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Per their previous agreement, Lita was supposed to be getting ready to go club hopping in San Francisco. But as reluctant as Randy had been to wear the mesh shirt and jeans…Lita's reluctance was tenfold. Instead of arguing with her, however, Randy kept his mouth shut. Aside from the fact that there was the more pressing issue of getting his hair back to it's normal shade of dark brown.. Dawn had stepped in to 'help' Lita get dressed. As it were, Lita was the only one not ready to go…and of course the most reluctant to do so.

"Now Lita," Dawn began patiently. "If John can change.." she gestured back to the Dr. of Thuganomics, whom was currently sporting a pair of dress pants and a dress shirt on loan from Randy. "Then so can you."

Lita smiled thinly, "There's a big difference between that.." she gestured to John, before sending a withering glare to the red dress. "and that."

The brunette Diva rolled her eyes, "Li.. It's a dress. Big deal."

She shook her head, "I'm not wearing it and that's final. It's too…clingy."

"Then why did you buy it in the first place?" Dawn raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over her chest. "You've had no qualms about showing your thong to the WWE viewers."

Lita scoffed, "This dress doesn't show my thong, thank you very much. It shows way too much skin for my liking."

"Uh huh," Dawn replied dubiously. "So why did you buy it in the first place?"

"Technically, I didn't buy it.. It was charged to the corporate credit card." Lita tossed her hair over her shoulder, "And as for why? Well…"

"It was because you made me buy those clothes…" Randy spoke up as he walked out of the bathroom. "A deal is a deal, Lita."

"A deal is a deal," Lita mimicked dryly. "Well I don't really care and I'm not wearing that dress. Y'all go ahead without me."

Dawn shook her head, "Nope.. Sorry, that's not happening." The brunette glanced between John and Randy. "If you two wouldn't mind waiting for us downstairs.."

Randy nodded, "Just need to grab the keycard from next door." He straightened out the sleeves of his shirt, grabbing John by the elbow before they exited through the adjoining door. "Don't take too long."

Both Diva's rolled their eyes at the adjoining door, Dawn soon settling her attention on the dress.

"So, tell me what's your problem with the dress?"

Lita pursed her lips, "I already told you.. It's too clingy."

Dawn shook her head, "But you already agreed to wear it.. And twice, I might add. So, why don't we just get this over with so we can go." The brunette plucked the dress from the bed, "Go on.. Or do I need to help you?" She handed the garment over, "I'll get the makeup ready while you get dressed."

Lita glared at her friend, accepting the dress gingerly. "I hate you."

"I know," Dawn replied from the bathroom. "But, a deal is a deal.. We stayed an extra hour at the amusement park and you agreed--"

"To wear the stupid dress, I know.." Lita peeled off her shirt, "but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy this."

Dawn snorted as she gathered mascara, blush and pressed powder. "Honestly, I'm not expecting you to." She popped her head out from the bathroom, brandishing two tubes of lipstick. "Don't tell me this is all the lipstick you brought.."

"And if it is?" The Sanford resident tugged the dress over her head. "Dawn.. This dress already makes me look like a ten cent hooker."

Dawn rolled her eyes, "No it doesn't.. and it's not showing off that much skin." She paused to scrutinize the high flying Diva. "I think you look great."

In vain, Lita tugged at the hem of the dress. "You would," she muttered sourly. The redhead turned to face her reflection in the mirror lined closet. Her hands flew to the halter top, 'What in the hell was I thinking?'

"I'm telling you- you look great." Dawn beamed at the redhead's sour expression. "I should have a pair of heels that'll look fantastic with that, so let's get started on your hair and makeup." She grasped Lita's wrist. "Come on Li, the hardest part is already over."

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Meanwhile, down in the lobby, John and Randy were involved in a 'serious' game of tic-tac-toe.

"So…" John drew the word out, a glance sent to the elevators before he regarded his 'adversary'. "Whadya think is takin' them so long?"

"Damned if I know," Randy shrugged, sitting back against the couch. "They're women," he replied as if that would explain everything.

"True enough," John conceded with a shrug of his own, "What's new with you?"

"Same stuff, different day.." Randy tossed down the pen in his hand. "You?"

John set down his pen, "It'd be better if I didn' hafta deal with Angle takin' away my title." He waited a beat, "Speakin' of titles.. You ready for your match against Benoit?"

