Chapter 5: Dumbasses

Nikki had to drag Randy and John home. Both were knocked out by the guy from the club. Nikki's arms started to ache, and she still had to mend the black eyes on Randy and John. She had knocked on Trish's hotel room door, she didn't want to be left alone with 2 half conscious guys.

"OMG... What the hell happened?" Trish look surprised to see Nikki holding on to John, and Randy leaning on Nikki.

"Not now Trish, just please help me out. Put them on the bed in which you aren't going to be sleeping on. You don't want their nasty ass sweat on your sheets." Nikki handed John to Trish, as she set Randy down on the bed.

"Dammit... They look pretty knocked out. Here, I'll get some ice." Trish put 3 ice cubes each in a little complimentary bag the hotel provided.

Nikki just flopped down onto the couch and shut her eyes. The club wasn't far from the hotel, but she was really aching from the weight of her friends' muscles. Trish had offered her some ice to keep her cool, but Nikki had refused. After resting for 5 minutes, John had finally woken up and was totally shocked. And he had awoken both Nikki and Randy.

"What the fuck..." John realized he wasn't seeing right with his left eye. He went and touched his eye and cursed. "FUCK!"

"What happened what?" Nikki woke up with a shock as well. "Never mind, come on, I'll go wash your eye. Might as well your face too." Nikki walked John to the restroom. She shut the door.

Randy woke up as well. "Man..."

"Keep the bag of ice on your eye. You don't want it to swell up do you?" Trish helped Randy hold his bag of ice.

"Where's Nikki?" Randy asked.

"So that's the first question you ask right after you've been punched the hell out, and John? Damn... You've got some issues. She's in the restroom fixing John up." Trish pointed to the restroom. Trish looked at Randy. He had a worried look on his face. "What are you so worried about?"

"She might not say no after all this." Randy laid down on the bed.

"Say no to what?" Trish wanted to know. She is after all, the so called "gossip queen".

"I wanted to ask her out. I mean, I thought she was just a pretty face when I first saw her. But I mean, we're twins. She can kick ass, and she's got the qualities in a lady that I want." Randy answered.

"You wanted to ask her out?" Trish laughed.

"What's wrong with that?" Randy argued.

"Nothing. If you wanted to ask her out, then ask her out. There sholdn't be no preperation for it god." Trish took the ice bag from Randy and went to fill it back up.

John came out of the restroom with a bandage on his eye. "I look stupid."

"Just shut up and go to your room. Make sure to wet that towel every 4 hours." Nikki made sure he was listening.

"Every 4 hours? I can't sleep if I do that." John goraned.

"Well, it is my fault you got hit?" Nikki asked John.

John just snobbed her and walked out of the room.

"Randy, your turn." Nikki went inside the restroom getting a towel ready.

"Is it gonna hurt?" Randy hated pain. He wondered why the hell did he get into the wrestling business in the first place.

"No, trust me. It won't bite if you do everything I say." Nikki motioned for him to sit on the stool.

Randy had noticed the look on Nikki's face. "Are you mad at me?"

"Yes, I am." Nikki dabbed the towel on Randy's eye.

"Why? I didn't do anything to you." Randy started to argue.

"Why do you always jump to arguing? Ugh... I'm mad at you for being a freakin' moron back there." Nikki wet the towel again.

"How was I being an idiot?" Randy argued.

"You just met the girl, and you already started to make out with her? You almost had sex with her back there!" Nikki argued back.

"It wasn't my fault that I got hit!" Randy barked.

"OK. So it wasn't your fault. The guy was drunk, and you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. If she's taken, why'd you make out with her?" Nikki went back to the sink and wet the towel again.

"I didn't know she was taken! I wanted to dance with her, she was very suggestive, she hit on me! Then, we... made out." Randy didn't like this at all. On top of it, he felt like his eye was beginning to swell up.

"Just... The next time you decide to make out with a girl. Just make sure she isn't taken."Nikki said.

"Look, I feel pretty stupid right now." Randy yepled. "OW!"

"Sorry. Why do you feel stupid?" Nikki had to wipe her arm because it had goten wet.

"I let a girl fight my battle for me." Randy said.

"Excuse me, girls can kick whoop ass if they wanted to. And I didn't fight your battle for you. I just happened to defend myself. The guy started insulting me." Nikki started to wipe Randy's face with the wet towel.

"He insulted you? That little bitch I'm gonna get him good." Randy made a fist.

"Hey, girls get trashed talked all the time in the WWE. And you don't beat up the guy that trash talks them? Whatever. Just don't do anything that stupid." Nikki said.

Randy had calmed down. "You're right, I shouldn't do anything that stupid. I'm a moron."

"Yeah, you are." Nikki just smiled.

This is it. This is the moment I've been waiting for. I MADE HER SMILE! OK, I'll ask her now. We had a conversation, a good one I guess, so my chances of her saying yes is 95. Randy smiled back.

"Hey Nikki," Randy started to ask.

"Yeah?" Nikki placed the bandage on Randy's eye.

"Will you go out with me?" Randy asked.

Nikki didn't really think about it much. She took the towel, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then walked out of the room and went into her hotel room.

"Ok! I'll umm.. I guess I'm done!" Randy sighed. "She's a lot harder than I thought."

"Yeah, she is. Now go away. I need my beauty rest. SHAMOO!" Trish pushed Randy out of her room and shut the door.

How am I going to get to her? I thought she'd be just like any other girl, say yes and go to bed with me. Dammit... I guess I'll just have to try harder. Randy frowned at the thought of that. Then realized he still had the towel in his mouth.

"Ick..." Randy started for the elevator to go to his floor.