First of all, I wanted to thank all of you for the great reviews. This is my first fanfic so it really is encouraging to know that you guys are enjoying it and hopefully I won't disappoint. Secondyly, I disclaim all of the characters. I don't own them, Vince does. And last but not least, the Starbucks scene in this chapter is credited to . You guys should check it out. I thought it was hilarious. An even funnier thing is that the same thing happened to my friend when she went to buy a coffee at Starbucks. Anyways, on with the story, Hope you enjoy it.

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It was 2:00 in the morning as Amy and Trish stumbled over each other as they attempted to make their way to their respective hotel rooms. Both women along with their friends Matt, Adam, Chris, Jay and Terry (Rhyno), decided to spend the night in Chris and Jay's room rather than go out. The beginning of the night had been quite uneventful as the men sat around the television set watching the sports update on ESPN, while Trish and Amy had spent their time chatting about everything and nothing. The women were interrupted from their conversation when Chris approached them and asked them if they would like to participate in their game of poker. Amy and Trish looked at each other puzzled, the guys hardly ever played poker because Chris always kicked their asses in the game and they would always complain that he cheated, and more importantly, they all knew that Trish and Amy had no idea how to play the card game. Chris smiled at them and stopped the thoughts running through the women's minds as he reassured them,

"Don't worry dolls, we aren't playing for money". Both women simultaneously breathed out an "Oh" and smiled.

"Sure, we'd love to play then, but you guys are gonna have to give us a crash course about the game" Amy replied.

"Sure, no problem ladies, but I'm warning you, you can't back out, it won't be as much fun if we aren't all playing together….the guys are setting up everything outside on the patio. I'm gonna just go and order the pizza and get room service to scrounger up some real junk food for us. You can't play poker without junk food. That is against the poker bible and let that be your first lesson of the game, ladies" , and with that Chris walked out of the room.

The girls just looked at each other and laughed, rest assured, when Chris was passionate about something, he always went the extra mile. By the time they both got out to the patio, all the guys were seated around the poker table that they had requested from room service. Trish couldn't help but laugh, the poker table was only meant to fit four people, and though herself and Amy wouldn't take up that much space, their five friends were rather large men and were obviously in discomfort as they squeezed themselves in around the table.

"Ummm…I thought that in poker, only four people are supposed to play at a time?" Amy asked.

"Not necessarily, now both of you take your seats and let's get started. We've got everything here already, except for the pizza but we got plenty of other junk to keep us satisfied until it arrives" replied Jay. Both of them took their seats and looked around the table.

"Well, would it be too much trouble for one of you guys to explain how this game works?" Trish questioned. Adam opened his mouth to brief the women on how the game is played, but before a word could come out, Trish interrupted, "Not you Adam". "Why not?" he asked offensively.

"Because…you suck" Trish said with a laugh while all the other snickered. "Don't feel so bad though, all of them suck too, with the exception of Chris, so Chris, let's save everyone's time and just let you explain the game". The snickers around the table stopped at Trish's comments and Amy and Chris laughed at the others around the table.

After Chris explained the game, he dealt the cards. "Oh by the way dolls, I forgot to mention the stipulation for all the losers" he said. "Stipulation?" both women asked, Amy spoke up, "you didn't even mention that there was a stipulation". Chris looked at the women with as much innocence he could muster. "Oops, my bad bout that…well I'm telling you now. The stipulation is tequila shots. For every round, there's can only be one winner, therefore, the other six people must drink a shot of tequila for every round they lose. Amy and Trish weren't big drinkers, in fact, Trish could probably count on one hand, the amount of times she drank alcohol and when she did, it was never the strong stuff. Regardless, the women agreed.

Four hours later

"I win again" Chris laughed as he watched his drunken friends in amusement. They had been playing for four hours now and they were all having a great time. Chris had won a large fraction of the poker rounds. Adam, Jay, and Terry had won four games a piece, while Matt had only won one. Poor guy wasn't a big drinker either and decided to retire to his room for the night about two hours into the game, claiming to have a massive headache the size of Texas. Amy had offered to retire for night as well and go up with him to the room but he insisted that he would be fine and that she stay and have fun. Amy and Trish had lost every single one of their games and were needless to say, extremely drunk. It was no surprise that they couldn't hold their liquor as good as the men considering that they didn't drink often and that they were much smaller in size. Their only hope was some good sleep. Remembering the women, Chris glanced in Amy's direction as she continued to giggle and prod the television to magically turn on and off at her command. What she didn't know was the Jay had the remote in his hand, pressing the power button each time she slurred out a order to the television screen. His gaze shifted to Trish who was in a fit of giggles on the couch. The alcohol had made her really hyper and it took a great effort from the remaining four men to get her to sit on the couch for more than 2 minutes at a time. She had earlier practiced her future American Idol routine for the guys and Amy.

"So… what do you guys think?" she chirped. Terry noticed a frown suddenly marring her beautiful features. "Why the long face all of a sudden?" Trish looked over at her friends.

