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Lita shifted uncomfortably in her seat. In front of her, Dawn Marie was fast asleep -- and snoring -- while John was drifting in and out. Randy had dozed off not long after the plane had reached it's cruising altitude. And even though Lita had fallen asleep in the car on the way to the airport, now it was an entirely different story. It wasn't like she could open her window or anything either, because it was still early in the morning..and really all she would be able to see? Would be dark, indistiguishable patches. Plus, if she turned the overhead light on; she would risk waking up the two in front of her and Randy. Speaking of Randy, the clip on earrings he had been wearing were now stashed in the front pocket of Lita's backpack. While the decorative trash -- in Cena's words, not Lita's -- had been stashed in Dawn Marie's carry on. The redheaded Diva wished then, that she had a camera so she could've captured the look on the Legend Killer's face; when he was told to take off his pants. It was highly unlikely that someone like Randy Orton would ever agree to get dressed like that again..and somehow Lita couldn't really blame him. But, to his credit, Randy didn't look all that bad. Given, it was a far cry from his normal custom made suits, but all in all; he looked good. At least in Lita's opinion and the redhead really didn't know if that counted for much.
"What's wrong with you?" a quiet voice interrupted her train of thought.
Lita raised a brow, glancing to her side. "Can't sleep."
Randy blinked groggily at the Diva, "Even though we've been awake since.."
"Yesterday morning?" Lita supplied then, "I don't get it either." The redhead shrugged, sweeping loose locks from her face, "I guess I'm just over tired."
"Understandable," Randy replied with a yawn. "What's the inflight movie?"
Lita's nose scrunched, "I wasn't paying attention.."
The Legend Killer rolled his eyes, inching his chair upwards a touch. "Did you bring a book?"
"It's in my backpack, but..I don't want to risk waking up Dawn." Lita rolled her eyes, leaning her head against the shut window. "Trust me, it's not a pretty sight."
Randy smirked, "From the sounds of it? I'd say not..."
A spanse of silence followed, before Lita quietly mentioned: "I hate nonstop, coast to coast flights."
The Legend Killer blinked, "It could be a lot worse.."
Lita's face scrunched up, "And how could it be worse? It's some odd hour in the morning, we're stuck on a plane for five hours--"
"We could be on the plane longer, we could be sitting behind a screaming child." Randy shrugged, a smirk forming on his lips. "And you could be sitting next to a bald, unattractive, fat guy."
Lita rolled her eyes, her tone laced with sarcasm. "That makes me feel so much better Randy, really. I find so much comfort in the fact that I'm sitting next to you."
An eyebrow raised at that, "You're not just sitting next to Randy Orton, you're sitting next to a very freaky looking Randy Orton."
Lita giggled softly, "You don't look that bad.." Randy gave her an incredulous look, "You don't," the redheaded Diva insisted; a small yawn escaping her then.
Randy just shook his head, returning his chair to the recline position. "Come on, go to sleep." The Legend Killer patted his shoulder, "I might not have as much cushion as a fat guy, but--"
Lita rolled her eyes, "No funny business.." the redhead warned, tentatively resting her head on his shoulder.
Randy rolled his eyes right back, a yawn escaping him. "Just go to sleep."
The former Intercontinental Champion received no response as sure enough, the redhead had drifted off. For his part, another yawn escaped..the Legend Killer soon secumbing to his body's demand to sleep. The remainder of the flight continued on in that silence, the only noise eminating from them was Dawn's loud snoring. The four slept through the inflight movie, the carts rolling past with steaming cups of coffee..and the screaming child four rows back. The only time they did wake up, was when the plane was beginning it's descent into San Francisco. John and Dawn awoke first, the brunette Diva peering between the seats at the two behind them. A smirk formed on her face then, Dawn nudging John so he could view the most recent development. In their sleep, Randy had shifted so he was now using Lita's shoulder for his pillow; loose red locks draping gently over his cheek. Lita's head was resting on his, and if Dawn or John didn't know better...The brunette Diva shook her head, stretching her arms overhead as the flight attendents made their way down the narrow aisle. While at first, Dawn wanted to kick the flight attendent who woke Randy and Lita up; it was well worth it for the twin looks of embarrasment and shock. They mumbled their apologies to each other, and Lita ended up recovering first. Of course, Dawn couldn't resist sending a mischevious smirk to the redheaded Diva, earning her a death glare in response. However, any chances for real conversation were soon null and void when the plane touched down.
