A/N- First off, I want to say I am sorry for the long wait, I have been busy. But yesterday was my last day of school, so updates will be coming much quicker now. I am really sorry for how long this took Becky. So I hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think.
"Tell me again why I have to wrestle Kelly Kelly?" Becky whines, sitting in Randy's locker room, along with Ken.
"Besides the fact it's an inter brand match you mean?" Ken asks, flipping through the latest WWE magazine counting how many times his face is in it.
"Yes, please tell me."
"C'mon Becks. You should feel honored. Your the only one who they think can make her look good in the ring." Randy tells her, knowing how much she isn't looking forward to this match.
"Even I'm not that talented." She mumbles, making Ken laugh.
"She isn't that bad." Randy defends.
"Her and Cody should form a tag team, or even date.." Becky says. Ken looks at her confused, and Randy just shakes his head.
"Why?"
"They both suck, and at more than one thing." Trying his best not too, Randy lets a small smile escape while Ken goes into fits of laughter.
"So did either of you two read the rest of the script?" Randy asks, once they all calm down.
"I got a match against Umaga, and an attack on Burchill later." Ken answers, back to looking at his magazine.
"I got a promo to try and put Kelly's wrestling skillz over with the fans, then that tag match."
"Skills is spelled with an S, not a Z." Ken points out.
"I know, but it drives you nuts so I do it anyway." Becky seemed to always stress the 'Z', and it irritated Ken to no end.
"Trust me, I know."
"Alright guys, I have to go. I'll meet you after the show tonight." Becky says. She had to go meet up with Kelly, their match was up shortly.
"I'm going out afterwards, are you two?" Ken asks, momentarily looking up from his magazine.
"I'm not."
"Me either."
"Well you two suck. How am I supposed to get back if one of you aren't there?" Ken asks. He rarely went out without Randy or Becky.
"Your lady friend that you will meet later. Anyway, I have a date tonight." Randy tells them.
"With who?" Becky asks. It has been awhile since Randy went on a date, he usually met them, fucked them, and left them. Dates were special occasions.
"Her names Casey. I met her at the signing I had earlier."
"Doesn't surprise me. Becky, are you sure you don't want to go out tonight? It'll be just us." Ken urges.
"You should go so you don't sit at the hotel alone." Randy encourages.
"Fine, I guess I'll go." Becky finally gives in. Besides, she had nothing better to do.
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"I'm sorry miss, but I am going to have to cut you off for the night." Becky looks up at the bartender surprised. She was hardly drunk. This was only her fifth shot, and maybe six beers. She looked beside her, finding the stool empty. Where was Ken? Ken. Oh yeah. He left an hour after they got here with some blonde. So Becky decided to drink, a lot.
"What? I'm not even drunk."
"I let you have way more then what I should have."
"Then your...going to be in trouble." Becky says, poking him in the chest.
"Which is why I am cutting you off right now." He hated dealing with drunks, he really did. When Becky didn't respond, he walked away.
"So much for friends tonight." A man mumbles, sitting down beside Becky. She turns her head to look at him.
"Tell me about it Cody. Mine left me when a pair of legs walked by." He could tell by her voice she was drunk, but didn't comment on it. Hell, he was drunk himself.
"Go figure. Mine too. I guess we aren't good enough."
"Well we don't need them! We have...us." Becky announces. Her words were slurred but he understood her. He was surprised she didn't slap him and tell him to leave yet. He didn't know what made him sit beside her, but he saw her sitting alone and took a chance.
"Well what are we going to do then?" He asks.
"I dunno. They won't serve me anymore alcohol because Mr. Bartender is a jackass."
"Want to get out of here then?" Cody asks.
"Where are we going first?" Becky asks, tilting her head, pondering his question.
"I don't know, any suggestions?"
"We should go to that park the others were talking about earlier."
"Becky, it's two in the morning." Cody reminds her.
"I haven't been to a park in a long time. Plus, I love the swings." Becky tells him, giving him her best pleading look.
"Fine. Let's see if we can find a cab."
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"Push me."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Cody, push me. I can't make it go by myself." Becky explains, sitting on the swing. The fresh air did little to sober her up.
"Alright." He gives in, and gently pushes her. It was quiet for awhile, both just enjoying the night breeze.
"Your kinda cute when your mouth isn't running." Cody comments.
"I think I'm ready to go. I'm tired." Becky says, saying nothing about what Cody said. They weren't at the park very long, an hour tops. He agreed, and with a little bit of stumbling, they made it back to the hotel, which was only about a block away.
"Want me to walk you to your room?" Cody asks. Becky was far more drunk then he was, and he was worried something would happen to her. She hated him, he didn't hate her.
"Fine, but just so you know, I'm perfectly capable of walking there myself." She says, tripping over her own foot, Cody catching her before she hit the ground.
"I know you are." Cody agrees. He wraps his arm around her waist to keep her up, and walks her to her room. She was on the fourth floor, so he decided it would be best to take the elevator.
"Are you sharing a room with anyone?" Cody asks.
"Randy, but he won't be back tonight." For some reason, that comforted Cody. After what Randy told him the other night, he was glad he wouldn't be staying with Becky tonight. He got to her room, and got the key out of her pocket then walked in. He helped her onto the bed, then got her a glass of water and put it next to the bed, along with a slip of paper.
"I'm leaving now. If you need anything, just all me." He said, getting no response. She was passed out. He smiled at her, before heading to his own hotel room.