Disclaimer: shakes 8 ball Do I own the WWE or anything mentioned in this piece? No Are you sure? Yes
Rating: PG- 13; merely cuz the author has a foul mouth
Pairings: Stacy-Randy, Stephanie-Chris J., Lita-Batista. Mentions of Victoria-Edge, Matt-Trish.
Notes: Just a piece that popped into mind, after watching one of the SummerSlam promos, where Batista yum break dances. No present story lines used, just the characters mentioned. OOC-ness ahead, you've been warned.
Keys: ' ' thoughts; italics emphasis
Thanks to: Mrs. Orton 1048975, bikerbunny, Latisha C., aussiewrestlingfan, huntersgirl, randysgirl and alex for the reviews. My apologies for delay in chapter. Further rambling at the bottom.
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Stacy, Randy, Stephanie and Chris lead the way down the street, while a comfortable silence settled over the two slightly straggling behind. While the two did manage to hear the trail ends of the vibrant conversation; neither particpated. Instead, Lita's hazel eyes trailed over the cracks in the sidewalk and to the silhouettes of the parked cars, just cast on the street. For his part, Dave kept up the silence, but still masked a worried glance to the diva at his side.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Came the soft, yet inquistive voice.
Dave shrugged his shoulders just slightly, jamming his hands into his pockets. "Just that it's nice to be away from the ring..and"
"Away from Hunter?" The diva intoned playfully, yet somehow he knew she was serious.
"Just away from the hustle and bustle," He half shrugged, sending a sideways glance to the normally vivacious redhead. "You've been awfully quiet yourself, you know."
Lita shrugged it off, absently tugging her light jacket tighter around herself. "Just thinking, that's all"
An eyebrow raised just slightly. "Penny for your thoughts?"
A bitter laugh escaped the redhead, "Doubt they're worth that much, but." She let out a soft sigh, her arms swinging freely at her sides. "I just wonder, you know? About how different all of us are..and yet. Here we are, in what seems like an almost weekly outing."
"I don't think we're that different," Dave replied honestly, flicking a glance to the group ahead of them. "I mean..Chris, Stephanie, Stacy and yourself have known each other for awhile. If anyone, I'd say Randy and me are the outsiders here."
Lita's nose scrunched up at that statement, before she stated rather bluntly. "I think we're all outsiders."
"Which is another reason why, we're not all that different." He concluded logically. "Sure, Randy and I are with Evolution but we're not entirely with Evolution.."
"Obviously," Lita muttered softly, yet due to their proximity; the slightly bitter utterance reached the ears of the man walking next to her.
Dave frowned thoughtfully, his mind replaying the sequence of events that had really lead up to all of these moments. "And as I said, the four of you have known each other for awhile. Given certain circumstances, I know that we can't act 'chummy' all the time but--"
"It's as good as it'll get," Lita reasoned, hazel orbs fluttering closed for a moment. "Yeah, I guess we're not all that different."
...
Silence fell over the two once more, comfortable and yet slightly dampered. Meanwhile, ahead of them..
"I hate seeing her like this," Stephanie bit her lower lip in concern, exchanging a look with the blonde diva. "I mean, she's getting somewhat better but--"
"It'll just take some time," Stacy finished, a quick glance sent back to the redheaded diva in question. "And it's a slow process but it's not as bad as it was before."
"And if you just leave well enough alone," Chris broke in quietly. "Then everything will sort itself out. We should know from experiance that the last thing Li needs, is any outside interference."
"But she needs us Chris," Stephanie protested quietly, a frown marring her once placid features. "And I don't know what else to do."
"Which is why we're taking her out tonight," Chris offered in consoltation. "And why we have been for the past three weeks..Steph, if we try to interfere any more than this?"
"Oh don't tell me you're giving up that easily," Stephanie raised a brow in disbelief at the blonde Canadian. "We need a plan."
"No way," Chris was quick to protest. "I am not participating in one of your grand schemes of matchmaking and I am definately not orchestrating one. Last time we had such a fiasco on our hands.."
Stephanie rolled her eyes, "But it worked itself out didn't it? The proof is meeting us at the club."
"I'm still not doing it Stephanie" Chris shook his head firmly at the brunette at his side. "What if it doesn't work?"
