Chapter Five: Not Much Of A Drinker

Randy pulled Kali closer to him, rubbing his hands up and down her back. He looked over Dave glaring at the two of them and smiled to himself. He loved making the big man jealous. "Hey," he whispered, bringing his lips down to her ear, "I'm gonna get a drink, do you want one?"

She looked up at him , and nodded. "Just a diet coke for me okay? I'm not a big drinker"

"Come on, Kali," Randy said, "You're here to have fun. Why don't you get something… A little harder?" He smiled mischievously at her.

"Fine, have them put some rum in it," she relented.

"One rum and coke coming right up," Randy told her, looking very pleased with himself.

Kali looked over at Dave, he was dancing rather seductively with a thin brunette. He locked eyes with her, and she felt something surge through her. Jealousy? Perhaps. Disappointment, definitely. She turned away from him, crossing her arms over her chest. She swayed slightly to the music, closing her eyes. She jumped when she felt something ice cold touch her shoulder. Randy had come back with her drink. "That wasn't nice," she scolded, taking the cup from him. She took a sip, and grimaced at the taste of the rum.

"That was a cute face," Randy teased. She glared, and finished the cup off in in one big swallow. "That's my girl!" Randy cried, "Another?"

"Why not? I'm here for fun, right?" Randy hurried off to the bar, and Kali again looked over at Dave. He was watching her closely. She smirked at him, feeling slightly more confident thanks to the small amount of alcohol running through her system. Randy returned a few minutes later, carrying two glasses.

"Cheers," He said, tapping his glass to hers.

"Cheers," She replied, tilting her head back, letting the fiery liquid pour down her throat.

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Hunter sat back at the bar and just watched the show. Kali and Dave were both trying to get at each other, doing what they could to make the other jealous, and it was entertaining. Dave was clearly drunk and Kali was definitely on her way, finishing her fifth rum and coke. She was beginning to sway, and not to the rhythm of the music. Hunter felt a protective urge come over him when she stumbled and fell onto her knees. But Randy was there to help her up. He was no where near as drunk as she was, having only had two drinks. He led her over to the bar, and sat her down next to Hunter.

"Hi there, H," Kali slurred, giggling stupidly at calling him "H". She laid her head on his shoulder and grinned widely up at him.

"Hey Kali, having a good time?" he asked, looking at Randy with hard eyes.

"I'm gonna go get some... ,"Randy didn't finish, he just backed away and headed for the bathroom.

"Do you see that ass- that asshole over there?" Kali demanded, glaring at Dave. "And look at the skinny skank. Stupid bish, I mean bitch." Hunter smiled at her, shaking his head.

"Well, why aren't you over there dancing with him?" He asked.

"Is she prettier than me? I mean she's skinny," Kali said. "Am I fat?' She suddenly whined, looking at Hunter, who burst out laughing. "What does that mean!" she demanded in high pitched tone.

"Kali, you're not fat," he assured her, putting an arm around her shoulder. "And you're just as pretty as her. If not prettier."

"Are you sure?" she asked, sounding absolutely tragic.

"Of course, so now why don't you go dance with Dave?" he suggested.

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John wrapped his arm around Sara's shoulders as they walked off of their plane in Laughlin, he wanted to feel her next to him. "What?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Nothing," he answered, " I just like having you here with me." He placed a kiss on her forehead.

It was all Sara could do to keep from giggling like a school girl. Right then, at that exact moment, she was completely safe and content with the world. She wished everyone around them could feel what she was feeling. "You've got a dopey grin on your face," He said.

"I'm sorry," she said, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

"Are you thinking about earlier? Because if you want, we can go find a bathroom and…" John said suggestively. Sara hit him playfully.

"As good as that sounds, I don't think so. What we need to do is find our bags and go check in at the hotel," she said, trying to be the voice of reason. John didn't seem to be hearing her. He stopped her and pulled right up against him.

"I don't know, I'm really likin' the bathroom idea," he whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine.

"People are watching," she said, not succeeding very well at resisting him.

"So? Maybe they'll learn something," he said, brushing his lips on her neck. She closed her eyes and suppressed a moan.

"John!" she cried suddenly, pushing him away. "Stop!" Her cheeks had gone from light pink to a brilliant shade of red. She wrapped her hand around his and pulled him through the terminal to baggage claim. While they stood waiting, he put his arms around her waist and rested his head on hers. He saw a group of girls standing a few feet away whispering and pointing at them.

"We've been recognized," he told her. Sara turned and saw the girls.

"Mind if we give 'em a show?' she asked, looping her arms around his neck.

"Oh, so it's okay when you want to," he teased, pulling away from her. "Nah, I'm good, but thanks for the offer. It gave my ego an amazing boost."

A/N:

Thanks so much for the reviews, I'm so happy people are actually liking my work.I'll try not to make the story too "Mary Sue", whatever that means (lol, but seriously, what does that mean?). I'm really glad you guys like it. I'm gonna try to have another chapter tonight, after all, Smackdown should be good inspiration, right? Thanks again! Tanfalath