Chapter 7: The Interrogation

"Hey Randall! Matt's been telling us about you and Dolly!" Chris Jericho shouted across the hotel foyer to Randy. Chris had been stood chatting with Christian, when he noticed Randy enter the building. Randy had only just left the gym and was looking forward to a relaxing afternoon in his hotel room, before preparing for his evening out with Molly. It appeared that those plans were to be put on hold momentarily, as his friends had some interrogating to do.

"Molly you mean." he corrected Chris.

"Yeah, yeah... So what's the score junior? After yesterday's little paddy, we thought you were off to hang yourself!" Chris said.

"The man's right Randy." Christian piped up. "Matt was kidding, right?"

"What did he say to you?" Randy asked nervously.

"Something about you and Molly getting on like a house on fire last night." Christian answered, looking over towards Chris; they both showed some consternation about the likelihood of it being true.

"You could say that." Randy replied uncomfortably. He was not ashamed of his blossoming relationship with Molly, the whole concept of it just made him feel a little weird.

"What! No way!" Chris imitated Randy's reaction, when he had announced that Molly would be involved in their bet. Randy frowned, as his two so-called friends laughed about it. To Chris, his plan was working perfectly; he had been looking forward to seeing how the guy who selected Molly would react. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine it would make Randy go all mushy and soft about it.

"Leave it out guys. If you must know... I'm taking her to the football game later." he announced.

"Football? You don't even like football do you?" Christian asked, as he'd never known Randy to show any interest in grid iron in the past.

"What does that matter? Maybe I want to spend some time with her." Randy responded crabbily.

"Aww... He loves her." Chris mocked in a really soppy voice.

"Get lost Chris." Randy said, brushing his way past the two of them. He wasn't going to stand around being insulted about Molly.

"He must really want to win this bet man, you'd have to be to get with Molly..." he overheard Christian saying as he walked away. That was enough to make him snap and lose his cool.

"Listen up guys! I couldn't care less about this stupid bet, and I couldn't care less what you think about me spending time with Molly. I'm not going waste my time listening to your crap any longer, so if it's okay with the two of you, I'm going to go to my room and watch a movie... then later I am going to go out and enjoy the football game with Molly. Understood?"

Chris looked at Christian, then turned and addressed Randy. "Gotcha kid! We're only playing..." Randy didn't stay to respond to that, as he entered the lift in the lobby area to go to the floor his room was on.

"Such a shame, little does he realize that none other than Captain Charisma is going to seal the deal with Gail and his endeavors with Molly will be for naught." Christian boasted, once Randy was out of earshot.

"Don't count out Y2J sonny boy... I've got Queen V wrapped around my little finger already! It's only a matter of time baby!" Chris retaliated.

"No! I'm going to win!"

"Forget about it ass clown!"

The two of them continued to bicker away as they left the building; the bet had consumed their attentions.

"So Moll... did you find anybody to go with you to your football game?" Trish asked, as Molly invited her into her hotel room. She was dreading telling Trish of her plans with Randy, after the talk they'd had earlier that morning.

"Yeah..." she answered, struggling to hide her uneasiness.

"You asked Randy didn't you?" Trish immediately assumed; there was no way for Molly could lie about it, she could only nod meekly to indicate that she had indeed asked him. "I don't believe you Molly... did you listen to a word I said to you earlier?"

"Cut me some slack Trish... it sort of... happened." Molly said, fretfully.

"Just like your kiss sort of happened?" Trish mentioned.

Molly didn't bite on the bait being offered and continued to offer her side of the story. "I bumped into him at the gym... we worked out together and it just felt like a good idea."

"Well... don't worry about me!" Trish responded in a frenzy, flapping her arms around furiously.

"I did invite you first Trish." Molly highlighted. Trish had no come back to that, because it was the truth; Molly had been bugging her about the game for weeks, and Trish had insisted she wasn't interested in going. "Why the sudden change in attitude about Randy?" Molly sounded out. She was most confused by how Trish had gone cold on the idea of Randy and her being close; after the good luck message she had sent the night before.

"I told you before. He... is... bad... news." Trish responded resentfully.

Molly hadn't picked up on it earlier, but it suddenly became apparent. 'Trish is jealous.' she presumed. "You were pretty keen on him back at the arena last night..."

"What? No I wasn't!" Trish refuted Molly's claims, persisting with her hysterical behavior. "And even if I was... I have no doubt now that he is most definitely the worst possible choice of boyfriend that you... or anybody else could have!"

Molly shook her head solemnly. The woman stood before her was the Trish she had known, and despised in the past. The possessive bitch, who always had to be the centre of attention. She had been concerned about when that ugly monster would rear it's head again; it looked as if young master Orton was the catalyst for it to happen. As horrid as it was to see the old side of Trish, Molly couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. 'I wish there were two Randy's, one for each of us...' she thought unselfishly.

"Mark my words Moll, he will break your heart." Trish continued, in a much calmer tone. She walked over to Molly and put a hand on her shoulder. "I want you to be happy, honestly... But if you let Randy lead you along, he will make a fool of you."

Molly was in two minds about how sincere Trish was when she said that. She had questioned the legitimacy of Randy's intentions herself, so what Trish was saying was nothing new; it may even have confirmed notions that had run through her own mind. She just desperately wanted Trish to give her and Randy the same chance she was prepared to give him.

"Trish... you can deny it all you like, but I know you like Randy. Believe me, I don't want to steal him from you, or anything like that... Oh, this isn't helping." Molly said, realizing that she was almost rubbing it in that Randy was choosing her over her Canadian friend. "Okay, I've taken on board what you have said, and I am going to be careful... Please, I'm begging you, just support me on this one. I deserve a break don't I?"

Trish looked at her friend, and begrudgingly embraced Molly in a friendly hug. "Of course you do Moll... And I guess... I guess you have my full support."

Molly broke away and shot Trish a surprised glance. "Really?"

"Really." Trish said unenthusiastically, yet trying to sound semi-convincing.

"Oh, thank heavens!" Molly cried happily and hugged Trish once more. Having Trish's support meant the world to her, and she was determined to prove that Randy would be the right man for her. What she couldn't see was the snarling expression on Trish's face out of her view, as Trish pretended to hug her...