Walking out to the parking lot, Amy turned and looked at Raven. "I hate to be a pain, but would you mind if I ran back to the hotel and got changed first?" She gestured to her cute, but basically casual baby tee and cargo pants. "I'm not exactly club material at the moment."
"Since when did you turn into such a girl?" Raven teased. "Oh, I've got to get all pretty for the handsome half-drunk prince charming I'm sure to meet at some random night club," he mocked in a high-pitched voice.
Lita hunched over, imitating his brooding walk and said in a low voice, imitating him, "You're nothing more than a degenerate. Your hypocrisy is amazing. You want to judge me for trying to look nice for just one night, when you've worn eyeliner to the ring for years. Quoth the Amy: Nevermore."
She was happy to hear him laughing so hard at her lame impersonation. She sensed there wouldn't be much happiness for him in the coming days. For her, neither. She wondered still why he was leaving, but knew better than to ask. She'd known Scott long enough to understand that he'd tell her in his own time what was going through that deep mind of his.
"Fine," he smiled at her. "I'll agree to let you go primp and satisfy your vanity. It obviously stems from your insecurities about your bad acting skills."
Amy stuck her tongue out at him. "Meet me in my hotel lobby at 10:30 then?"
"Fair enough. But you'd better be ready or I'm taking Jeff instead."
She rolled her eyes. "He takes even longer than me. And he's probably hidden out somewhere with his cellphone using up all his free minutes to tell Beth how much he loves her."
"True, true. I could take Matt, then."
Lita glared at him, but it was obvious from the slight way her mouth curved up at the corners that she was joking. "I'll see you in the lobby at 10:30," she told him sternly, and that settled the matter.
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It really took Amy no time at all to get ready. She grabbed a sleeveless silver top she'd picked up while in England for the Invasion pay-per-view, and changed from her baggy cargo pants into some low-riding black stretchy denim bellbottoms. Her hair and make-up were fine from where she'd had them done for the Heat taping earlier in the night, and she ended up with some time to kill, arriving in the lobby at 10:20.
It was 10:30, the time they had agreed on, and Scott still hadn't shown. He finally came striding quickly into the lobby eight minutes late. Amy was taken back by his appearance.
She'd never tried to deny that her friend was a handsome enough guy, but tonight he actually looked like he'd make an effort for once. His recently cut hair was pulled slightly back from his face, with most of it hanging free from the short ponytail. And, Amy admitted to herself, he did look very nice in his black pants and tight white shirt.
"Why the get up?" she asked him as he walked up, apologizing for his tardiness.
"Oh, you know, special occasion," Scott told her. "The last time I have to hang out with this reallly lame annoying redhead, you know her?"
"Yeah right. I know your secret," she smiled at him.
"Oh?" he asked, apparently a little taken aback.
"Yup," Lita nodded slowly. "I've got it figured out. You're just way too obvious...You're leaving the company to become an Abercrombie & Fitch model, aren't you?"
"Curses," Scott played along. "Foiled again. I guess I'll have to kill you before you let my secret out, huh?"
"Fair enough," Lita shrugged. "Do I get a last request though?"
He narrowed his eyes at her. "No, I refuse to be your love slave for a night. Anything else?"
"Fine," she laughed, and Scott felt something twinge in his heart at the way she threw her head back and her eyes crinkled at the corners. "Will you at least just take me out dancing then, like we originally agreed?"
"Lead the way, m'lady," he told her with a mock bow, and tried to ignore the little bit of childish happiness he felt when she took his arm.
"Since when did you turn into such a girl?" Raven teased. "Oh, I've got to get all pretty for the handsome half-drunk prince charming I'm sure to meet at some random night club," he mocked in a high-pitched voice.
Lita hunched over, imitating his brooding walk and said in a low voice, imitating him, "You're nothing more than a degenerate. Your hypocrisy is amazing. You want to judge me for trying to look nice for just one night, when you've worn eyeliner to the ring for years. Quoth the Amy: Nevermore."
She was happy to hear him laughing so hard at her lame impersonation. She sensed there wouldn't be much happiness for him in the coming days. For her, neither. She wondered still why he was leaving, but knew better than to ask. She'd known Scott long enough to understand that he'd tell her in his own time what was going through that deep mind of his.
"Fine," he smiled at her. "I'll agree to let you go primp and satisfy your vanity. It obviously stems from your insecurities about your bad acting skills."
Amy stuck her tongue out at him. "Meet me in my hotel lobby at 10:30 then?"
"Fair enough. But you'd better be ready or I'm taking Jeff instead."
She rolled her eyes. "He takes even longer than me. And he's probably hidden out somewhere with his cellphone using up all his free minutes to tell Beth how much he loves her."
"True, true. I could take Matt, then."
Lita glared at him, but it was obvious from the slight way her mouth curved up at the corners that she was joking. "I'll see you in the lobby at 10:30," she told him sternly, and that settled the matter.
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It really took Amy no time at all to get ready. She grabbed a sleeveless silver top she'd picked up while in England for the Invasion pay-per-view, and changed from her baggy cargo pants into some low-riding black stretchy denim bellbottoms. Her hair and make-up were fine from where she'd had them done for the Heat taping earlier in the night, and she ended up with some time to kill, arriving in the lobby at 10:20.
It was 10:30, the time they had agreed on, and Scott still hadn't shown. He finally came striding quickly into the lobby eight minutes late. Amy was taken back by his appearance.
She'd never tried to deny that her friend was a handsome enough guy, but tonight he actually looked like he'd make an effort for once. His recently cut hair was pulled slightly back from his face, with most of it hanging free from the short ponytail. And, Amy admitted to herself, he did look very nice in his black pants and tight white shirt.
"Why the get up?" she asked him as he walked up, apologizing for his tardiness.
"Oh, you know, special occasion," Scott told her. "The last time I have to hang out with this reallly lame annoying redhead, you know her?"
"Yeah right. I know your secret," she smiled at him.
"Oh?" he asked, apparently a little taken aback.
"Yup," Lita nodded slowly. "I've got it figured out. You're just way too obvious...You're leaving the company to become an Abercrombie & Fitch model, aren't you?"
"Curses," Scott played along. "Foiled again. I guess I'll have to kill you before you let my secret out, huh?"
"Fair enough," Lita shrugged. "Do I get a last request though?"
He narrowed his eyes at her. "No, I refuse to be your love slave for a night. Anything else?"
"Fine," she laughed, and Scott felt something twinge in his heart at the way she threw her head back and her eyes crinkled at the corners. "Will you at least just take me out dancing then, like we originally agreed?"
"Lead the way, m'lady," he told her with a mock bow, and tried to ignore the little bit of childish happiness he felt when she took his arm.