"I don't think Dave would be too appreciative of it either," Randy offered quietly before World War Three threatened to break out. "Honestly, he doesn't really rely on people to begin with so.."
"There ya go then," Chris sent a triumphant grin down at his girlfriend. "Dave wouldn't want our help, we know Lita doesn't want it. End of discussion. Case closed. Moving on."
The remainder of the walk to the club was silent, save for the light hearted banter between the gentlemen. Stacy dropped back to walk alongside the redhead and for her part? Stephanie quietly schemed. She was determined to get the two of them together by the end of that night and absolutely nothing was going to stop her.
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When they finally reached the club, endured the wait to get inside and finally were inside; they were greeted by Victoria and Adam as promised. The raven haired diva grinned from ear to ear as the six made their way inside.
"What took you so long?" She practically yelled over the house music streaming through the sound system.
Lita rolled her eyes, thumbing sideways to the long legged blonde as she yelled in response. "All her fault!"
Victoria nodded knowingly before she wrapped up the three ladies for a quick hug. "We've got a booth towards the back."
Limbs untangled as the ladies made their way back to their respective males sides. And for the briefest of moments, Lita hesitated. Another set of hazel eyes followed her gaze at what appeared to be a male about the same height as Matt involved in a heavy display of public affection with a petite blonde. The redhead inwardly shuddered, instincts telling her to retreat. And retreat she would have if not for the hand gently and strategically placed at the small of her back. Lita sent a puzzled glance over her shoulder to the owner of said hand and Dave merely shrugged in response.
"We're here to have fun, so lets go follow everyone else before we lose sight of them."
The redhead mustered a smile, complying silently with the request.
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As the night wore on, the group of wrestlers and divas settled into their 'usual' club routine. Stacy and Stephanie conned their respective boyfriends into dancing most of the night, if they agreed to one game of pool. Currently, the blonde and bruntte tandems were at one of the pool tables. Victoria and Adam were occupying one corner of the dance floor, near the booth; while Lita was still tucked away in said booth awaiting the arrival of her chosen drink.
"And a strawberry daquiri for the lady," Dave allowed a small smile as the beverage was set before the diva. "Will there be anything else?" He tilted his head in question, waiting a moment before he slid in opposite her.
The redhead grinned impishly, grasping the glass by the stem. "That'll be all thanks."
"Just want to make sure," He shrugged slightly, a beer in his right hand. "So, how many times have Stacy and Stephanie bugged you to get out on the dance floor?"
Lita rolled her eyes, staring down the pinkish liquid in the glass. "More than I care to remember..and we haven't even been here a full hour."
"Actually, we've been here more than that," Victoria offered casually as she and Adam stood near the booth. "Cos, Adam and I were waiting a good ten minutes..and we got here around 9:00. So," The raven haired diva grasped her boyfriends wrist, a passing glance at his wristwatch before her attention returned to the redhead. "Since it's almost 11:00, really you've been here two hours."
"Thank you Sherlock," Lita nodded solemnly before a sip of her daquiri was taken. "Does that mean I can leave in an hour?"
Victoria raised a brow, leaning forward to rest her hands on the table. "If you want to face the firing squad..please Cinderella, feel free to leave at midnight."
"And be thankful that this time," Adam finally joined the conversation, sliding in next to Dave. "We didn't head to the karaoke bar. You can thank Randy and Chris for that."
"Ugh," Lita made a face before she took another sip of her drink. "I am never going back to a karaoke bar with those two." She shot a look of mock disdain towards Stacy and Stephanie. "Not that I frequented those places in the first place, but now?"
"It's a pure torture session," Victoria finished, sending a sympathetic look to Lita before she slid in next to the redhead. "But seriously Li, you should go dance."
"Mm," Lita shrugged as she sat back, her drink glass grasped between her hands. "After I finish this and then I still wanna think about it."
"Think about what?" Stacy's bright voice entered the conversation as she and Randy meandered back over. "You are dancing with me and Steph later, right?" The long legged diva sent a hopeful look to the redhead. "You have to"
"I don't have to do anything," Lita reminded rather bluntly, rolling her eyes at the blonde. "Consider yourself lucky that I even came here with y'all."
"Well if you hadn't," Stacy began thoughtfully, leaning back in her boyfriends embrace. "Stephanie would've dragged you.."
