Chapter 11

"Oh my god!" Mickie squealed as she bounced up and down. She couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Gosh, thank you so much…gosh!" She wrapped her arms around Maria and gave her a crushing, bear hug.

"That's alright," the brunette beauty hugged her back.

"This is the life," Mickie said jokingly as she tipped a flute of champagne into her mouth. She rubbed her three inch heel adorned feet against the plush carpeting of the black hummer she was riding in. Maria had successfully planned a surprise 'welcome to RAW' party for her and right now they and several other superstars were on their way to a local club.

"We haven't even got to the club and she's started drinking already," Batista noticed. Everyone laughed at the animal's comment while Mickie pouted and rolled her eyes.

"I wonder how easily Mickie gets drunk," Ashley Massaro thought out loud from her seat next to Mickie.

"What?" Mickie said loudly, "I don't do drunk."

"Being the excited person that she is imagine how she'll be once she's got some alcohol in her!" Lillian pondered.

"Getting drunk is stupid. You just do stupid things and get a hangover," Mickie explained which just made everyone laugh again.

"Don't worry," Maria comforted, "if you do get drunk I'll look after you."

"Aw, thanks Ria," Mickie said putting her left arm around her best mate. "But seriously, me and drunk…it's just not gonna happen."

"We'll see," smirked a certain arrogant legend killer from his position opposite Mickie. Mickie rolled her eyes. It's not like she didn't want him to be there, he was actually a laugh…sometimes. The car stopped outside the entrance of the club 'Ink' and the WWE superstars poured out of it. Annoying the people waiting in the queue, the superstars gained instant access to the hip joint and, following Maria's instruction, promptly headed up to the VIP lounge.

The exclusive seating area was vacant due to the reservations that Ashley Massaro had made. It contained red plush sofa's that went well the dark theme of the club itself. Multi-coloured lights illuminated the mahogany panels on the floor. It was a modern night club with neon lights and a raised seating area that went all the way around the rectangular shaped dance floor. Some of the superstars were already on the dance floor but Mickie and her best friend decided to head to the bar first.

"I'll have…rum and coke please," Mickie told the bartender.

"And I'll have a summertime cocktail." Maria placed an order for one of her favourite cocktails which was a mixture of vodka, sprite and orange juice. Once the two brunette diva's had got their drinks they headed back to the VIP lounge and joined John and Randy at a table.

"Hey guys," Maria greeted before sitting down.

"So, did you guys know about this party too?" Mickie asked as she too sat.

"Course we did," John replied, "Like everyone knew but Maria was like 'if anyone tells or hints to Mickie about this party I'm gonna'-"

"Only 'cause I wanted it to be a complete and utter surprise," Maria justified as she took a sip of her drink.

"Which it was", Mickie agreed, "seriously, I had no idea at all. I wouldn't have even guessed. I can't believe everyone kept it a secret."

"Actually, I almost ruined the surprise," Randy admitted.

"Really? When?" Mickie couldn't remember Randy ever saying anything suspicious to her.

"Remember that time when I walked in on you when you where in the locker room and I-"

"You walked in on her!" John exclaimed.

"He walked in on you changing!" Maria couldn't believe that Mickie never told her something so major.

"No, no, no," Mickie tried to calm down both her friends, "It wasn't like that. He never walked in on me changing," Mickie tried to convince her best friend.

"Sorry, my fault... That did not come out right," Randy said also trying to convince his best friend that what he thought wasn't what actually happened.

"What he meant to say was he came into the locker room and I just happened to be there fully dressed! Okay?" Mickie corrected for Randy.

"Thank you Mickie," Randy said with a nod, "Yeah, so anyway. I was in the divas' locker room and me and Mickie were talking-"

"Why were you in the women's changing rooms in the first place?" Maria asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Well," Randy wasn't sure what to say. He was pretty sure that Mickie didn't want him to say she was punching lockers. And even though she insulted him on an almost daily basis it's not like he wanted to purposely embarrass her. He looked over at Mickie who also had an eyebrow raised no help there then. "Well, I…heard some sounds," he finished before realising that what he'd just said could be very wrongly and quite perversely misinterpreted. Which it did; John burst out laughing and Maria had her hand over her mouth and was staring at Mickie with her eyes widened.

"RAN-DEE!" Mickie put her hand on her hip indignantly and glared, "Did you have to…put it like that!" She gestured wildly whilst speaking. "Guys stop laughing at me; it's really not how Randy put it." She tried to convince her friends who were both now in hysterics.

"How was it then?" John finally got enough air in his lungs to ask.

"I wasn't doing what you think I was doing," the embarrassed diva tried to explain.

"Okay," Maria sighed, "I believe you," she tried to say with a serious face on but a smile kept creeping up around her lips.

"Guys, Let me rephrase that," Randy tried to explain properly this time.

"No, no. It's alright. Main thing is, I didn't find out and this really was a surprise." Mickie drank the rest of her drink and hoped that Maria and John wouldn't remember this tomorrow.

