Part V

"John! Hey John!"

John turned around and encountered Stacy Keibler running after him.

"Stacy? What the hell are you doing here?"

Stacy smiled as she gave him a brief hug. "Randy told me he was coming by here to pick up some stuff from you for that bar you guys are opening up and I just thought I'd drive with him."

"You? Drove with Orton? But I thought you hated him?"

"I do. But I really needed to talk to you so I braved the ride with your stupid friend."

"Well? Where is he?" John asked curiously looking behind her.

"Eh, we were messing around and...well to get to the point, he's at the trainer getting some ice." Stacy said grinning mischievously.

"Oh no Stacy...what did you do?" John said laughingly.

"What? He made a comment about my boobs again. So I...well...I..." Stacy bit her lip guiltily.

"What?"

"I tripped him and he kinda hurt himself."

"I swear to God! You two are like freaking kids." John said rolling his eyes.

"Well anyways, I'm not here to talk about dumbass. I actually have a favor to ask you." Stacy said seriously.

"A favor huh? Oh so you're finally calling in that kiss I owe you from the spin the bottle game last week." John said flirtatiously, slowly leaning closer.

Stacy shrieked and pushed him away. "Ew! Ew Ew ew!"

John pretended to look pained.

"That is so sick...I think I'm going to throw up."

"Aw come on Stacy. Just once."

"John that's gross. You're like a brother to me." Stacy yelped pulling away from him with a look of revulsion on her face.

"Yeah I know. I was just kidding Stacy. So shoot, what's the favor?" John asked seriously.

"I umm...Randy told me about this bar you guys are opening."

"Yeah...so?"

"I have an old friend from college who's living in Massachusetts right now around that area. Her parents died a couple of months ago and she has two high school aged brothers that she's taking care of." Stacy started.

"Oh man, I'm sorry." John shook his head; he couldn't even imagine what that would feel like.

"Well see the thing is, she just sold their house in Maryland and moved up here with the boys to give them a new start. She's kind of having some trouble finding a job and well...when I heard Randy talking to you about finding a manager for the place, I just thought, maybe you could give her a shot."

"Oh man, Stacy. I'd love to help you out, but I mean...does she have experience with this kind of stuff before?" John asked hesitantly. He'd never considered himself sexist before, but he had seriously been planning on hiring some guy for the job. But at the same time he did want to help out this friend of hers.

"Oh God yeah. I mean come on I'm not stupid, I would never consider asking you for this favor if she didn't. When we were in college, she worked for the bar there and after it when she was trying to finish her masters degree, she managed it. She started off as a waitress, then a bartender, then some assistant position, until the owner decided to move away and he left her to manage the place for him."

John scratched his head thoughtfully, "Hmm...really? So she's still in school?"

Stacy shook her head sadly. "No, she had to drop out when her parents died. She only had a year and a half left."

"Oh man, that sucks. I mean...but...it's real nice of her to drop everything for her brothers."

"That's just the kind of girl Jill is. So what do you think? Will you give her a shot?" Stacy asked hopefully.

Before John could respond they were interrupted by an angry shout. "Keibler!"

Randy appeared around the corner, walking purposefully towards them. John looked down and saw the ice pack taped to his shins and started laughing. "Shut up Cena!"

"Oh man...Stacy! What the hell did you do to him?" John leaned against the wall, weak with laughter.

"What? I just touched him and he fell over."

"Yeah right! You did a freaking did a drop-toe hold on me. Stupid punk." Randy glared at Stacy.

"Well you deserved it asshole!" Stacy ranted poking an accusatory finger at his chest.

John pushed himself between his two friends. "All right. Calm down you two!"

"Why are you always such a bitch?" Randy ranted his face red with anger.

"Me? A bitch? The only bitch around here is you Orton!" Stacy yelled.

"ALL RIGHT!" John yelled. "Stop it! Come on you guys."

"Fine! You're walking back to the hotel Keibler."

"I'd rather do that than drive with you." Stacy glared up at him.

John shook his head and sighed. He knew that Randy actually had a huge crush on Stacy, and his "being an asshole" act went up three levels whenever he was around her. He remembered when Randy had found out that Stacy had started dating Andrew Martin, he had gotten piss-ass drunk and had confessed his feelings for the blonde. It certainly didn't make it easier that Stacy seemed to hate him.

"Hey Cena, you're up!" A stagehand called out.

"Oh shit. I gotta go, now you two settle down and I'll be right back." John said running to follow the stage guy.

Randy and Stacy continued to glare at each other belligerently.

"I'm going to go visit Torrie." Stacy mumbled finally and walked away.

i'm not sure if i'll keep stacy in here...but we'll see where i go with this....