It was that confidence that led him through the rest of the night, despite spotting Veronica and John looking very cozy backstage. After wrestling a fairly good match but selling the loss to John at the end, and reluctantly agreeing to hit the local dive with the others, Randy was ready to try a second time to walk away with the girl.
He leaned against the greasy bar and watched as John and Veronica, sitting very comfortably on Cena's lap, laughed at Jericho doing some kind of magic trick with the salt shaker. How old are they, twelve? He was too cool for that kind of thing, unless it involved making one of his coworkers look like an idiot. Of course, that had gotten him in trouble more than once, and he knew it was one of the reasons getting into Veronica's pants was proving to be so difficult. He realized now he probably should have never done that to her luggage…but he was only human, what could you expect?
Jericho took his one man show on the road toward a table full of Divas, and John excused himself to take a piss. Now was his chance. Randy downed one last shot of liquid courage and began stalking his prey. He slipped stealthily into the seat next to Felix and slid his muscled arm around her shoulder. "So, have you thought about what we were talking about earlier?"
"Of course I have Randy, how could I not think about you?" she whispered breathily.
She didn't pull away, and Orton took this as the opportunity to continue his assault. He began softly kissing the side of her exposed neck, his hot breath teasing her soft flesh, his eyes scanning the horizon to make sure John hadn't come out of the bathroom. "And did you make a decision? Are you going to come willingly, or am I going to have to change your mind?"
"Mmmm…" she moaned softly. He had her right where he wanted her. He felt himself harden at the thought as she edged closer, melting into his arms. God, she smelled good.
"I don't think you're going to change my mind Orton!" she said abruptly, jamming her palm into his overexcited groin as she stood up and skipped over to his pal John Cena, laughing all the way. Cena picked her up, crushing her in those massive arms of his, grinning as he escorted her toward the exit.
Randy Orton stood up quickly in anger, slack-jawed with shock, before collapsing into a heap of pain. Had that just happened? Had she really turned down Randy Orton, the Legend Killer, the World Heavyweight Champion, twice in one night? Inconceivable!