one foot curled under her backside, waiting for the love of her life who may no longer be the love of her life to appear. Randy Orton was either on crack or on fine form as he deftly flipped every comment the reporter made into somehow reflecting on his greatness. The sheer ego coming off him was enough to make Kat snort with giggles. The reporter was getting frustrated, the entire interview and photoshoot was meant to be about Kat and Dave. Batista should be on his way back and had been contritely helpful. The reporter had almost no quotes from Kat and far too many from Orton, who wasn't even supposed to be part of the damn thing.
Kat's giggles stopped abruptly when Batista returned, nudging the door open with his shoulder as he carried in coffee and donuts. He paused halfway to the interview area, steam from the coffee making the sunglasses he was wearing cloudy. The face, the same handsome face Kat knew so well, was completely still. She couldnt tell what he was thinking until his mouth opened slightly and he said, "Kat? You're laughing?" It was probably only an innocent question but it irritated Kat beyond belief. Yes, she was laughing. No, she wasn't sat down weeping her eyes out like he expected her to. "Yeah. Randy was being funny. Did you expect to find me crying?" Her words came out a little harsher than she'd intended, she saw Randy smirk and Dave's lips twist together. He set the coffee and donuts down, passing Kat her cup. She saw with a smile that it had all her favourites added and her favourite kind of donuts. "Didnt know you were coming" Dave snapped to Randy. Randy waved a hand dismissively, slouched in his seat so he was closer to Kat. "You don't know a lot of things". Tension crackled between the two of them, Randy's stone cold blue eyes and Dave's unseeable ones behind the lenses. Kat coughed to break the tension and leant forwards towards the reporter. Dave's eyes travelled the length of her body as she did so, the little smirk he gave out the side of his mouth was enough to make Randy crack his knuckles together. Kat flicked him a glance. He shrugged. "You were saying?" she asked the reporter. When he posed the question, Kat answered, Dave chipped in and the conversation flowed on like the two of them had never split up, never had anything happen. It was enough to make Randy sick. The only thing keeping him in his seat was the fact Kat hadn't jumped on Dave the minute she saw him, hadn't run into his arms and didnt appear to be fawning over him. She was just sat, looking towards him every now and again like she wasn't sure what to think.
When the reporter suggested they take a break an hour or so later, trying to organise the rest of his questions, Kat leant back in her seat and played with the now cold coffee. The donuts had gone and she was eyeing off the sugar in the bottom of the packet. Dave dipped a finger into the sugar, held it out to her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Randy's head snatch their way so fast it was a wonder it didnt come off his neck. It was odd, she should be used to doing this kind of thing with Dave, they'd been together long enough, but there was something different about it now. Maybe it was the fact Melina had been all over him yesterday that changed how he was in front of Kat's eyes, but she couldnt just pretend like nothing was wrong. "I don't think Im really comfortable doing that just yet" she told Dave softly. He frowned, rubbed the sugar on his jeans. Kat tried not to remember she'd done almost the same thing with Randy last night. Dave ignores Randy, slides the shades off his eyes and Kat can see they're tired, rimmed red. Dave's been crying, or something near it. Then Kat remembers sometimes when he drinks he looks the same way. "Just yet?" Dave asks. He leans in a little, "So whats that mean Kat? You're coming home now or later?" Randy shifts a little in his seat, not a lot, just enough to send Kat a non verbal message that he's listening. What he wants to do is lean forward and punch Dave right on his fat nose, stand up and march Kat out of here before firebombing the place but he's frozen waiting for her answer. "I don't know" she answers. Looking in his face, she remembers the first time she saw him. The first date they went on, but the images blur with Melina, with the first woman he saw before her.
Kat forgets Randy's beside her and asks, "Are you still seeing Melina?" Randy grunts and Kat looks at him again. "Please" He throws up his hands like he was innocent all along. "I was never seeing her Kat. It was just...it was a mistake. I just needed..." Kat arches an eyebrow and again forgets Randy's there, "You needed what? Sex? What you get at home isn't good enough for you?" she quipped. Randy's face is black behind her and it bores into Dave. He stares Randy right back and then lowers his eyes to Kat. "Dont be like that" reaches out to touch her, calm her down. He has no idea where this cold part of her has come from, but he doesn't like it. Of course, he understands he was bound to get some kind of feedback from the whole being caught with your pants down thing but some part of him thought it would be just like before. Only it isn't. He glances up at Randy again, "Why are you here anyway?" he asks, cutting Kat off in mid sentence as she argues back with him. She swallows angrily and looks round to Randy, waiting for his answer. "Cause Kat didnt want to come home to you. I wonder why" Randy says sarcastically and Dave goes for him. Randy's on his feet in seconds, waving one arm in front of Dave now, gesturing for him to come on then. Kat steps between them and Randy drops his hand immediately. Its Dave who leans over her with a hand almost at her face. "D!" she hisses and he looks down. Sees his fiery girlfriend frowning at him. "Randy helped me. Dont start with him".
Its been said guilty people make the first attack and so Dave did now. "Helped you did he Kat? You know why he helped you" Randy points a finger at him, "He isn't all sweetness and light Kat honey, remember that. Randy Orton's a male too deep down. You want to be another notch?" he asked. Kat frowned at him, "Isnt that what I am now with you? A notch?" she spat angrily. Randy resisted the urge to yell hah! At Dave and settled back on his heels instead, waiting to see how Dave was going to pull himself out of this one.