"Kicking and screaming all the way," Lita remarked sardonically. "I can plan my own social life, thanks."
Stacy frowned, but before she could open her mouth to retort; Randy whispered gently to her.
"Remember what Chris said earlier?" The brunette wrestler rested his chin on his girlfriends shoulder. "Li is just Li. Let her handle things on her on terms."
The long legged diva inwardly sighed, but nodded in compliance. "So.."
"Since, Stacy and I lived up to our end of the bargain." Stephanie began with authority as she and Chris re-joined the scene. "Who else is joining us on the dance floor?"
"I told Vi, that after I finish this," Lita held up her daquiri in her defense. "I'd get on the dance floor. So, if you let me drink in peace. I'll dance with you and Stace later."
A brow raised at that, Stephanie tracing a perfectly manicured nail along her jawline. "The terms seem pretty acceptable," She frowned thoughtfully, wondering how much of the redheads statement was true. "And I'm holding you to that missy."
"Okay mom," Lita playfully stuck out her tounge before she took another sip of her drink. "Now be gone so I can drink in peace." The redhead smiled sweetly, an obligatory wave sent in the direction of the departing four.
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"Some things never change," Adam remarked thoughtfully to the redhead. "Just different scenarios."
"And victims," The redhead put in, shaking her head ruefully. "I just wish she'd take a hint and leave well enough alone."
Victoria exchanged a look with Adam, before she opened her mouth to retort. "So you're telling me that..spending every night after RAW with a half pint of ice cream and sappy movies is well enough alone?" She raised a brow at the redhead, who was now paying close attention to the remainder of her drink. "I know we all have our ways of dealing with things, but Li--"
"Then as my friend, you'll stop right now." Lita spoke up quietly but firmly. "Matt and I had a very complex, very long standing relationship. And yeah, it hurts. Yeah, I feel like my heart is being ripped out and stomped on every time I see him with her." Her head lolled back, the redhead raking her hands through the ends of her locks. "I wish I could just pretend it's not happening and I wish I could pretend that they aren't there. But they are."
Victoria nodded in agreement, but wouldn't comment further. The redhead had confided in her recently about the amount of heartache she was enduring. But, the raven haired diva noted; the one that Lita was confiding in the most had not said a word about the ordeal. Not that night, or any other night for that matter. And now, as the diva looked across the table at the stoic face of Dave Batista; she came to the conclusion that his commentary would be null.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Lita announced, nudging the raven haired diva gently. "And no, I'm not going to try and climb out the window..this week."
"You better not." Victoria shook her finger admonishingly at the redhead. "Stephanie'll kill me if you do."
"On second thought.." Lita began playfully, ruffling the long blonde mane of her now slightly flustered Canadian friend. "Oh come on, Adam take a joke." The redhead rolled her eyes at the man in question before she sauntered off towards the bathrooms.
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Six sets of eyes followed her fleeting form from the booth, but one would quickly lock on a devious pair heading in the same direction.
"Shit," Dave muttered quietly as the blonde and brunette from earlier appeared in view. "Matt and Trish are here."
"Wonderful." Victoria shook her head. "I mean, seriously. What are the chances that they would be here too?"
"Slim to none." Adam made a face, holding back the urge to rip Matt's head off. "Which means we're very lucky."
"I'll head to the bathroom..see if I can't stall Lita." Victoria winced slightly, before adding as an afterthought. "No pun intended." She offered a quick smile to the remaining two before she slid quickly out of the booth; narrowly avoiding Matt and Trish on her hasty march towards the bathroom.
"Okay, so that's one crisis averted." Adam remarked quietly to the big man beside him; his own eyes following the path that his girlfriend had recently made. "Let's just hope that Stephanie or Chris don't notice."
Beside him, Dave raised a brow. "Would Chris say or do anything stupid?"
Adam snorted, raking a hand through his blonde locks. "Normally? Yes. With Stephanie around the chances either go up or down. Depending on the victim..or subject matter at hand. Considering that it's Trish and Matt? The chances are highly likely that Chris would do something stupid." He shook his head, a faint smile corssing his features before he continued. "Chris saying something stupid? That is always a given."
