Okay, I've decided to pick up where I left off from this story. I think I just wanted to write something fun and silly, I dunno. I hope you guys like this chapter and if there's anything you may want to see in later chapters, let me know in a review and I'll see where I can fit it in!

"So who was that?" The blonde attached to John's arm, Tessa he thought her name was—or something like that, he wasn't paying attention when she mentioned her name.

"Some chick I work with." John replied, surprising even himself when he realized his voice had a defensive edge to it. Who the hell was this girl to be asking about his personal life? "Why do you care?"

She rested her hand on his chest. ""Because I don't want my boyfriend looking at anybody else but me."

"What?"

"You're my boyfriend." She replied happily.

"Bitch you must be delusional or something. Why don't you go get me a drink and we'll talk about this some more." He suggested, trying to free his arm from the death grip she was using to hold on. "Now."

"Okay Johnny."

He watched as she began walking over to the bar and immediately began walking in the other direction. There were some things he could very easily handle. But when a girl he's known for a grand total of twenty minutes starts going around saying they were dating—that's when it was time for him to bolt out of there as fast as he could.

Trish studied the players around the roulette table warily and then shook her head when the man asked her if she wanted to be in for this round. She tucked some hair behind her ears.

"That's no way to act in Las Vegas." A voice right next to her ear told her playfully and she jumped.

She spun around and saw Brock Lesnar standing next to her, a small grin on his face. "I know how to act thank you very much."

"If you say so." He commented, placing some chips on the table. "Red 33." He told the man, who nodded and spun the wheel and then tossed the metal ball onto the wheel. Brock looked at the table in concentration.

"How can you just throw your money away like that?" Trish asked incredulously.

"Red 33." The caller announced and a big pile of chips was pushed in Brock's direction.

"This is called winning, not throwing money away." He put the chips in his pocket and started to walk away, in search of some other game he could win even more money at.

Trish looked once more at the table before hurrying after the Smackdown superstar. "Hey Brock!" She called out.

He stopped and turned back around to face her. "Yeah?"

"Do you think maybe," she looked around to make sure nobody was around her and motioned him closer. "Do you think you could teach me how to gamble like that?"

He smirked as he looked down at the small blonde. "You serious?"

Trish nodded. "Yeah, I've kinda always wanted to be able to gamble but I'm always too worried I'd make a complete fool out of myself."

"Not a problem." He took her hand and she found her self not resisting as he led her over towards the slot machines. "Okay, now see that lady over there?" He pointed over at the middle-aged lady who was sitting in front of one of the slot machines, pleading with it to let her win and Trish nodded again. "She's probably been in front of that machine for over a half an hour already. She's gonna quit soon and go to a different one."

"So?"

"Just watch." He assured her. Sure enough, the lady complained loudly that the machine must be rigged and got up, heading over to one of the many bars, and Brock rushed over, beating out a few different people who wanted to get to the same machine.

"What are you doing?" Trish hissed as she watched the other people's disgruntled looks. "There were people waiting ahead of us—you can't just barge in front of them like that."

"Of course I can, that's the way you have to do things around here." He got up and allowed her to sit down. "Now go on, put a dollar in and pull the lever."

"A dollar for one game?!" Trish exclaimed. "Brock that's a lot of money to be blowing on one game."

"Trust me."

"Okay, I don't know why but I will." She said with a sigh, feeding the dollar into the slot and pulling the lever. "Now what am I hoping to get here?"

Brock watched the symbols as they stopped. "Ultimately you want the sevens, but those three oranges you got is a good start."

Trish looked up in shock as the machine started going off and the screen let her know she had just won fifty dollars. "No way." She said in amazement, an awestruck look on her face. "How did you know that this was the machine to go to?" She asked, dumping the quarters she won into a cup.

"It's called being a lurker." He confessed. "You just watch a machine that someone has been on for a while with no luck, waiting until they leave, and then get to it before everybody else does. More often then naught you're going to win something off of it, like you just demonstrated."

"So John went off with that blonde chick who I think was planning their wedding." Randy explained to Batista. "They went over there but he should be back any time now."

"How do you know that?"

Randy set his glass down on the table and looked at his fellow Evolution member. "Cena is afraid of commitment—I could tell from the first time I met him here."

Before another question could be asked, John rushed by. He would've kept going right past the table if Batista hadn't grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Wha—oh, it's you guys." He dropped down into a chair at the table, took off his jacket, and pulled his hat down lower so it covered his eyes. "What's up?"

"We could ask you the same thing." Randy responded. He looked across the bar and smirked. "Your fiancée is looking for you."

"The bitch is crazy." John muttered, taking a glass from a passing by waitress. He looked her up and down. "What's up Honey?" He asked and she walked away giggling. He turned back to his two friends. "So yeah, I was talking to Molly a little bit and the girl got all possessive saying she was my girlfriend and everything. It was bizarre." Before he knew what was happening, someone's hands were over his eyes.

"Guess who." A female voice said next to his ear.

John jumped from his seat and tried hitting her hands away. "What the hell are you doing?"

Tessa grinned. "Just wanting to surprise my boyfriend every once in a while. There's nothing wrong with that is there?" She moved to sit down on the chair he abandoned and looked up at him with a smile.

Randy started laughing so hard tears were starting to well up in his eyes and Batista was looking at her in open mouthed shock.

"Yes. There's a big something wrong with that. You're insane!" John exclaimed. "We're not together. I'm not your boyfriend. You terrify me. I don't know what your problem is but you really belong in some mental hospital or something."

"Oh you don't mean that Silly." She said, placing her hand on his chest.

John looked around frantically and was relieved to see Stacy and Torrie walking towards them, both deep in conversation. "Stacy!" He called.

"Who is that?" Tessa said darkly.

The leggy blonde saw him and waved as she walked over. "Hey, what's goin—"

John cut her off as he pulled her towards him and kissed her. "I'm sorry." He whispered as they broke apart.

"John." Tessa cried. "How could you do this to me?"

Stacy shrugged as she stepped closer to John. "Sorry Sweetie, he should have told you, but he's mine."

Tessa looked between all of them, including Randy who was on the floor he was laughing so hard, and walked away with a huff. Batista helped Randy up from the floor with some difficulty.

"Cena, don't you dare ever kiss me again or I will tell Andrew and he will kick your butt." Stacy threatened as she and her best friend walked away. Torrie started laughing too and Stacy hit her on the arm to try and get her to stop.

"Smooth Casanova." Randy smirked. "Real smooth."

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