"Oh my God I have to pee!" Robin giggled hopping out of Kane's truck as they got to their hotel. Kane raised an eyebrow under his mask and motioned to the lobby door. Robin hopped over to him and kissed his mask, then sprinted to the public restrooms. The big man chuckled and shook his head as he walked to the desk to check in.
Room key in hand, his phone rang.
"Hullo?" He said cautiously, not recognizing the number on the caller ID.
"Have you seen Lita?" Came the harsh voice from the other end.
"Who the hell is this?"
"It's Matt. Have you seen Lita?"
"No, why?" Now Kane was worried. He knew Matt didn't like him. To be honest, he never really liked Matt either but Lita was his best friend and she apparently saw something in the little shit, so he kept his mouth shut.
"I called home and got no answer. I thought maybe she was with you."
"Didn't you travel together?" Kane said patronizingly. There was a long silence. Kane frowned. "Hello, Earth to asshole?"
"No. I left before her. If you talk to her, tell her I'm looking for her."
"Right." Kane hung up suddenly very irritated. Lita and Matt always traveled together. This was very odd. Then again, maybe Matt had a signing or something before hand. Kane checked his anxiety with the thought. Besides, if there was a problem, Lita would call, right?
Kane's bad mood evaporated as he saw Robin emerge from the restrooms. The big man couldn't help but smile.
"Hey there, Gorgeous." He tossed her the extra room key. "I took the liberty of canceling the room corporate booked for you. I hope you don't mind." He grinned, his eyes smiling at her from under the mask.
"Cancelled my room eh? That's terribly presumptuous of you." She teased slipping easily into his arms.
"Yeah, I figure we can make up the difference in room service." He stroked her jaw.
"That, my dear, sounds like a plan." She purred leaning her face into his shoulder.
"Come on, let's go drop our stuff. I want to get to the arena early." He said taking her hand and dragging her back to the truck. Robin raised an eyebrow as she followed.
"Early? Are you feeling okay?" She teased putting a hand to the side of his face, testing his temperature.
"Of course, I just want to check on some things." He reassured her, the dark foreboding about Lita creeping back upon him.
"Whatever you say, love." She said, the broke free from his grasp and jogging out the door to his truck.
Steve Austin grumbled as he stopped his old Suburban and hopped out. It was hot, really hot but not Texas hot. This was muggy, miserable, humid, Florida heat and Steve hated to sweat. At least he hated to sweat without a good reason.
Stepping through the automatic doors, he was hit with a refreshing blast of artificial cold and smiled.
"Gimme twenty on pump two." He barked at the attendant as he threw the bill on the counter. The kid behind the counter stared dumbly. Stone Cold sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I said…" he started, clearing his throat and leaning slightly over the counter.
"…Twenty pesos en el pumpo numero two." He finished forgetting the Spanish word for two. The kid blinked and shakily took the money, ringing it into the pump.
"Ha…Have a g…good day Mr. Austin." He finally said grinning a pimply faced, teenaged smile.
Steve couldn't help but smile.
"You know who I am son?" He chuckled. The kid nodded so hard Steve thought he might knock his braces loose. "Well hell kid, why didn't you say so. Don't leave Stone Cold standin here thinking the humidity just turned your brain to mush on the spot."
"I'm… I'm sorry sir. I was nervous." He said sheepishly. "You think maybe I could have an autograph?" He looked up hopefully.
He didn't know why but he liked this kid. He always did have a soft spot for the fans.
"I'll be right back." He said walking out to his truck groaning at the blast of thick wet heat. Steve rummaged through his bag and found what he was looking for.
"You comin to the show tonight?" Stone Cold said storming back inside.
"No. It was sold out before I could even get out of here to get tickets."
"Well, ya see kid, Vince Mc Mahon gives me these here passes once in a while. I think he likes to remind me I don't have any friends to give them to." Steve waved some tickets around as he talked. "So, I was thinking that, since I don't know anybody down here in this godforsaken state, you might want'em." The kid sputtered as he smiled, unable to speak. "Well come on kid, do you want'em or don't you? Because, if not I'll just throw'em out somewhere." The kid shook his head vigorously before he could talk.
"No! I'll take them!" He spat out. Steve smiled.
"Good. The you can get your autograph later." He threw the passes down and took off to fill up his truck.
He could see the kid smiling through the window while he pumped gas. He felt better. Making that kid's day definitely took the edge off of his conversation with Vince Mc Mahon.
His mood darkened at the thought. Vince was such a bastard. What he had planned right now, Steve could only fathom, but he knew he didn't like the idea of picking a fight with Kane. So far, he'd managed to stay at least civil to the big man and that was fine with him. Sure, they'd had their matches and they'd each won and lost but there were no bad feelings between them. Now Vince had it in his head that they were to go another round and he was to pick the fight with his girlfriend.
Austin sighed and hung the pump up nodding to the grinning kid as he started his truck.
…and since when did Kane have a girlfriend? Granted, he'd been out a few weeks but how could he have missed something like that? Oh well, he thought, no use thinking about it now. Better to find Kane and this new girlfriend and figure out how to get it done their way. Steve chuckled as he hopped back on the highway. No, Vince wasn't going to like this. It was about time he reminded him Stone Cold does it his way.