"I'm fine!" Trish screeched for what felt like the millionth time. She currently had Mickie James, Melina, Jillian Hall, and Dr. Rios fawning over her. She had blood streaming from her nose and she claimed that she couldn't see as well as she usually could. But Trish knew she was fine. She just wanted everyone to get away from her. Her vision would clear and she could clean the blood from her nose.

All in all, Trish had worse.

"Trish! Are you alright?" Randy hollered as he rushed into the room, pushing past the three Divas in order to get to Trish.

"I'm fine, Randy! I can take care of myself!" Trish yelled back in her disgruntled state.

"Are you sure? I can get you an ice pack or a hot towel or—"

"Randy, I'm fine. Please, just let Dr. Rios do his job. But I'm flattered by your concern," Trish said as she closed her eyes. She felt uncomfortable as Dr. Rios began inspecting her nose for any breakage.

"Okay, but get ready to go out after you're done. Dress for a special evening," Randy said in a hurried whisper. He looked awkwardly at the other girls in the room, his face growing red. He prayed that they didn't hear what he said. He had plans for the evening, and he didn't need finicky girls putting false ideas in Trish's head that just may happen to be true.

"OOOOOOH!" Mickie, Melina, and Jillian teased after Randy left the room.

"Shut up, guys. You know it's not like that. Randy and I see each other as siblings, if anything. He's pretty much my best friend. Trust me when I say this, ladies. We don't see each other like that."


"Orton, you're going out to dinner. You're not taking her to her senior prom. I don't think that the tuxedo is really necessary."

"Shut up, Cena, and go beg for another title match," Randy seethed, taking off the black jacket and tossing it back on the hotel bed.

"Already got one coming," John grinned back. "Why are you stressing so much? You're just going out to dinner."

"John, I told her to dress for a special evening, if you catch my drift," Randy said, hoping that John would get the hint.

"Oh, you like her…don't you?"

"No shit, Cena. Glad you finally figured that one out. Now, help me find a good, normal outfit. What do you think? A suit or just a dress shirt and pants?"

"Did you just offer to wear pants?" John chuckled.

"Screw you. Okay, fine, since you're no help, how about I just drive you back to your hotel so you can quit stinking up my house with your bullshit!" Randy offered, tossing a pair of dress pants and John, who caught them.

"Go with black pants, black shoes, and a light blue dress shirt," John finalized, tossing the pants back to Randy while he was facing the other way, hitting him in the back.

"Have you been watching Queer Eye lately?"

"Randy, I'm just giving you friendly advice. Take it or leave it."

"Thanks, John."


"He said to dress for a special evening, but I don't know what he means by that. A special evening could be a birthday or…just because. It's neither of our birthdays, so…" Trish mused to Melina in Melina's hotel room. She brought over a few possibilities for her outfit for the night along with her. She was holding up a purple cocktail dress up to her and was getting Melina's opinion on it.

"Nah, not that one. It seems too dressy for some reason. Did you only bring dresses?" Melina asked, wrinkling her nose.

"No, I have a few skirts…" Trish sighed, digging into her bag. She pulled out a black skirt and a light pink blouse.

"Yes. Wear that," Melina smiled, nodding her approval. "Now, what to do with your hair…"

"Mel, Randy and I are just going to dinner. Nothing more than that, okay? This doesn't need to be a fashion show," Trish laughed, setting the outfit down on Melina's bed and toying with her hair.

"Will you please just let me do your hair and makeup for you?" Melina begged, pouting and giving Trish puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," Trish sighed, letting Melina have her way.


"Uh, I just dropped John off and I'm in the parking lot now," Randy said after Trish answered her phone. "Are you ready?"

"Let me check…"

"You don't know if you're ready or not yet?" Randy asked, severely confused.

"Well, Randy, it's kind of complicated," Trish said. She put her hand over the receiver and loudly whispered, "Are you almost finished?"

Melina quickly put a few more pins in Trish's up-do. "Done," she said, admiring her work.

"Yeah, I'm ready," Trish said to Randy.

"Good. You'll have to explain your methods to me. See you soon."

"Nerrrrrrrvous?" Melina asked in a singsong voice.

"For what?" Trish asked, closing her phone and putting it in her small handbag.

"Tonight."

"Mel, there's nothing to be nervous about. Trust me."

A/N: Yeah, I know that I totally suck at life. I promised myself that I would update before I leave for Michigan tomorrow. I tried to last night, but my computer has a really bad habit of overheating and losing my updates. This totally isn't as good as I wanted it to be, but...An update is better than no update, I guess.