The four figured that, since check in time for the hotel wasn't until early afternoon; they would just wander around the city for awhile. Randy and John had been pretty quick to protest that, seeing as how they still had their mesh shirts and dyed hair to deal with. In the end, they compromised; the two following after Dawn and Lita..their hair now covered by baseball caps. And it was then, that Randy and John were thankful that they didn't have any apperances scheduled until later that day. Given, they would still have to deal with their new hair styles, but at least they could ditch the outfits. At any rate, instead of traversing in San Francisco, they ended up across the bay in Berkeley. Lita had commented that they would fit in perfectly there..what with all of the hippies and other assorted 'beings'.
"So..." Randy sent a questioning look to the redhead, "What's the schedule like?"
Lita pursed her lips in thought, pausing to dig the schedule of events from her backpack. "Well, tomorrow we hafta be in Lake Tahoe for a morning autograph session and in San Jose for a late afternoon session. Late this afternoon we have that appearance at Paramount's Great America. And Friday we're split up actually."
Dawn blinked from behind the redhead, "So..what are we doing?"
"We're all supposed to be in Denver, just at different events." The redhead informed them all then, "Wait, sratch that..same event, just different areas."
John rolled his eyes, reaching over Lita's shoulder to snatch the paper away. "Elaborate please?"
"It doesn't say." Lita shrugged, handing the paper over to John. "Just who we hafta report to."
John blinked disbelievingly, "A Renaissance Fair?"
"What's so bad about that?" Dawn raised a brow in question, "Those are pretty fun, you know."
Cena only shook his head, "With the two of you around? I doubt that."
Lita scowled, "And what's so bad about us?"
Randy scoffed at the redhead, "Umm for starters..how about the drastic change in apperance?"
Lita rolled her eyes at the Legend Killer, "Get over it, you look fine."
"Not the point Lita," Randy made a face at the redhead, "You look okay like this, I don't."
"Well, you shouldn't have moved when I was dying your hair."
"Like that would've helped anything."
"If you hadn't, you would've at least looked normal."
"You shouldn't have been dying my hair in the first place!"
"You let me!"
Randy opened his mouth trying to retort, but he came up short. "Well..."
Lita smirked, "Cat got your tounge?"
"He wouldn't have let you, if you hadn't seduced him." Dawn put in quietly, batting her lashes innocently when both Randy and Lita glared at her. "What? I didn't say anything..."
"I didn't seduce," Lita muttered dryly. "I persuaded."
"You had your hands in his shirt!" John pointed out rather quickly.
"Well..." Lita blinked, "I--"
It was Randy's turn to smirk then, "Cat got your tounge?"
Lita stuck out her tounge, "Well at least I didn't paint your nails." The redhead tossed her hair, moving to step off the curb when a car came dangerously close.
"That's why our parents told us to look both ways before crossing," Randy informed the Diva as he steadied her. "What time does the hotel start check in?"
Lita shrugged, grasping Randy's wrist to look at his watch. "About an hour," the redhead replied, her hand lingering for a moment.
Randy nodded, removing his arm from around her waist. "So, how about lunch?"
"Make it to go," John mentioned dryly as the skies started to darken. "It looks like--"
"Rain," Dawn finished for him as the skies started to pour down. "Li, where's your umbrella?"
Lita blinked disbelivingly, "Am I the only one with an umbrella?"
"Yes, and you're sharing with me." Dawn stated as she started digging through the redhead's backpack, "They have hats..they'll be fine."
Lita smirked then, Dawn finally finding the umbrella. "Point..let's go get lunch." The two Diva's huddled beneath Lita's umbrella, Randy and John walking quickly behind them.