"I just realized that it's American Idol, and I'm not American. They won't pick me. Those disrimina..disrim…what's the damn word I'm looking for?"

"Discriminatory?" Adam supplied with a smirk.

"Yeah, that's it. Those discriminatory bastards".

"You know Trish, you could always go on Canadian Idol" Chris reassured her.

"Yeah right, who even watches that show. Besides I think it's quite unfair to show favouritism to the Americans. Well their loss, they're missing out on my God given talent".

Chris laughed to himself as he remember the blonde bombshell in her drunken state. She seemed to have calmed down quite a bit, aside from her fit of giggles.

"Yo dude, me and Adam are gonna head back to our room now, I'm wiped out man" Terry interrupted Chris's thoughts.

"Yeah, alright man, you take care and make sure you get some sleep, all of you should, you're all gonna have a bitch of headache in the morning".

An hour after Terry and Adam left, Chris and Jay decided to escort the two women to their rooms. Both of them were quite sober considering the amount of alcohol they consumed. Chris was sure that they were sober enough to remember tomorrow morning what they did from this point on. Perhaps all the water they forced the two to drink, helped them out a bit. They first dropped Amy to her room that she was sharing with Matt. Next they dropped Trish off to her room which was only a couple doors down from Amy. Trish was rooming by herself for this trip since her regular roommate, Lillian, was sick at home and couldn't make it for this road trip. She always shared with Amy when Matt wasn't on the road with them. She said goodnight to the guys and decided to change her clothes and read a book, since surprisingly, the alcohol hadn't made her tired yet. Maybe the hour she had passed out during the game had freshened her up a bit. She heard a knock at the door, and without even haven the chance to change out of her hip hugger jeans and white baby tee that read "Sweet as Candy", she opened the door half expecting it to be Chris, Jay or Adam coming to make sure she was okay. It wasn't Chris…or Jay…or Adam. It was Randy Orton. Trish's face wore a look of confusion as she looked up at Randy. He smiled at her, "Hey" he said softly.

"Hi…Um…I'm not trying to be rude or anything but is there something I can help you with at 2 in the morning? You know, if you're looking for a little diversity between the sheets, I think Rena Mero is open 24 hours a day." Trish giggled. Randy was ready to defend himself until he realized that just like him, Trish had a bit too much to drink tonight as well. He saw her eyes brighten. "You know, it's quite surprising how popular that occupation is…you know…being paid to have sex with people, I'm pretty sure you can find something in the yellow pages…Oh, Oh, wait…I think I saw a yellow pages in the kitchen, you just wait right there…I'll be back". Trish sped off to her kitchen leaving behind a chuckling Randy. Sure enough, she came back with a big book in hand.

"Sorry, I…um…look, I didn't come here to get the yellow pages so I can call up for sex…I noticed you just walked into your room not too long ago and figured you wouldn't be asleep yet. I just wondering if you wanted to grab a cup of coffee with me. I can't sleep and you're not sleeping, so I figured I'd much rather keep wake with a beautiful women rather than by myself".

Like Trish, Randy had passed out earlier in the morning until the bartender woke him up. Randy wouldn't lie, his head hurt like hell at the moment, but other than that, he wasn't in too bad shape. Not to mention, the coffee would do him some good, and from the looks of things, it would do some good for her as well. He looked at Trish, awaiting her reply.

"You know…you've never really talked to me before, except for that time in the Evolution locker room and since then you've made it a point to avoid me and the rest of my friends. So what's the sudden interest to have coffee with me?" Trish asked, seemingly sobering up quite quickly.

"Well…" Randy said, "I want apologize for that. Paul, Dave and Ric are always telling me what a great person you are and I guess I was too caught up with your rivalry with Gail that I never really gave you a chance. So that's what I'm doing. I'm trying to make amends…and I really want to get to know you".

"Speaking of Gail, I don't think she'd appreciate you having coffee with her worst enemy".

"What difference would it make to you?" Randy questioned.

"You know Randy, I would never knowingly sleep with another woman's man, even if that person happens to be my enemy".

"Look, it's just coffee. Please come with me?" Randy asked and Trish couldn't help herself, he looked so damn adorable. She didn't have a problem with Randy, in fact, she thought he was an extremely good looking guy and it definitely wouldn't hurt to have him on her arm for an hour or two but she didn't want unnecessary complications with Gail. She was sure Gail would jump the gun and accuse her of trying to seduce her man. However, the puppy dog look in his eyes broke her.

"To hell with it, why not?" Trish kicked the yellow pages further into her room as she closed door.

At the Starbucks

Randy and Trish had walked into the Starbucks, and you would think that at 2 in the morning, there wouldn't be much people at all, but there were a few groups of people huddled in different corners. They were probably poets or students studying for an early exam. God knows she had done it one too many times when she went to university. It was her first time at a Starbucks since she usually opted for a Tim Horton's when she was back home in Canada or a coffee as a fast food restaurant when she was on the road.

They waited in line to order and Trish was seriously craving a coffee now that she was standing in there awaiting her turn. When it was their turn, Randy gestured for her to order first.

