He called her the very next day, and she was pleasantly surprised. He said some of the superstars were going out to a local club, and she was hesitant to accept. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy going out, just that she didn't know if she wanted to go alone with a bunch of wrestlers. Of course, she had some friends she could ask, and they would keep any overly pushy guys at bay. She'd eventually agreed, and he'd given her a place and time. She called a few of her closest friends and her roommate, and everyone agreed to the outing.
Randy had been surprised Katia had agreed to go clubbing, but he couldn't help getting excited. Roman and Daniel had jumped on the opportunity to go out again, and he asked John, Sheamus, Barrett, and Damien to go as well, and only Damien said no. They got through their workouts as quickly as possible so they could get ready.
Katia and her girls pulled up outside the club, already laughing and chatting as they approached the door. The bouncer briefly carded them before waving them inside, and Katia's heart immediately began to race with the energy in the air. A couple girls headed straight for the dance floor, while Katia and her roommate moved to the bar. They each took a seat and ordered some drinks, settling in to wait for the men. Katia hadn't even finished her first drink when she was dragged off to the dance floor by a friend, and she couldn't help but laugh as she started to dance.
Randy and the others arrived inside just in time to see Katia being dragged off the dance floor. He led the guys over to where the girls were gathered, and it didn't take long for the guys to each choose a partner. Randy wove through the bodies, eyes latching onto Katia's swaying form. She had her eyes closed, and was clearly enjoying herself. He smirked as he slid up behind her, letting her dance against him. Her eyes shot open and she turned quickly to face him. His hands found her hips as he stepped close.
"Jesus, you scared the crap outta me!" She leaned up to say it in his ear, but it sounded like a whisper compared to the music. His grin widened as he replied.
"You had to figure someone would want to dance, the way you were going." He moved against her and her body willingly complied. He felt more than heard her sigh, and was a bit disappointed when she pulled away. She took his arm, leading him back towards a darker seating area. When she moved to take a seat, he lifted her a bit and took the seat instead, putting her on his lap. She shifted a bit to get comfortable, and he could already feel himself getting hard. She gave a small jump as he bounced his hips, and he grinned.
"So, um..drink?" She leaned a bit to grab a menu, unsure of herself now. She knew how she wanted the night to end, and it was clear Randy wanted the same thing. She tried to focus on the name of the drinks, but Randy would shift his hips every so often and she'd lose her train of thought. She was convinced he was doing it on purpose, and at one point, turned to give him a smirk. When the waitress came, she didn't even bother to try to remember the drinks, ordering a bottle of tequila, some salt, and some limes.
Randy was impressed with her choice, and he wondered if she was doing it to impress him. All thoughts of that flew out the window as he watched her take the first shot like a champ. She spun in his lap, creating a delicious amount of friction, offering him a shot glass and a lime. He took the shot and easily downed it, taking the lime. Her eyes darkened just a bit, and he gave a rumbling chuckle at the idea of taking shots to turn her on. She twisted a bit to pour two more shots, and he took the time to study her properly. She was wearing a body-hugging white dress that would normally stop around mid-thigh; with her on his lap, it had ridden up to the top of her thighs, and he was more than happy to brush a hand over the skin. She gave a small shiver, and his grin grew. Her hair was in soft waves around her face, and he brushed a dark lock aside to nip at her shoulder.
He was driving her insane, and Katia didn't know how long she could hold out before she dragged him to some dark corner of the club. She did another shot quickly, letting the burn in her throat clear her head a bit, before turning and excusing herself in his ear. He growled playfully and held on for a minute before letting her go. He gave her rear a friendly slap, and she gave him a mock glare as she headed for the girl's room. She spent a few minutes touching up her makeup and hair, before taking a deep breath and heading back into the pulsing crowd. She was nearly back to her seat when she saw some blonde draped over Randy, and she stood back. He wasn't pushing her away, though Katia couldn't see his face to read him. She knew better than to play jealous girlfriend with a one-night stand, and instead moved back to the bar to order a Long Island Iced Tea and take a seat.