"As I'll ever be," Randy replied honestly. "I haven't had as much time as I would like to prepare for the match.. But, you're looking at the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in history."

John opened his mouth to reply, stopping himself when two familiar voices rang from the direction of the elevators. "Guess they're here," he stated as he stood.

Randy glanced in the indicated direction, jaw dropping momentarily as the two Diva's made their way over.

"For the last time, Lita.. You look great." Dawn huffed, her locks left down for the evening. "And if you don't believe me.. We'll ask them."

Lita scowled, red locks teased upwards into high ponytail. "I still don't see why you didn't just leave my hair down.." She toyed with one of the tendrils framing her face. "This just--"

"Shows off more skin?" Dawn supplied without missing a beat. "That's the point." She turned her attention then to Randy and John. "So? What do you think?"

John whistled appreciatively, giving both Diva's the once over. "I think ya both look hot."

The brunette Diva smiled smugly to Lita, forgoing a verbal comment until they received the second verdict.

The West Newbury native nudged his friend in the ribs, "Hey.. Bro, ya in there?"

Randy shook himself out of his temporary state of stupor. "Uh.. Yeah.. What he said." Inwardly he winced.. He didn't just stutter, did he?.. "You both look great."

Dawn grinned triumphantly, "See Lita? I told you so."

"I told you so," Lita mimicked under her breath, adding louder: "Can we just go and get this over with?"

Dawn rolled her eyes in response, linking arms with the still scowling redhead as they made their way out of the hotel. It was on the advice from the hotel concierge that they found themselves heading for the South of Market St. area…or what the concierge deemed as 'Club Heaven'. Thanks to the friendly clerk, they found out that one club in particular had no cover charge.

Randy glanced sideways as they waited in line, "Are you going to be alright?"

Lita smiled thinly, "Once I'm out of this dress and far away from this club.. Yes, I should be right back to my charming self."

He rolled his eyes good naturedly, "I can't say I'm the biggest fan of house music or whatever.. But, at least it's a nice night."

The redhead smirked, "That was really lame, ya know?" She paused, the music becoming louder as the line inched closer. "You don't look half that bad."

Randy leaned closer to her, his mouth hovering centimeters away from her ear. "I meant what I said earlier.. You look great."

Lita could feel the red rising in her cheeks, the Diva spared from replying as they finally entered the busy establishment. She waited until they were all safely inside, excusing herself shortly to find the bathroom.

Dawn scanned the crowd on the dance floor, "This place is pretty busy." She shrugged out of the light jacket she was wearing, "Might as well find a table or somewhere that Li can find us."

John and Randy shrugged in turn, the three seeking out either a table or a spot near the wall that wasn't overly crowded. And while John and Dawn meandered to the bar to order drinks, Randy people watched and waited.

"Look buddy.." Lita squared her shoulders as she exited the narrow hallway leading to the bathroom. "I'm really not interested in 'shaking my groove thang' or 'getting it on' with you."

"Come on sweetheart, it's only a dance.." the painfully drunk man slurred, blocking Lita's only chance of escape. "The night is young.. Live a little."

She pried his hand loose from her wrist. "The answer is still no. So, if you would excuse me.. My friends are waiting." Lita attempted to side step him, only to be thwarted. "You're really trying my patience here."

"Just agree to one little dance, darling.." He leered down at her, "Then I promise.. I'll leave ya alone."

Randy watched momentarily from a distance, blue eyes darkening considerably as he made his way over. "Babe, is something wrong?"

Hazel eyes lit up in relief, she forcing a serene smile. "Nothing at all sweetie."

Drunk or not, the man seemed to know when he was defeated. "When you realize you can do better.. I'll be waiting." He winked saucily to the Diva, eyeing Randy for good measure before he left the two alone.

"Good riddance," Lita muttered under her breath. "And thanks.." Her eyes softened slightly. "I was beginning to think I'd have to put that guy in his place."

Randy shrugged nonchalantly, "Did he hurt you?"

She shook her head, "I'm alright. I think he'll be leaving me alone now, so.. If you want to go dance or something--"

The self proclaimed Legend Killer gestured for her to go first, "You owe me anyway…as part of the deal from yesterday."

Lita rolled her eyes in response, but rather then protest it.. She went along. And that was how John and Dawn spotted them ten minutes later. Lita wrapped up in Randy's arms, her back to his chest; the two who claimed earlier that they couldn't dance…moving along easily with the fast paced music.