By the time they finished lunch and checked into the hotel, the rain had stopped. And as far as the umbrella incident, Randy just added that to the list of why he had to get his revenge on the redhead. He figured that, she might expect it sooner rather than later, so instead of planning it today; he planned it for tomorrow. He knew that he couldn't turn the tables on the redhead, but he could at least make her pay for what she did. Inwardly, he had admitted, that the look wasn't half that bad. Not that he would admit that to Lita, but still..it didn't look all that bad on him. It was certainly a far cry from his normal attire, but a welcome change all the same. Being around Lita the past two days, had been a refreshing change for Randy. Albeit, it was a strange and bumpy change at times, but it was different. At any rate, the four piled into the rental car, Dawn at the wheel with John navigating the way to the amusement park. All the four knew was that, they had to be there by 4:30 and they were scheduled until 6:30. Lita had suggested that they spend some time there afterwards, hang out and just relax. But, Dawn and Randy had been quick to protest, stating that it wasn't often that they had the time to really enjoy a good city like San Francisco. They compromised, agreeing to one extra hour at the park, but only if Lita fully and completely agreed to get dressed up for that night. Randy of course, was quick to point out that it was only fair..Lita got to dress him down, so he should get to dress her up. That in turn, started a petty arguement between the two; but in the end Lita conceded.
"So, who's coming with me?" Lita grinned excitedly to her companions. "There are dozens of kick ass looking rollar coasters here and I hafta go on at least one."
"Yeah?" Dawn crossed her arms then, sending a look over the redhead's shoulder. "What about the lines?"
Lita smirked, "That's what these passes are for.." She held up four passes in between her fingertips, each reading the same..a V.I.P pass of sorts.
"Count me out," Dawn huffed, plopping down on a nearby bench, "I have had enough 'fun' for today and I want to save my energy for tonight."
"I'm tired," John faked a yawn, "I'll just uh..stay here."
Lita turned pleading hazel eyes to Randy, "Please?"
"I'm tired.."
The redhead blinked, grasping one of his hands in hers. "Just two rollar coasters, I promise."
Randy sighed, wondering why this woman had this effect. "That means you're dancing tonight..no questions or excuses.."
Lita grinned instantly, "Deal." The redhead yanked on his hand, dragging the Legend Killer to one of the lines.
Dawn shook her head as the two rushed off, "She is such a brat."
John smirked, "And he's a wimp...that's twice today he's given in to her."
Dawn tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Lita wouldn't acknowledge it anyway...she's so stubborn."
"Ya never know Dawn, I mean look at them." Cena nodded towards the two in the distance, Lita's hands animatedly flying as she and Randy waited in line.
"They would make a pretty cute couple.." Dawn stated wistfully, "But this is Lita we're talking about."
John just shrugged, "Whatever...I don't pay attention to that stuff anyway."
Dawn only rolled her eyes, her attention drifting back to the two as they walked up the stairs to the platform.
"I like sitting in front," Lita mentioned with a grin as she and Randy waited. "It's the best place to sit."
"I figured you would," Randy stated with a shrug, "I don't really care."
"Are you scared?"
The Legend Killer smirked, "Of a rollar coaster? Please."
The two fell silent then as they boarded the rollar coaster, and while Randy had a slightly apprehensive look on his face; he wiped it away quickly. He wasn't about to admit that he was nervous about being on this contraption..and it wasn't that he didn't like rollar coasters. Rather, it was something completely different. Being around Lita, Dawn and John..meant a freedom for Randy that he didn't have with Evolution. A freedom that he was liking and one that he would have to let go of when they re-joined with the rosters. The problem now, was that, he was getting too attached to it. Lita, John and Dawn were all free spirits, no ties, no associations and with no one to answer to. Randy on the other hand, was dictated by Hunter Hearst Helmsley and the ties that came with being in Evolution. It had always bothered him a little bit, but never this much. Not until Lita came along anyway. And despite the fact that she had turned him into a 'freak' earlier that day, he couldn't complain. After all, he still had three more days before he had to go back to being with Evolution..and that meant three more days of freedom. It also meant, three more days of potentially being subjected to the redhead's whims. But to his surprise, Randy didn't mind that thought in the slightest.