He knew it all along.

Watching his pseudo-girlfriend dance with her former lover, Randy saw it coming ten miles away. Her remarks and comments towards Dave went from scathing to complimentary. Her attitude was condescending to bubbly positive, with the glass half-full.

It had nothing to do with Randy at all.

He knew Rae was still in love with Dave and it was evident with every sigh, ho-hum, and other passing noise she made during the night. Seeing the former lover dance solidified Dave was very much in love with Rae, despite him tagging the newest Diva.

And there wasn't anything Randy could do about it.

"Why are you such a sour-puss?" Mickie James bristled as she walked up to Randy. "Or do your lips naturally pucker from all that dick-sucking?"

"Probably." Randy replied without giving Mickie a glance. "Of course, you would know a thing or two about being on your knees so you're a natural expert."

Mickie folded her arms and anticipated another retort from her number-one nemesis. If there was someone who got on her good nerve with a quickness, it was definitely Randy Orton. "Real cute coming from someone who's the poster child for birth control."

"Real creative coming from someone who's a French fry away from Jenny Craig." He casually replied.

"Is that the best you can do, Orton?" Mickie smirked in victory. "Man, your comebacks are about as weak as your promos."

Randy smugly turned his head towards her. "Nothing is weaker than you wearing a skirt, James."

"And you wonder why your girlfriend is still in love with her ex?" Mickie's last comment made Randy shift in his stance, a clear sign of being uncomfortable. "Did I touch a nerve, Orton?"

"Now before I pull out my cock and slap you with it," Randy noticed Rae and Dave's dance ending, "I'm going to talk to my best friend. You have fun at your Weight Watchers meeting."

He walked out to the dance floor and tapped on Dave's shoulders. "Can I have this dance?"

"I don't swing that way, Orton." Dave replied.

"Fool, you're about one injury away from going back to school and pursuing your GED." Randy countered.

"Dave…" Rae interjected before things got out of hand between her friends, "I'll handle this."

"Yeah, go back to Ho-becca," Randy said, "I'm sure her mouth is waiting for your Small Dick Special."

Dave was about to retort until Rae motioned for him to leave. "I'll talk to you later, David," she said quietly.

Dave held Rae's face in his hands and softly kissed her lips. "I'll talk to you later, Beautiful," he then winked at Randy and whispered in his ear, "you can talk all the shit you want but she still loves me, bitch." Dave then walked off.

Randy took a small step forward before Rae held him back. "Thumper…"

Randy twirled Rae around, then pulled her close to his body. "I'm being good."

"You had an amazing night, Randy," she wiped small beads of sweat off his brow, "don't spoil it."

"Believe me, kicking his ass would have given me immeasurable amounts of pleasure," he replied, "but that's not the point. What's up with you and him?"

Rae looked down at the floor. She wasn't sure what the hell was happening between her and Dave. They were just friends, though their feelings were anything but just friendly. "Nothing," she muttered.

"Flower, I want you to be happy." Randy almost stuttered as he couldn't believe what he was saying. "And if pursuing Dave makes you happy, I'm all for it."

"I'm not going to pursue anyone, Thumper." Rae knew better than anyone the best decision to make was being alone. The last thing she needed was more drama in her life.

Randy slowly nodded as he and Rae continued their dance. He knew she needed time to herself and he was well aware of that. But he also didn't want to suffer because of it. "So this means we can still fuck, right?"

Rae kissed her best friend. "Yes, we can still fuck, Orton."

"Just checking," he shrugged as he twirled her again.

"But you need someone who's your equal," Rae suggested, "what do you like?"

"Someone who gives great head." Randy replied with all seriousness. "Yeah, I know I'm supposed to say that I like girls who are funny, smart, and blah blah blah but honestly, I don't give a shit."

"I'm glad you got over our breakup with flying colors," she rolled her eyes.

Randy smiled and gave a half-hearted shrug in defense. "You know I care about you, Flower."

"Sure you do." Rae let out a small sigh. "So what else am I looking for?"

"Well, someone who has a little meat on her bones but not too thick." Randy eyed his best friend again. "Someone like you."

"You call this a goddamn margarita?" Mickie was overhead yelling at the bartender. "Did you graduate from the Bartending School for the Stupid?"

"You know, I have the perfect girl for you." Rae smiled. She tried to contain her megawatt smile before it became too obvious what she was up to. "I think you might like her."