Randy had tried to be polite when turning the blonde down, but it was beginning to get annoying. He finally stood, stepping around her and leaving her to another guy before going to look for Katia. He headed in the direction of the bathrooms, but when he didn't find her there, he became a bit concerned. He headed back to the bar, spotting her at one end laughing with the bartender. She was almost finished with whatever drink she had in front of her, and he frowned at the idea that she'd ditched him. He made his way over, only to have another guy try to cut in. Randy tapped his shoulder and the man was quick to shrink away, leaving the seat next to Katia open. She turned to face him, a bright smile gracing her face.
"Randy! There you are, we were just talking about you." He glanced to the bartender, who gave him an almost sympathetic look before walking away. Up close, Randy could see she was finishing off a Long Island Iced Tea, and he held back a groan. If she wasn't drunk before, she certainly would be now. "I figured you'd be off with your new friend." He looked to her again, and despite the smile on her face, he caught the edge to her tone. He shook his head slowly to show he had no idea what she meant. "You know, Blondie McFake Tits. I saw her, she was really pretty." Katia finished her drink and waved for another.
Katia could somehow sense she was acting stupid, but didn't quite care. She'd already contemplated taking one of the others home, or just going by herself, but she hadn't wanted to ditch out just yet. Instead, she'd chatted with the bartender, who was a pretty decent guy, and downed her iced tea in record time. It wasn't until Randy showed up that she felt the feeling of the alcohol in her system. He was frowning at her, and she turned away to order another drink.
"Katia, come on, let's get you home." He took her arm gently, but she pulled away sharply. It was obvious now, the anger that glinted in her eyes. The bartender took her empty glass, leaving a soda water in its place, and Randy was grateful.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." He clenched his jaw a bit, not used to the idea of not being listened to. Katia gave him a defiant look, and the anger was beginning to cut into her happy buzz. She slid carefully off the barstool, adjusting her skirt, and leaving a few bills on the bar. She shuffled her way to the door, only stumbling once. Randy caught her arm gently, putting her back on her feet before she pulled away again. "Don't you have a blonde to go screw tonight?" He rolled his eyes, but followed to make sure Katia made it out okay. Once out of the club, Katia kicked off her heels and stepped up to the curb, giving a piercing whistle and a wave to get a cab. He was impressed, but only for a moment as he watched her slide into the cab. He gave a frustrated groan and leaned in through the door.
"Katia, where are you going now?" She pointedly ignored him, and that was the last straw. He slid in, easily moving her over to the next seat and shutting the door. She turned away with an over dramatic huff, facing out the window for the ride home. He turned a bit in his seat to face her. "Katia, can you please just tell me what's going on?" She slid her gaze to him.
"I saw you with a new fling. I'm not stupid enough to try and stake a claim. You're not my boyfriend." Her words were mumbled, and more than slurred, but he understood just fine. He closed his eyes, beating himself up for not pushing that ditzy blonde away sooner. Of course Katia had seen them, and of course she was stepping back. She was too nice, too understanding, and she wouldn't have wanted to pick a fight.
"Katia, that idiot knew who I was. She was interested in the fame, not the man." He sat back a bit, running a hand over his shaven head. "I invited you out, didn't I?" She nodded once, not saying a thing. "So, why would I invite you out if I wanted to sleep with someone else tonight?" She glanced to him again, and gave a shrug. He knew it was pointless explaining all of this to her while she was drunk. "Forget it. Let's just get you home, alright?" She nodded, and within a few minutes they stopped in front of an apartment building. She climbed out carefully and Randy paid the driver before escorting her to the door. She keyed them in, and made a wobbly beeline for the elevator. It only took a few seconds for them to reach her apartment door, and they finally made it in. She flopped onto her couch as he went to find a glass for some water. He came back to find her sound asleep, and he picked her up easily. It took him a minute to find her bedroom, and she half woke up as he was carrying her.
"Randy?" It was slurred horribly, and Katia could hear it, but she was too tired to care. She could feel herself moving, but not walking, and couldn't quite pin point why that would be. She felt the cool material of her sheets and hummed happily, immediately pulling her dress off. She saw Randy turn away and gave a small laugh. "Shy now? 'S a shame…" She burrowed into her covers, tugging on his hand. "C'mon, bedtime…"
"Katia, I'm just going to stay on the couch." His voice was surprisingly soothing, but she frowned at the words.
"Like hell. Ge' in, now." She pouted and heard him sigh. She could hear him taking his jeans off as her eyes drifted shut, and she felt asleep just as she felt the bed dip with his weight.