"We have to right this down so we don't forget," Maria said to John whilst wiping tears of laughter out of her eyes. Damn It. "But first, we dance!" She proclaimed dramatically as she grabbed hold of Mickie's hand and pulled her up. The quartet of wrestlers headed to the dance floor just as the opening of Britney Spears' Toxic began to play.

Baby, can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning

They started dancing and were then almost immediately joined by Ashley, Lillian and Batista who had just finished drinking by the bar.

"I didn't know you could dance," smirked Randy Orton as he sidled up to Mickie and spun her around so that they were now dancing facing each other.

"Why wouldn't I be able to?" Mickie asked back. What an odd thing to say?

"I dunno," he shrugged, "you just don't seem like the dancing type."

You're dangerous
I'm lovin' it

"Oh," Mickie raised her eyebrows, "what type of girl do I seem like then?" She said as she continued to dance with Randy. Instead of answering the question, Mickie's dance partner grinned and looked her dead in the eye.

"Why Mickie, are you flirting with me?"

Too high
Can't come down

Mickie was stunned by the question. Maybe that did come off as a flirty question…She was about to reply when Maria accidentally pushed Mickie as she tried to execute a flamboyant dance move. Mickie got pushed into Randy and tried to step back but felt arms grip around her waist. She looked into Randy's eyes and (not for the first time) tried to suppress a shiver as Randy's steely orbs gazed into hers. She rested her hands on the legend killer's shoulders as they continued to dance to Toxic.

Your toxic I'm slipping under
With the taste of poison paradise

Well this is weird, thought Randy. He looked over Mickie's head at his friends John Cena and Batista who were watching him. "What are you doing?" John mouthed. He was shocked that Mickie and Randy were dancing. Randy smirked in reply and looked back down to Mickie who was smiling up at him. "Mickie, your"­ what perfect timing Connor! Mickie thought sarcastically and made a mental note to hit her brother next time she saw him. "your…vibrating."

They both broke the moment and broke out into laughter. Mickie fished her phone out of her back pocket. "Hello," she put her finger in her other ear to try and block out the noise.

"Hey Mickie," she heard her brother say faintly.

"Wait a sec Conner." Mickie motioned to Randy to give her five minutes then pushed her way through the crowd. When she arrived in Ink's mixed gender restroom she finally started talking again. "Sorry about that. It's 'cause I'm clubbing at the moment."

"S'alright. I just wanted to give you a quick ring and make sure you got your invite," Connor James said.

"Yeah, I did. I'll definitely be coming," Mickie confirmed.

"Okay, who's your plus one gonna be?"

"Erm…probably Maria," Mickie was yet to ask if her best friend was available on the wedding date.

"Okay. Oh and dad's definitely coming," he added. Mickie exhaled I just knew it.

"Oh," she said quietly as she sobered up.

Connor also exhaled and said, "Look, I know you don't get on but don't you think it's time you made up already?"

"Can we not talk about this right now?" Mickie pleaded.

"But Mickie-"

"No, I'll ring you later ok. I'm going now bye." RAW's newest diva then proceeded to hang up on her protesting brother. I'll think about this in the morning…Mickie then headed for the restroom exit and went back up to her VIP seats. She sat down on the red leather and started to write a note for Maria telling her that she had decided to leave her own party early.

"Hi," Randy said as he sat next to Mickie a drink in each of his hands, "here's yours." He handed Mickie one of the glasses and took a sip of the other.

"Oh, thanks," Mickie drank about half her drink in one go.

"Steady on!" Randy said jokingly.

Mickie smiled half-heartedly, "I'm just leaving," she told him.

"It's a bit early," Randy started to say then asked uneasily, "its not 'cause of me is it."

"Ha, you wish," the diva laughed.

"Well, if you really want to go at least let me call you a cab," Randy said whilst pulling out his phone.

"No, no," Mickie protested and put her hand over Randy's to stop him from ringing. All Mickie wanted really was to be alone and think for a bit. Randy looked down at their hands touching and back up at Mickie. The pretty brunette followed his gaze and quickly removed her hand. Not like there's anything wrong with that.

"Okay…I'm going now." Things had just got a bit weird for Mickie. She re-read her note then gathered her stuff but before she had a chance to fully stand up Randy placed his hand on her cheek.

Then he kissed her.

Maybe it was the alcohol she'd consumed or maybe a part of her wanted to because she didn't pull away. In fact, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. She felt the softness of his lips and the warmth of his kiss. She was so lost in his intoxication that she forgot who she was kissing. At least she was until a part of her realized, Randy. This is Randy.

Then she pulled away.

Neither of them said anything. Randy just watched as Mickie got her handbag, stood up and left the club.

Don't you know that you're toxic.

A/N Wonder how they're both gonna feel about that in the morning? Is Mickie going to talk to her dad? Thanks to the people who reviewed the last chapter. I know it's been a long time...

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