Chapter Eight: Dave's P.O.V.
"Hey, Randy!" I yelled, running up to the youngest member of Evolution. "Are we rooming together?"
"Yeah and could you give me a ride to back to the hotel? For some reason Paul and Ric left early," he replied.
"Sure, just let me grab my stuff," I said and got my duffel from inside the locker room.
We arrived at the hotel room about a half an hour later.
"So, big man, did you finally get that chick to go out with you?" Randy asked, untying his tennis shoes.
"I asked her out again and she said she'd answer me tomorrow. Why?" I asked, wondering if he'd tell me what he had really said to Jessica earlier that night.
"No reason. Just wondering. Man, I'm starving. I'm gonna order some food. You want any?"
"Nah, thanks anyway. I'm gonna go take a shower," I said and went into the bathroom.
When I came back out, Randy was drinking a beer with a box of Chinese food in front of him.
"So, you want to tell me what you really said to the writer?" I questioned, laying down on my bed.
"I told you, Dave, storylines," he said, not looking at me.
"Did you know you're a piss poor liar?"
"I'm not lying, man."
"Bullshit. I heard Paul and Ric talking. You went and said something to her to make her go out with me the next time I asked."
Randy sighed and ran his hair through his short hair. "Sorry, Dave, but Paul was afraid you'd get mad if you knew. He knew you really didn't want to ask her out for that reason and thought you might need a little help."
"I see how much my faith my friends have in me. They don't even think I can get a girl to go out with me."
"It's not that, man. You just have more respect for women than we do. We know you can't go through with using somebody without a little bit of our help," he smiled.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"You shouldn't. In this business, you need to learn how to use people to get higher up on the ladder."
"Whatever happened to proving yourself?"
"That'll get you nowhere, big man."
"All this coming from some young punk kid, who grew up in a nice home in St. Louis to a 6'6, 318 pound man who grew up on the streets of D.C. and spent several nights in jail for beating the shit out of people," I chuckled.
"Yeah, but you forget. I grew up around this business and my dad grew up around this business. I know how things work," he said, flipping through the channels on the TV and finally deciding on MTV.
"Well, Randy, on thing that I've learned since I've been here: things aren't the way they used to be."