A/N- Thank you for the reviews, Becky, I'm glad you like it. Any suggestions just PM me.

So this chapter really just shows the friendship between Randy/Ken/Becky. I even managed to throw in an interaction between Becky and Cody. Read and Review.

"I don't see what's so great about him." Ken says to his two friends, taking a sip of his beer, taking his focus off the large group of superstars gathered around the bar.

"Tell me about it. My dad's Cowboy Bob and I didn't get treated this well my first week here." Randy adds, turning his head from the young rookie in disgust.

"Why aren't you over there hanging all over him Becks?" Ken asks.

"First off, I don't 'hang' on anyone, secondly, I don't like him." Becky says, setting them straight. Normally she would be with the other girls, but with them fawning all over him , she was stuck with dumb and dumber.

"Seriously, what is it about him? His hair? Looks? His age?" Randy asks, casting a glance to the young rookie. It was bad enough all the guys seemed to love him, but the divas too? How unfair. How was he supposed to occupy his time at night if their all with Cody?

"He isn't even that good looking, and did you see his match the other night? There isn't exceptional about his wrestling skills." Ken comments.

"Yeah, his moves are what? A headlock, dropkick, and DDT." Randy recalls.

"Sounds like a young Randy Orton with pants." Ken mumbles so only Becky could hear, which makes her laugh. Randy gives them a curious look before shrugging his shoulders.

"You made a pants joke, didn't you?" Randy asks dryly.

"What? No. We promised you we wouldn't do that." Becky tells him, patting his shoulder.

"When has your word ever meant anything?" Ken asks, earning himself a smack on the back of the head.

"Your the one who made the pants joke Ken, not me." Becky reminds him. The young rookie momentarily off their minds.

"Hey, I'm in pants now aren't I? So shut up." Randy retaliates. Was it his fault the scripts call for him to go out without any pants on? No. Just because he preferred it that way, was no reason to make fun of him.

" The three stooges sitting alone at a bar. Why am I not surprised?" A cheery Mickie James asks, approaching the three.

"There's three of us, so technically we aren't alone." Mickie just rolls her eyes, ignoring Randy.

"Come over and meet Cody, your guys will love him." Mickie urges, getting three faces of disgust in return.

"No thank you. We want to keep our distance from super boy wonder over there." Ken says.

"John's not here yet." Becky adds smugly.

"You guys are mean." Mickie tells them.

"We know." They all reply at once.

"Vince needs to separate you three. Anyway, just come over and say hi, then you can come back over here." Mickie urges.

"Fine." Ken says, slamming his beer down, followed by Randy. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner they did it, the better.

"Come on Becks, your coming too. If we have to suffer, so do you." Randy says, pulling her by her arm, against her will. Smiling, Mickie led them over to the large group of people. Everyone on the Raw roster was there, even Shawn Michaels, celebrating Cody's debut.

"Cody, here's three more people that want to meet you." Mickie says, tapping him on the shoulder. He turns around, a big smile on his face, that promptly disappeared when he saw who they were.

"Cody."

"Ken." He answers, shaking the mans hand.

"Cody."

"Randy." The same actions took place that did a second ago with Ken. He looked from Randy to Becky, who was shielding herself behind Randy. Realizing she wasn't going to say anything first, he took initiative.

"Hi Becky." Cody greets, as nice as possible. Becky just stands there and looks at him, only doing something when someone nudges her in the ribs.

"Hey Nimrod. Glad to see you were man enough to make it to the main roster. Surprised me, it really did." And with that, Becky turned around and walked away, Randy behind her. Ken must have decided to stay with the others.

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"So what are we doing tonight?" Becky asks, laying back on Ken's bed. It was a Saturday, and normally she would have went home, but there was a pay-per-view tomorrow.

"Well, we uh...we were kinda...you see, here's how it is..." Ken began, unsuccessfully.

"What Ken means is that...we were hoping ...that maybe you...well we wanted." Randy tried, and couldn't get much farther then Ken.

"Wearegoingoutwithcodytonight." Ken quickly mumbled.

"What?" Becky asks, not catching what he said. Why were they acting so strange?

"The others invited us out tonight, and we accepted." Randy explains.

"So..."

"So Cody will be there, and it's obvious you two don't get along." That much was easy to tell. Becky was never that mean to someone...well she was, just not to someone she didn't know.

"Since when have you and Cody been best friends?" She asks, just a few nights ago they were on the 'I Hate The New Rookie' bandwagon with her.

"He's not that bad Becks, you should come with us." Randy offers.

"Sure, and tomorrow, Kelly Kelly is going to learn how to wrestle"

"So is that a no?" Ken asks dumbly.

"No, that's a hell no. "

"We figured that." Ken says. It is quiet for a minute or two, no one having nothing to say.

"Ken you go, I'll stay here with Becky." Randy says, not willing to leave his best friend by herself.

"No. Your going Randy, and so are you Ken. I will survive one night alone." Becky tells him, refusing to ruin their night.

"And do what?"

"I don't know. Maybe catch up some chick flicks."

"Ha, yeah right." Ken says, thinking she was joking.

"I wasn't joking asshole."

"Since when do you watch those movies?" Ken asks, while Randy stands back and shakes his head. Does Ken make it his prerogative to make Becky mad once a day?

"Since you became friends with the rookie."

"But that was only yesterday."

"What a coincidence." Becky adds sarcastically.

"What is?"

"I didn't really think you were a natural blonde. Just go get ready or whatever. I'm crashing here until you two get back tonight." Becky tell them, making herself comfortable on Kens bed.

"Sure, anything you want babe." Randy comments.

"Call me babe again and I'm going to show you what your going to want." Becky warns.

"Damn, you need to get laid." Randy says, getting a death stare from Becky. About that time Ken comes out of the bathroom.

"Who need laid? I'm willing." He jokes.

"Becky."

"Ew." Ken says, his smirk leaving his face.

"What the hell do you mean Ew?" Becky asks, taking offense to his comment.

"Calm down, I didn't mean it like that. Your like my sister, so that would be like me sleeping with my sister, which would be incest." Ken explains.

"Ew." Becky agrees.

"Now that you two are done, we are leaving. We have our phones on Becky. So since your incapable to get along with Cody, call us if you need anything." Randy says, grabbing his jacket and leaving, Ken not far behind him.

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"Incapable! I am not incapable of getting along with him. I'll show them all." It only took her two hours to let Randy's words eat at her, before she decided she was going to the bar with the rest of them. How was she supposed to know there was only going to be one person there when she arrived?