This chapter has been editted, and resubmited. A lot of people didn't understand it before, make sure to read it over again:-)
Amy shook her head, as she silently took a seat across from Randy Keith Orton. He stopped talking to Chris Jericho and cocked his head at her, his famous smirk playing across his features.
"Well, well, well. What could I help you with Miss. Dumas?" She held back a sigh, and mustered a smile for her friend.
"I'm here on the behalf of a certain diva." Randy's smile grew wider, as he tapped a finger on his lip.
"Let me guess, it's Marie right? Man, I've had to beat her off with a stick as of late." He chuckled, causing Chris to elbow him hard in the side. "Maybe it's kind of been the other way around." He stated sheepishly.
"As a matter of fact, I am here about Marie." A coy smirk played across the features of the soon to be women's champion as she leaned across the table. "Try to keep this under wraps." Her eyes landed on Jericho, causing him to nod vigorously. "She was hoping to meet you somewhere tonight, Randy.."
Trish Stratus stood in her locker room, pacing frantically. The night was over, and she had just been informed that Mr. RKO had agreed to meet her somewhere.
Pulling a red tank top out of her bag, she sighed in disgust and dropped it hastily on the ground. "Nothing is good enough!" Amy sighed loudly, and grabbed the blonde's bag.
"Wear this!" She held a pair of tight black pants in her right hand, and a midriff baring black t-shirt to match in her right.
"Oh Amy! You're a genius, that'll look prefect."
"So I've been told." She chuckled softly, as the Canadian ran into the bathroom, without looking back. Grabbing her cell phone, she quickly punched in a number.
"Hello? Randy? Where are you?"
"Getting ready!" A gruff voice replied. The red head took a deep breath, trying hard to keep the venom out of her voice.
"Well hurry!"
"Amy? Are you sure you're okay with this?" When he received no reply he sighed, and plowed ahead. "Well, who the hell cares if you are? We're meeting at The Red, right?"
"What do you think?" The extreme queen jumped, and let out a squeal. Quickly hanging her cell phone up, she spun around to face the other woman. "Who was that?"
"Just a wrong number. You look great, Trish!" And it was true, she did look great. Her hair splayed around her shoulders, and her makeup complimented everything perfectly. Trish let out a soft giggle, and shrugged.
"Well, it wouldn't be possible without you."
"Shut up, Trish. You're going to be late." Wide eyed, Trish grabbed the first pair of shoes she came across in her bag, which just happened to be clogs. "C'mon, I'll drive you." Amy grabbed the blonde's wrist, dragging her out to the car. Once they were both settled, the short journey to The Elbow Room began.
"Here we are." Amy came to a stop in front of the restaurant, and turned her attention to the 3 time Babe of the Year. "Are you going to get out?" Nodding, Trish scurried out of the car, and entered the bar.
AT THE RED
Randy Orton sighed for the billionth time, and waved his hand at the bartender. Grinning, the older man was quick to make his way over. Taking his glass, the man offered him a sad smile, and hurried to refill his glass.
"Girl stand ya up, fella?" He placed the glass in front of Randy, watching as he finished it off in one gulp. "I'm taking that as a yes."
"Correction. I, Randy Orton, do not get stood up." He gave the stranger his patented grin.
"A man's eyes never lie." He sighed, and slumped further into his chair. There was no point in lying to the obviously wise man. "How about I get you another shot." He waved his hand when Randy reached into his pocket retrieving his wallet. "This one's on the house." He grabbed the glass, heading off to refill it. Never looking back, he called over his shoulder, "You can tell me all about it."
AT THE ELBOW ROOM
Trish Stratus's eyes blurred as she looked out over the small dance floor, where couples were happily swinging each other around. She refused to cry, especially over the likes of him. A waitress approached her, offering a sympathic smile as she took Trish's plate.
"Anything else, honey?" She simply shook her head in response. Lying a twenty on the table, she became positive of one thing. She had to get out of there. She sprinted across the dance floor, weaving in between costumers until she reached the door, and burst outside.
She cast her eyes upwards looking at the stars a moment, before allowing herself to cry. "I can't believe he stood me up.."
To go over everything..Amy told Randy he was meeting Maria at the Red. Trish is at the Elbow room, waiting for Randy, who doesn't even know anything about it.. Feedback please!