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Summary: Dawn and Lita get a little bit more than they bargained for when they agree to let a friend play matchmaker.
Pairings: You'll see.
Notes: No set timeline really, just the rosters are joined. Come to think of it, this story uses none of the present storylines (obviously). But, hm. How about before the whole Chris/Trish storyline and tossing the public break-up with Matt in earlier. So just work with me, and we'll be okay. Also, the writing style is a tad different from my usual, but I wanted to try something different.
Funky In Fishnet- I am a huge fan of alternate and/or non conventional pairings. Most, if not all of my stories have at least one.. The point is, your review meant a great deal to me.
My thanks and gratitude to: Latisha C., Shadown Shawnna, MissPhillipinesSuperStar, wwefan01, Myth87 and CNIMBWM for the reviews!
As planned, the respective dates and their appointed 'supervisors' met up after dinner.
Of course, Eddie and Jeff stuck around long enough to drop off their passengers; the two having received instructions to do just that before they had arrived at the hotel. As a result, Dawn and John tried to put more distance between themselves and the redhead once they had gotten inside the club. Much to their surprise, however, Lita wasn't on the warpath.. Rather, the redheaded Diva looked to be enjoying herself, chatting amiably with Randy from the moment they exited Jeff's rental car. But that still didn't mean that Dawn was going to take the chance of setting the Sanford resident off. Which was why, when the six were safely inside the chosen club, Dawn made a beeline for the dance floor; dragging a slightly bewildered John along with her.
"Well.." Trish blinked at the brunette's back. "That was.. Odd."
Lita shrugged, the four soon settling at a booth. "It's just Dawn being Dawn.." She waited a beat, "And why didn't you or Dawn say anything about her already dating John?"
The Canadian Diva shrugged in turn, "We really didn't think it would make that much of a difference. I mean, there were plenty of times that you did turn down the offer to club hop."
"And with good reason," the redhead snorted as she settled back in the booth. "You both mean the world to me, no doubt about that.. But there are times when I'd rather be alone."
The blonde woman nodded, "Honestly, if you want to know why.. You'd have to ask Dawn, because I'm not sure."
Lita offered a nonchalant shrug, "I'll keep that in mind then." She smiled wryly, "Though I do have to give the two of you credit.. More so Dawn, I guess."
Trish eyed her skeptically, forearms coming to rest on the table surface. "How so?"
Lita rolled her eyes, "I had my suspicions, but nothing really beyond that." An eyebrow raised, "I mean when one of you is late getting back.. Sure, I can understand, but when it's both of you?"
"So, we had a few double dates that went late.." Trish smiled winningly, "Look on the bright side.. You had the hotel room to yourself for a while."
Chris sent a curious look between the two, "All three of you in one hotel room without bloodshed?"
Trish shook her head, lacing one of his hands with hers. "No, sweetie.. Li was the alternating roomie between myself, Dawn and Vikki."
"Speaking of Vikki," hazel eyes idly glanced to the dance floor before shifting back to Trish. "Where is she?"
"Probably back at the hotel with Dave," the reply originated from the redhead's left. "I'm pretty certain I saw her, before I met up with John and Chris."
Trish nodded slowly, "Yeah.. Vikki had said she already made plans for tonight." A slight frown, "She also said that, she might meet up with us here."
A brief moment of silence fell, broken when the redhead burst into a fit of laughter.
The other three eyed her cautiously, Trish finally questioning the redhead. "Is everything alright, Li?"
"Yeah.. Just thinking that's all."
Trish blinked, "About what?"
Lita hesitated, glancing briefly to her left before she explained. "It's just.. You're dating Chris, Dawn's dating John and Vikki's dating Dave, right? I guess I'm finding it hard to believe that one of you three hadn't thought of this before."
The Canadian Diva giggled, "We did actually.. Right after Dawn hooked up with John." Hazel eyes glanced between Randy and Lita. "We just didn't think the two of you would be so hot about the prospect."
Randy raised an eyebrow, "So what changed between then and now? I mean, how were you so sure this would work?"
Trish shrugged, stating bluntly: "I never said it would work.. Especially given how the two of you reacted back at the hotel."
Lita made a face, "That still doesn't answer the question, blondie."
"I'm not really sure what changed.." Trish slouched slightly in the booth. "As far as me, Dawn and Vikki are concerned.. It was a matter of getting Li here out and about again.. As for you," she glanced to Randy. "You'd have to ask John."
Randy snorted, "Somehow I doubt John has it in him.."
Trish held up her hands in mock defense, "Well.. Dawn and I may have dropped a few hints.. But, in our defense we never said you specifically. That part, was all John's doing."