"Hi, can I get a large cup of coffee".

"Um…look ma'am, if you look at the sign, we don't sell large coffees" the cashier said in an annoyed tone.

Trish wasn't sure what the attitude was about. Perhaps she was intimidated by Trish, hence the attitude. It wouldn't be the first time it happened to Trish. Or perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Trish walked in with an extremely tall, dark and handsome young man on her arm. Whatever the reason was, Trish was in no mood for her bitchiness. She still had that alcohol running through her system, not to mention the fact that she was now craving a coffee and she had no patience for this brat in front of her. She turned to Randy.

"Did she just say that they don't have large cups?" Randy only nodded.

"Look, lady, we use different terms around here. It's Tall, Grande, and Viente not Small, Medium and Large. It's Starbucks lingo".

Trish was beyond annoyed at this point. "What the fuck is that?, Excuse my ignorance, but isn't Tall the opposite of Small?" Trish asked using her hands for visualization. "And what the hell is Viente? What kind of Nazi speech is that? You know what, I know what you people are doing, you guys call small, tall because you want people to feel good about themselves when they have to part with 5 dollars for a small sized urine sample of coffee because the word tall is stuck in their psyche. I see your marketing trickery, you tricky bastards. That's what you guys are, fucking tricky. And what kind of word is Viente? I'll tell you what, it's just some made up word for people to use to make them feel more sophisticated!" Trish raved on. Randy only look on with an amused smirk on his face. For someone who had a lot to drink that night, she was definitely being a smart ass. It was quite funny how true her words rang.

The woman behind the counter looked offended, "Are you trying to say I'm not sophisticated?"

"No" Trish responded, "I'm trying to say you're fucking stupid. Enough with this shit, I can go get a TALL cup of coffee around the corner for 50 cents. And while I'm leaving, why don't you take a Viente razor and shove it up your ass, or you can just use your resources and choke on a biscotti". And with that Trish spun on her heel and walked out of the Starbucks with Randy hot on her heels. As soon as he exited the front door, he started to laugh so hard that he had to hold on to the wall with one hand for support while the other was clutching his stomach. Trish turned around. "What the hell are you laughing at?" She steamed. Seeing him laughing on the street corner made her crack a smile. "It was pretty funny when you think about it, and I may have been really harsh but she deserved it. You don't toy with someone who 's got a lot of alcohol in their system, she's was just being petty for no reason".

Trish and Randy walked back to the hotel and he walked her up to her room. Despite their activities, it was only 2:30. When they reached her door, they made a bit of small talk and then the unexpected happened. He leaned in and kissed her softly. The way his lips rubbed against hers and the way his tongue gently danced with hers made the moment sweet. He handled her with care. After a few more seconds, Trish came to her senses and pushed him away.

"Look, I already told you, this can't happen, you're involved with someone else". Randy looked down at her and smiled. "Didn't I mentioned that Gail and I broke up?" Trish was shocked and before his mouth could capture hers again, she pushed him further back. "I know it may not be my business, but why did you two break up?" Rather than answer the question, Randy only leaned forward and whispered, "It's not important". "Are you sure?" Trish prodded him on. He only nodded before she swiped her room card, opened her room door and pulled Randy in behind her. However, it wasn't before he went into the room that he noticed Gail standing outside of her room staring at the two of them. It dawned on Randy that she had seen the entire thing. He didn't have to sleep with Trish after all but truth be told, it wasn't the first time he entertained the idea of being with the Canadian bombshell. And he actually had fun tonight with her. Well at least there was no pressure to go through with it. As Trish walked out of her room with only a big Maple Leafs Jersey on, Randy knew he wanted her. Gail or no Gail, Trish was beautiful and if it did happen, he definitely wouldn't be thinking about Gail when he had such a beautiful women between the sheets with him. She walked towards him and stopped in front of him, playing with her fingers and biting her bottom lip as she looked up at Randy. He was sure that she hadn't meant for her actions to be a ploy to seduce him, but she was turning him on without even knowing it. Just before he could make a move, she took his hands and pulled him into the bedroom. She walked him to the foot of the bed and then grabbed him by the neck and kissed him. This wasn't the sweet and caring kiss they shared outside of her room, this was raw and aggressive and passionate. He carefully rested her on the bed while he lay on top of her without breaking the kiss. And as he felt her go for his belt buckle, he pulled away.

"Are you sure?" He asked. He wanted to make sure. She bit her lip and nodded as she looked straight into his eyes. He continued a trail of kisses along her lips and neck. They wrestled with each other's clothes, wanting to get as close to each other as possible. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement that this was one night of pure passion. A night where all of the pent up attraction towards each other, that they didn't even know existed until this moment in time, could be let out. Perhaps this was their one night of pure unadulterated sex. There were no attachments, therefore, there were no risks in getting hurt. Of course, real life doesn't work that way and fate always has something in store for us that is quite different from the plans we make for ourselves. Fate always has a way of interfering. Then again, if it didn't, how boring would life be? Randy and Trish were about to find out.