Dave nodded his head slightly, "Then how about you keep Chris and Randy on the dance floor." He sent a quick glance to the four out on the floor, then back towards the bathroom area. "Or at least distract them long enough for Victoria to get Li back here safely."
"Gotcha." Adam nodded shortly before slipping out of the booth to carry out his task.
For his part, Dave casually watched Matt and Trish. Of course, the mere sight of them did disgust him..but perhaps he was just being sympathetic to the redhead's situation. Whatever the case, he shifted slightly; both to get a better vantage point of the diabolical duo and of the enterance to the bathroom. The faintest sigh of relief escaped him as the two divas slipped out and past Matt and Trish.
'One crisis averted. Barely.'
Now he could only hope that they would make it back to the booth. And, just as it appeared that Lita would catch sight of the offending pair; Stacy and Stephanie made a swift approach. With the two flanking the redhead, and Victoria still within safe distance; Lita was half dragged out to the dance floor. But, before he moved to join the rest of them; Dave's glance followed the grusome twosome. Thankfully, it looked like they were leaving; where to he really didn't know. Whether they were leaving the club, he really could care less just as long as they were leaving from the redhead's line of sight.
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Fifteen minutes later, and everyone was still on the dance floor. House music, techno beats and remixes of the hip hop and R&B scene engulfed them. And while she wasn't exactly enthused about being there, the redhead was trying her best to make the most of this situation. Graceful as she was in the ring, graceful as she wasn't on the dance floor. Currently the redhead was facing towards the long legged blonde, her hips swaying instinctively to the pulsating music around them. Lita exchanged a smile with her blonde friend as she leaned back slightly into the arms that were around her waist. This feeling of comfort was an all too familar one..and yet was very foreign. Or at least recently. The redheaded diva found it odd that, the very man she once sought comfort in; was now the very source of her pain. Or at the very least, a catalyst to the pain. The redhead also found it odd, that her current source of comfort; had been one she had been turning to quite often. Perhaps more often than she cared to admit to herself. However, as the grip around her waist tightened just slightly; instead of stiffening..the diva just relaxed further.
"Jerk alert, thirty feet." Adam quite hissed into Dave's ear as he and Victoria half danced, and half stood next to the pair. "And heading this way."
"Huh?" The man in question, lazily opened one eye. Glancing first to his side, then down at the red locks nestled against his chest. "What's up?"
"Att-may and Rish-tay are heading this way." Adam ground out under his breath, discreetly gesturing with his head towards the pair in question.
"Lovely," Dave muttered under his breath, his arms tightening a fraction more around the redhead. Sheilding her as best he could. "Li, you wanna take a break?"
Hazel orbs laced with curiousity turned upwards. "What for? I'm finally enjoying myself and--"
The redhead stopped dead in her sentence when her eyes roamed, locking on the sight of an approaching Matt Hardy and Trish Stratus in the distance. Lita's eyes narrowed faintly, her jaw tightening as she turned in Dave's embrace with a purpose.
'Thank God for the high heeled sandal'
The redhead mustered her nerve as she perched slightly on tip toe; thankful that with her added height she could just reach Dave's ear.
"I need you to do me a favor," She implored quickly. "Kiss me."
Dave's eyebrows rose to his forehead. "I don't think that's a good--"
"If you're really my friend, you'll do this." Lita pleaded further, debating whether or not to play the trump card. "Please"
"I really don' think it's a good idea." Dave intoned once more, desperately hoping for a way out of this. Soon.
A slightly flustered, if not muffled sigh escaped the redhead as she leaned forward to rest her face on his shoulder. She nodded just slightly against him, but whether it was in agreement with him or to affirm her own choice? One couldn't tell. However, the redheads intention was soon made clear as she lifted her face. Lita squared her shoulders, hoping that as her friend; Dave would forgive her for what she was about to do.
"Sorry," The diva murmered to her friend before she clasped her hands behind his neck gently leading his face towards hers. And before he could react, counter act or do anything to prevent it.
Lita kissed him.
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End Part Two.
Author Rambling.: Now, I just want to take a moment to apologize again for the delay in getting this series wrapped up. It will be a short series as I had originally intended. But, every time I tried to write this part (or anything involving this pairing) I just couldn't do it. It seems my Lita-Batista muse decided to take a vacation. But, alls well and good now. So hopefully, you'll review.