The four remained at the booth for a good fifteen minutes.. Discussing random things and not so random things at will. It wasn't to say that they didn't want to join Dawn and John on the dance floor, just that this really wasn't their scene. Sure, they were all up for a good night out, but in most cases.. It would be far away from club and house music. But, since they were there to have a good time, eventually they did move from the booth.. Just not all of them. While Trish did manage to talk Chris into joining her on the dance floor, Lita and Randy opted for a game of pool. Trish assured Dawn that Lita wasn't out for blood, but suggested that perhaps the brunette speak with the redhead later that week. It was during the game of pool that Victoria and Dave entered the club, the pair in question heading for the redhead and the self proclaimed Legend Killer.
"Li.. Randy," Victoria nodded in greeting. "Mind if we join?"
"Vikki.. Dave," Lita replied, shrugging all the same. "I really don't care." Smiling wryly to the dark haired woman she added: "I need to kick your butt in pool, anyway.. Even up the score."
Victoria snorted, shrugging out of her jacket. "We'll see about that, now won't we."
Hazel eyes glinted with an unspoken challenge. "I'm telling you Vikki, my luck is changing."
"Alright then, hot shot." The dark haired Diva brandished a cue, "How about you put your money where your mouth is and we have a little friendly wager?"
Lita grinned, setting the chalk down. "You're on." Raising an eyebrow she continued: "8 or 9 ball?"
"Hey pool sharks," Dave glanced between the two Diva's, a small gesture between himself and Randy. "Aren't you forgetting about us?"
Victoria and Lita exchanged a look, the California native speaking first. "Well, if we make it 8 ball, we can play in pairs." Dark eyes turned to Randy, "If you're up to getting your ass kicked."
Randy scoffed, "More like you and Dave will get your asses kicked."
The D.C native raised an eyebrow, using the cue stick in his hand as a gesturing tool. "I don't think so, pal." He pointed between the third generation wrestler and the pool table, "Rack 'em."
Lita eyed her date skeptically, the two now standing opposite Dave and Victoria. "Are you any good?"
"Of course I am," Randy rolled his shoulders before racking up the pool balls. "Trust me on this, we won't lose."
Victoria smirked, "Ya know.. Maybe Vince should consider a billiards league.. That'd probably go over better then the XFL."
Lita rolled her eyes, "The chances of that happening are about as likely as the women's division getting another belt." She picked up the cue ball, glancing sideways to Randy. "Who's breaking?"
Randy made an open gesture, stepping back from the pool table. "Ladies first."
The redhead snorted, leaning slightly over the pool table. "I'm really no lady in the prim and proper sense, but for arguements sake.." Lita trailed off, aligning her cue with the cue ball. "Vikki, Dave? Prepare to lose."
Dave and Victoria rolled their eyes in response, Randy smirking broadly as a striped ball sunk into a side pocket.
"I guess that makes us stripes then." Randy switched spots with the redhead, moving further alongside the pool table. "Nice shot, by the way."
Lita shrugged nonchalantly, "When ya play enough pool.. Sometimes you get good."
"Sheer luck," Dave stated with a roll of his shoulders. "You two are going down."
Randy shrugged in response, forgoing a verbal comment to sink the next shot. "That shot says.. No."
Victoria shook her head, "So you got lucky with the break and the second shot.. Big freakin--"
"Bank shot.." Lita cut her off, nodding to the chosen striped ball. "Just watch.."
"Nice." Randy commented first, "And now to make it four down.."
Dave snorted, "And here you said you couldn't play pool."
The third generation wrestler glanced up before he took the shot. "I lied." Randy waited a a moment, watching as the ball sunk into the pocket. "How much are you two paying us again?"
The dark haired Diva rolled her eyes, "And what makes you so sure you're gonna win, huh? One of you might scratch." She frowned, "Unless Li's also been lying about how she can't play pool."
The redheaded Diva grinned innocently, "I wasn't exactly staying in all those nights that you, Dawn and Trish went out.. Sometimes Eddie, Rey, Rob and I were at a pool hall." Sinking her shot, she amended: "Most of the time, now that I think about it."
Dave smirked, "I'm going to take a wild guess and say you ran into Randy there?"
"Not really," Randy replied as he lined up for the next shot. "Saw each other, maybe but that was about it."
The conversation continued to flow easily as the pool game finished with a rare shutout. Of course, Victoria and Dave did question if their fellow superstars were also moonlighting as professional pool hustlers. Both Lita and Randy denied the 'accusation', the four then setting up for a re-match.. But only after Dave and Victoria paid for a round of drinks. The stipulation for the re-match was the same, the losers buying the next round for the four. And while they took their break between games; Dawn, John, Trish and Chris meandered back from the dance floor. It was back at the booth that they discussed exactly when they would be leaving the club.. Especially since only four of them had taken their own rental cars. Eventually it was arranged for Dawn and John to hitch a ride back with Trish and Chris, while Randy and Lita would head back with Dave and Victoria. That made the most sense anyway since Lita's room-mate for that night just happened to be the raven haired Diva. And once designated drivers had been appointed; the eight split for the dance floor or pool tables.