In your eyes

Summary: I knew I wanted to be with him the moment I saw him. I just had to convince him that he wanted to be with me.

(RandyOC..other OC's and various wrestlers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Randy or anyone/anything else associated with the WWE. I do, however, own my OC's. KTHNX.

b A/N/b This is my first fic, so work with me.

CHAPTER 1

There he was, at the other end of the club, at a table by himself, glancing around here and there. Riley and her friend Taylor, mostly Riley; Taylor was telling her to go talk to him, or ask him to dance; I can't dance, however, it would be a good conversation-starter.

Riley friend Taylor's voice interjected itself into Riley's thoughts, breaking them up in the process.

"Riley, you'd better go talk to him soon, before I get drunk enough to go talk to him!" Taylor said, batting her eyes at him.

Riley scoffed.

"You? Ha! All the alcohol in the world couldn't give you enough courage to even babysit. How are you going to talk to a man our age?"

Actually, Riley had no idea how old he was, all she knew was he was hot, and she wanted more than anything tonight to be sitting with that man, talking to him.

All of a sudden, Riley looked at him. He wasn't by himself anymore, but with a rather built blonde man, laughing and cutting up. Then, just like a kick in the face with a golf shoe, his eyes connected with Riley's for a split second, giving Riley just enough time to smile her best smile, and see him wink at her. She knew she had to do it; she had to talk to that man.

"I'm going in," Riley said. standing up with confidence.

"O-RIGHT!" Taylor said, "Tell his friend I said he was cute!" She said, making her way to the dance floor.

Riley was no more than fifty feet away from him, when a leggy blonde walked over to him and sat on his lap. Riley sighed a defeatest sigh, turned around, slumped, and walked away to find her friend on the dance floor.

Moving on to Randy...

Randy sat by himself, waiting on Chris to "grace him with his presence", as Chris would say. He was also glancing around, looking for any decent-looking girls to dance with. He didn't see very much, except 2 girls. He was more intrigued by the brunette than the redhead, as he had a strange fetish for brunettes. The girl was about 6 feet tall, beautiful wavy hair past her shoulders, very long legs, good physique, and very, i very /i long legs. Just as he was checking her out, Chris walked up and sat at the booth across from him.

"WHERE'S ALL THE HOT GIRLS, RANDY!" Chris joked.

"They seem to have gone to a different club tonight," Randy said, "I've only seen 2 so far, besides the divas."

Just then, he noticed the same brunette from earlier stand, and start moving toward where Randy was sitting. Randy attempted to regain his composure, then put on his best smile. He started laughing like Chris just said something funny. She was closing in, when none other than Stacy Kiebler walked up, sitting on his lap.

DAMNIT was all he could think of when Stacy did that. Did she understand the concept of "breaking up"? Guess that RKO left a little lingering damage in the frontal lobe.

"Stace, I'm kind of busy right now," Randy said without even looking at her because his eyes were a little occupied, following the brunette. She was going to the dance floor. Perfect , I thought, then began his expedition to even find out the girl's name if he could.

"Stace, would you get off? I have to piss," he lied. "Like, now?"

He was getting a bit annoyed with her advances, so he picked her up, stood, then plopped her right back on to the booth.

"Chris, I have to talk to you, man, let's go."

Chris followed, and they made their way to the dance floor to find the 2 girls.

A/N : I hope you liked it! I'll be writing 2 soon, it's the finisher for the club!

I enjoy feedback, so please R&R!

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