Disclaimers- Same story as chapter 18
Author's note- Sorry about the lack of updates. Had a few problemos with the net and stuff. So I'm trying to get the bulk of the story up now.
--- Chapter Nineteen---
Tasha picked up her glass and threw back the shot. She had to grip onto the table to hold herself up.
" 'Nother one!" She slammed the shot glass impatiently against the table. The bartender turned around and looked at her solemnly.
"I think you've had enough, pretty lady. How about we call you a cab and then......." Tasha cut him off.
"Shut up! I'll tell ya when I had enough. Now gimme 'nother shot!" she ranted as a few of the other club-goers turned and threw her dirty looks. The bartender just shrugged and poured the last of the tequila into Tasha's glass. She threw it back and slapped her hand against the table. She looked around at the club.
"I'm bored. I feel like dancin'!" She stood from her stool and began to stumble to the dance floor. A sleazy looking guy grabbed her and held her up.
"Hey gorgeous. You nearly had quite a fall there. Let me help you." He pulled Tasha close to him and practically dragged her to the floor.
"You'll dance with me, won't ya? No one else will. They all try to control me, but it won't happen, you hear me! You can't control me!" Tasha began to yell in Italian and the man just smirked at the drunk girl in his arms. All of a sudden the guy felt someone tap his arm and turned around to see Randy Orton looking not too happy.
"I'll take her from here. She's a friend of mine." He tried to pry Tasha from the sleaze ball's arms, but he wouldn't budge.
"The little lady is fine with me, pretty boy. So step off and leave us alone!" Before the man could react, Randy threw a right fist straight towards the guy's nose.
"Now I know how she felt that night!" he chuckled as the man fell to the floor. Tasha struggled to stay on her feet.
"My hero!" she screeched, before collapsing into Randy's arms.
"Let's get you back to the hotel, hey?" Randy carried her from the club into his and Evolution's shared limo.
"Could you get us back to the hotel thanks," he instructed the driver as the limo pulled away from the club. Randy couldn't help but smile at Tasha's sleeping form. He shook his head as she wriggled to get comfortable. She's so cute when she's sleeping, he thought. For that matter, she was always cute. As the limo pulled into the parking lot, Randy grabbed Tasha and pulled her from the car. It wasn't until they reached Randy's room that she woke up.
"What are you doing Orton? You're not meant to carry me!" she slurred. He shook his head and laughed as he flicked his key through the lock. He carried her into the room and placed her onto the bed. She clung to his neck so he couldn't move.
"It may be the thirty odd shots of tequila talking, but you are really sexy when you play the hero, you know." She pulled him close, and he fell on top of her.
"Tasha, I can't. You're drunk. It wouldn't be right. The old Randy would have jumped at the chance, but you've changed me." Tasha pouted.
"Don't feed me that bullshit Randy. I can feel it. I know you want me. Right here, right now. You've got your chance. What are you waiting for?" With that, she pulled him close and crushed her lips to his. Randy tried to push her away, but in the end, gave in. He knew it was wrong, but couldn't help himself. Tasha began to madly unbutton his shirt as they kissed. Randy ran his fingers through her long black hair. Before long the two of them made love and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Author's note- Sorry about the lack of updates. Had a few problemos with the net and stuff. So I'm trying to get the bulk of the story up now.
--- Chapter Nineteen---
Tasha picked up her glass and threw back the shot. She had to grip onto the table to hold herself up.
" 'Nother one!" She slammed the shot glass impatiently against the table. The bartender turned around and looked at her solemnly.
"I think you've had enough, pretty lady. How about we call you a cab and then......." Tasha cut him off.
"Shut up! I'll tell ya when I had enough. Now gimme 'nother shot!" she ranted as a few of the other club-goers turned and threw her dirty looks. The bartender just shrugged and poured the last of the tequila into Tasha's glass. She threw it back and slapped her hand against the table. She looked around at the club.
"I'm bored. I feel like dancin'!" She stood from her stool and began to stumble to the dance floor. A sleazy looking guy grabbed her and held her up.
"Hey gorgeous. You nearly had quite a fall there. Let me help you." He pulled Tasha close to him and practically dragged her to the floor.
"You'll dance with me, won't ya? No one else will. They all try to control me, but it won't happen, you hear me! You can't control me!" Tasha began to yell in Italian and the man just smirked at the drunk girl in his arms. All of a sudden the guy felt someone tap his arm and turned around to see Randy Orton looking not too happy.
"I'll take her from here. She's a friend of mine." He tried to pry Tasha from the sleaze ball's arms, but he wouldn't budge.
"The little lady is fine with me, pretty boy. So step off and leave us alone!" Before the man could react, Randy threw a right fist straight towards the guy's nose.
"Now I know how she felt that night!" he chuckled as the man fell to the floor. Tasha struggled to stay on her feet.
"My hero!" she screeched, before collapsing into Randy's arms.
"Let's get you back to the hotel, hey?" Randy carried her from the club into his and Evolution's shared limo.
"Could you get us back to the hotel thanks," he instructed the driver as the limo pulled away from the club. Randy couldn't help but smile at Tasha's sleeping form. He shook his head as she wriggled to get comfortable. She's so cute when she's sleeping, he thought. For that matter, she was always cute. As the limo pulled into the parking lot, Randy grabbed Tasha and pulled her from the car. It wasn't until they reached Randy's room that she woke up.
"What are you doing Orton? You're not meant to carry me!" she slurred. He shook his head and laughed as he flicked his key through the lock. He carried her into the room and placed her onto the bed. She clung to his neck so he couldn't move.
"It may be the thirty odd shots of tequila talking, but you are really sexy when you play the hero, you know." She pulled him close, and he fell on top of her.
"Tasha, I can't. You're drunk. It wouldn't be right. The old Randy would have jumped at the chance, but you've changed me." Tasha pouted.
"Don't feed me that bullshit Randy. I can feel it. I know you want me. Right here, right now. You've got your chance. What are you waiting for?" With that, she pulled him close and crushed her lips to his. Randy tried to push her away, but in the end, gave in. He knew it was wrong, but couldn't help himself. Tasha began to madly unbutton his shirt as they kissed. Randy ran his fingers through her long black hair. Before long the two of them made love and fell asleep in each other's arms.