(A/N: Okay, so maybe it's a bit lame. shrug So maybe I'm a huge sucker for Randy... and Batista... and hell, even Paul sometimes. I promise you, the next chapters will get better. But... yeah, feel free to R&R, because I would appreciate it. Hope it's enjoyable to –someone-.)

-After RAW-

She had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off when there came a knock at the door.

"Is someone gonna get that?" she asked to an empty locker room. Carsyn sighed as she wrapped the towel around her exposed body. Walking to the door, where someone knocked even louder, Carsyn opened it and poked her head out. It was Triple H, which surprised her greatly.

"Um, hey Paul," she greeted him with a smile. "Why don't you come in? There's no one else in here."

Paul stepped inside of the Women's locker room before Carsyn closed the door behind him. The towel had barely covered her chest, so she had her arms crossed in front of her.

"What's up?" she asked him, stepping behind a thin wall, where she grabbed a black, lacy bra, and a black muscle tank with light pink x's down the sides, from her bag.

Paul smirked as she slid behind the wall, her chest obviously starting to swell out of the towel.

"Uh, Carsyn, I was talking to one of my good friends, Dave Batista earlier, and he's taken quite an interest in you."

Carsyn's head popped out around the wall.

"Dave Batista taking an interest in me? Come on Paul, he is one sexy guy, and I'm the new girl."

"The Sexy New Girl," he corrected her, getting a smirk before she disappeared behind the wall again.

"Anyways," he started again. "The guys and I were going out later, and Dave was wondering if you'd like to join us... to, you know, celebrate your first victory?"

Carsyn stepped out from behind the wall, this time decked out in her muscle tank and a very short jean skirt, gym bag hanging from her shoulder.

"Paul, you tell Dave, that I'd love to go out with you guys tonight." Scribbling down her hotel, and room number on a piece of paper, Carsyn handed it to Paul.

"Tell him to pick me up at 8. And... Tell him it's not worth it to risk being late."

Carsyn winked and smiled before walking past him, letting her shoulder brush against his before leaving the locker room.

-Carsyn's Hotel Room-

"You sure this is alright?" she asked her newly found friend, Stacy Keibler.

"Yes, Carsyn, you look fabulous."

Carsyn smiled at her friend before checking herself out in the mirror once more. She had on a pleated, jean mini-skirt, a powder blue top that fell off of her shoulders, silver hoop earrings, and some trendy black heels.

"But, if I were you, I'd take a pair of low-riders and some Vans because if they're going out... you could be doing something besides looking pretty."

Stacy winked at her friend, not meaning to put her decision down. Carsyn thought about what Paul had said, '"The guys and I were going out later, and Dave was wondering if you'd like to join us... to, you know, celebrate your first victory?"'

"Yeah, you're probably right," Carsyn agreed, grabbing a pair of black, low rider jeans, a light pink top she'd gotten from her sister that said GAYDA 01 on the back in white, and some white and powder blue Vans that she'd ordered from overseas.

"How about these? These good?" she asked Stacy, holding up the items of clothing.

"Perfect," Stacy said with a smile as Carsyn put them into a side bag that had WWE written on it, that she'd gotten custom made for herself.

There was a knock at the door, and Carsyn bit her lip.

"You sure I look alright, Stace?" she asked her, for the final time.

"Yes, Carsyn. Now go!"

Carsyn opened the door to find Batista looking in, dressed in nice clothes also. She hoped they weren't doing anything too out there because it didn't look like he'd brought anything with him... to the door at least. Carsyn looked back at Stacy and mouthed 'Oh My God' before stepping into the hallway of the hotel. Dave was the first to speak.

"You look... amazing."

Carsyn smiled up at him. He was quite a few inches taller, but she didn't mind looking up into his charming smile.

"Thanks Dave. You look great too!"

She wasn't shy. She'd never been shy. Hell, she hadn't even been shy when she'd had her first meeting with Vince McMahon. She'd practically sat on top of him.

"So, any idea what we're doing?" she asked, with a suggestive smile. Batista grinned at her and shook his head.

"I was surprised to see Paul come to my locker room asking me to go out with you," she said teasingly. "You shy, sweetie?" She hoped that she hadn't embarrassed him, since; after all, she was just playing around with him. Batista grinned down at her once again. "Maybe just a bit," he told her.

-Meeting up with Paul and Randy-

Batista stepped out of the vehicle, walked around to the other side and opened the door for Carsyn.

"Thanks," she said with a smile before noticing Paul and Randy snickering between themselves not far away.

"Look who beat us here," she said to him, gesturing towards Paul and Randy who were now smiling innocently.

"Boy, you two are dressed up nicely to go to the bar," Paul stated, smirking.

"And are you 21, Carsyn?" Randy added, the two begin to snicker again.

"Almost twenty-two, thanks, babe," she retorted. "And, maybe these would do better for a bar," she added, referring to her bag. "Dave, can I borrow your backseat for a moment?" she asked him, smiling seductively.

He shrugged and smiled deviously at Randy and Paul.

"Make yourself at home," he told her as she climbed in and shut the door. Rolling down the window, Carsyn smirked. "No looking in the windows," she called, rolling it up again.

-The Bar-

She was giggling like a schoolgirl, obviously totally smashed. Dave was grinning at her, as she took another shot of whiskey.

"And you know what Dave Batista could make?" she asked him, bursting into another fit of laughter.

"Davista," she said, falling backwards off of her stool. She fell onto her ass and starting laughing again. Paul and Randy were laughing together as they watched Carsyn. Batista was chuckling also, watching Carsyn try to stand.

"Davista, help your woman," Paul told him, he and Randy laughing again. Dave took another drink of his beer and got down to help Carsyn. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest. She was nuzzling against him, and Batista put his arms around her to stop her from falling.

"Thanks baby," she told him, before falling asleep on his shoulder. Dave looked up from her to the guys, who were laughing harder then they had been before. He didn't want to wake her, so he settled her on his shoulder and walked her out to his car, setting her down in the front seat.

-Carsyn & Stacy's Hotel Room-

Dave knocked on the door, Carsyn still hanging off of his shoulder. Stacy was quick to open it before she burst out laughing.

"What happened?" she asked Batista, trying not to crack up at her friend.

Dave laid Carsyn down on the couch before turning back to Stacy. "She got totally smashed, laughed, fell onto her ass, laughed again, I tried to help her up, and she fell asleep on my shoulder."

Stacy smiled at him. "Aw, you're so sweet, Dave." He smirked at her before looking back at Carsyn. Writing his phone number down on a piece of paper, he handed it to Stacy. "Make sure she gets this, okay?" Stacy nodded and watched him leave.

"Carsyn?" Stacy asked her friend, who was playing with the couch. Carsyn started to laugh hysterically. "Come on, lets get to bed," Stacy said, helping Carsyn to her feet. "Mmkay, which side of the bed you want?" she asked her, going into hysterics again. Stacy couldn't help but to laugh with her. "Here, get into this," she said, holding out an extremely large shirt to Carsyn. Carsyn took it and held it in her hand.

When Stacy came back into the room with Tylenol and a glass of water, Carsyn was lying on the bed, jeans pulled down to her knees, her shirt off, and the other shirt on the bed next to her. Stacy smiled and shook her head before helping Carsyn into the shirt and into bed.