I rubbed my face tiredly and turned to walk into my living room. I knew Shane would follow me; when he gets his teeth into something, he'd follow you to the gates of hell to find out what he wants.
With a heavy sigh I plopped down on my large, overstuffed sofa. Leaning my head back against the cushions I closed my eyes, hoping that Shane would take the hint and leave me alone for now. And of course, I had no such luck. He took the recliner across from me and assumed a pose that once upon a time, I'd deemed his "corporate" stance. I stuck my tongue out at him. I know, I know. Real mature, but sometimes Shane just bugged me.
"Spill it, Flair. What's going on?" I sighed again and leaned forward to push another pillow behind my back. It had been bothering me lately, but I didn't dare tell anyone. They'd make a fuss and whisk me off to the nearest hospital and the last thing I wanted was to be in THAT place again!
"Your dad just signed Randy. And your baby sister who I might add, is going to get her ass handed to her when I see her again, allowed ME the honor of going over his contract with him." A small smirk found it's way to Shane's lips and I just wanted to go over there and wipe it off...with my fist. I'm not normally a violent person, but seeing and being around Randy today had made my blood boil. In more ways than one. I grunted. "What's so funny?"
Shane flashed me that million dollar smile and leaned back in the recliner, getting comfortable. "You're still in lust after him, aren't you?" Note to self: NEVER go out drinking with Shane, I thought as I remembered my little drunken encounter a while back with my childhood friend. Jack Daniels and tequila make for a very loose tongue. I shot him an evil glare.
"'In Lust with!' That jerk?" I huffed, crossing my arms petulantly across my chest. "I wouldn't have sex with that man if we were the last two people on earth and God were counting on us to repopulate!"
Shane's snickers aggravated me even further. Well, I thought to myself. Payback's a bitch. I decided to let him have a little taste of his own medicine. I smiled and leaned forward. "Kinda like you and Lita, huh Shane-O?" Wham! His laughter stopped and a look of disgust crossed his handsome face.
"Funny, Flair. VERY funny." He stood up angrily. "Are you gonna set there all night gabbing or are we gonna go out?" I laughed inwardly at my small triumph. I'd gotten Shane off my back for the time being. Albeit, I was gonna have to listen to him extoll the "not-so-virtuous" Lita for the rest of the night, but so long as he didn't ask me any questions about Randy, I'd be fine.
"Let me go change and then I'll be ready." Jogging up the stairs, I wondered if maybe I'd gone too far with my little Lita comment. Shane had been infatuated with that slut from day one, despite my best efforts to hook him up with Abby, one of the make-up artists. Finally, after months of doing everything short of begging and pleading with her, Lita had finally said "yes" to Shane's request to take her to dinner. All night she'd done nothing but talk on her cell to different guys, even going so far as to have PHONE SEX with one of them! Shane, being the gentleman that he is, finsihed the meal and dropped her off, refusing her offer to come in for some "dessert". Ever since he'd turned her down, she'd been a total bitch to him at work, going out of her way to insult him whenever possible. He hadn't really dated anyone since, but I was slowly getting him warmed up to Abby. He'd asked about her several times over the past few weeks and I had yet to let her know. Abby had a HUGE crush on Shane and I wanted to let them both steam a little before hooking them up.
Smirking to myself, I rummaged around in my closet until I found something I deemed suitable: a well-worn pair of Levi's and a button up black shirt. I dressed quickly, leaving my hair in the ponytail I'd pulled it into earlier. I passed on the make-up: Shane would be in a hurry and really, I was just too lazy to put any on. Besides, I thought to myself bitterly as I made my way down the stairs, it's not like I have anyone to impress. Shane turned from his stance at my stereo and grinned.
"'Bout time." I just smiled, flipping him the bird and grabbing my purse. I was ready to get Randy Orton off my mind. And spending time in the company of my 'big brother' was just the way to do it.