Chapter 3- Wanting To Be Me
It was the next week; Riley was in her hotel room reading a book when she heard a knock on the door. She was blank as to who it was. She got up and opened the door. "Randy? What are you doing here?" "I was just wondering if you would like to maybe have some breakfast with me?" "Sure, I'd love to." "Great." "Riley grabbed her purse and walked out of the door with Randy.
They went to the local Denny's to have some bacon and eggs, and a good conversation. While they were talking, Trish walked into the restaurant. She looked around for a seat. She sat kind of near Randy and Riley. After eating for about ten minutes, she saw Riley and Randy, but to quick thinking, she didn't approach them. She just decided to go tell Triple H herself.
As soon as the night started off everyone was in Evolutions locker room giving each other their kick some ass's speech just before Trish's match against Stacy. Of course it was a bra and panties match. Jazz, and Molly followed Trish, and Triple H went with Ric Flair to help train for Flair's match later on that night. Riley was thirsty, so she went to go get something to drink. Left in the room, was Batista, and Randy. "So Randy, Riley...you like here?" "What?" "Well, Trish saw you two at Denny's earlier. I mean come on, you like her don't you?" "No, Dave, just because I took her to breakfast doesn't mean I like her okay?" "Awfully defensive about it aren't we?" "Kiss my ass Dave." "What?" "Shut up! You know, as in be quiet!" "Don't get smart with me." "Don't be an asshole as usual and concentrate on more important things in life, like matches and opponents." "Whatever Randy, just don't let a girl get in the way." "I didn't do a thing, you were the one questioning me." Randy walked off into the halls leaving Batista scratching his head.
While Randy was walking down the hall alone, he saw Riley coming her way. He got really nervous, especially after that conversation with Dave he just had. "Hi Riley." "Hey Randy, where's everyone else?" "Oh, everywhere basically, matches, training, and being an asshole." "What?" "...Oh, nothing." "Okay." They continued walking down the hall talking.
Even though Randy had to basically hide every alone conversation with Riley do to suspicion. He felt like he could just be himself around Riley, like it wasn't so hard. He could tell her anything. Riley felt the same ay, she could tell Randy anything as well.
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Riley was walking to the front desk to ask for a new remote for her TV; Randy was sitting in the lobby reading a magazine. He looked up and noticed her. He got up and snuck up behind her. "Whoa, Randy! You scared the shit out of me!" "Sorry." "Oh, it's okay, as long as it's not Trish or Triple H." "I second that thought." They both laughed as the clerk handed her a remote and they walked to her room.
When they got to her room, she stopped at the door expecting only to say good night to Randy. "Well, I guess, I'm going to watch a little TV, then go to bed." "Are you sure?" "Hah?" "Well, I was planning on going to the bar across the street to have a few drinks, would you like to join me?" "...Sure, hopefully we won't be seen." "It'll be okay." He reassured her as they walked away from her room and closer to the bar across the street.
While they were at the bar, girls were hitting on Randy, and guys were hitting on Riley. But they managed to stay close together and not get separated. They just sat at the bar having a couple of drinks when a cool song came on and some people who were obviously drunk started dancing around the pool tables. "Hey Randy, let's join them." "What? You have got to be crazy." "Nope, let's go." "You are something else." "Thanks." She responded as they approached all of the other people and started dancing along with them having a good time.
After about two hours of dancing, drinking, and acting just plain goofy, they decided to call it a night.
They got to Riley's hotel room door and stood in silence and not knowing what to say, or do for that matter. Then Riley went for her door. Randy grabbed her arm and turned her around. She looked up into his eyes, then moved closer gently kissing his lips. They weren't too drunk to not realize what they were doing.
After the kiss, they didn't say a word to each other, and Riley just entered her room in practical dreamland. She slept really well. All her worries and the fact that the little bit of alcohol she consumed was getting to her stomach didn't seem to bother her at the moment.