A/N-- I would have had this up a hour ago, if it wasn't for one Ted Dibiase. Becky, I hope you can forgive me for getting distracted by that man. I've also come to the conclusion, Jericho needs to shave.
"What do you mean you got married?" Becky and Randy both ask their blonde friend the following Monday.
"I got married last Tuesday." Ken tells them.
"To who?" They both ask at the same time again, having a hard time Ken, playboy Ken, different girl every night Ken, got married.
"Her name is Shawn." Randy holds in a laugh, while Becky lets hers out.
"Come to think of it, Ken hasn't been out with us for a few weeks." Randy says. Once she took a minute to think about it, she agreed. She should have suspected something was up.
"So why weren't we invited?" Becky asks.
"Well, it was a spur of the moment thing. Only our parents were there." Ken explains.
"Well, congrats man." Randy says, giving him a pat on the shoulder, while Becky gives him a quick hug.
"So what I wanted to tell you two before anyone else is, this Saturday, the entire company will be in Chicago, so Shawn and I decided to have a reception type thing." Ken tells them. For about the next minute, Randy and Becky just stood there, and starring at Ken.
"Ken, in case you didn't realize this, we don't exactly do receptions."
"Stop being loners. Get out and maybe you'll meet someone too." Ken tells them.
"I'll have you know, I am anything but a loner." Becky says, setting Ken straight.
"Who have you hung out with in the past week?" Ken asks smugly.
"Well there was...Randy, and...Cody..." Becky says, stopping because she couldn't think of anyone else.
"Point proven. So anyway, will you two come? Your my best friends." Ken asks, almost begging.
"Fine, but we aren't dancing."
XXX
Becky took Cody's advice, and kept a close eye on Randy and his actions. He opened doors for her. Bought her things, and pretty much let her get her own way with everything. As far as she could tell, that was nothing out of the ordinary. Randy always done that. Cody was obviously wrong, she was sure of it.
"What are you thinking about?" Mickie asks, breaking Becky from her thoughts. On one of the rare, very rare, occasions she hung out with the other girls. Today she as gracing Mickie, Maria, and Beth with her presence
"Nothing. Just something Cody said to me last week."
"And what's that?" Maria asks. They were currently lounging out by the pool in the hotel, having nothing better to do.
"Well he pretty much suggested Randy wanted to date me." Becky confesses, unsure of why she was telling these girls this.
"So what's the big deal?" Beth asks.
"Randy obviously doesn't like me like that."
"Where have you been for the past year girl?" Maria asks, giving her a disbelieving look.
"We all know and can see it Becky. We're surprised it took you this long." Beth comments.
"No he doesn't. We are friends. Nothing more. Get it through your heads." Frustrated, Becky grabs her towel and leaves. She had to get ready for Kens stupid reception.
XX
"Hurry up Becky, we are going to be late." Randy yells into the bathroom.
"I'm not coming out." Becky yells back, refusing to step out of the bathroom.
"Why not?"
"I am refusing to walk out of this room wearing this dress."
"Come on, it can't be that bad." Randy encourages. Earlier, Mickie dropped the outfit off, basically saying she didn't want Becky to show up in jeans.
"Oh trust me, it is."
"Then just come out and put on some jeans or something." Randy says, urging her to hurry up.
"No. This day is important to Ken. I can't wear jeans."
"Then wear the dress. Either way, we have to leave." a few seconds later, the bathroom door opened, and Becky stepped out.
"About damn time, I thought you were goi..." Randy trails off, his eyes falling on her. She had on a strapless blue dress, that tied around her neck.
"Stop looking at me, I look..."
"Beautiful." Randy finishes. Quickly giving her a smile, to cover up what he said.
"So are you ready to go?" He asks, before she has time to say anything.
"I guess. But if people make fun of me, you better beat them up."
"Scouts honor." Randy salutes, leading them to the door.
XX
"Stop fidgeting, no one is staring at you." Randy whispers to you, as Ken and Shawn have their 'first' dance a week and a half after the wedding.
"Shut up." Was her only reply.
"Besides, you know just about everyone here." Randy reminds her. They were seated at a table with Jeff, Mickie, Jericho, and Victoria.
"Alright everyone. Get off your asses and lets dance." A voice comes over the sound system. Pretty much everyone gets up and joins the newlyweds on the dance floor.
"Don't even ask Orton. I wore a dress. I'm not dancing." Becky threatens. Randy just sighs and asks Layla to dance.
Two hours later.
"YMCA." Becky shouts, center of the dance floor, doing the moves to the song.
"Is she drunk?" Cody asks, standing next to Randy, who was trying not to laugh at Becky's backwards C's.
"I watched her down four shots, and have two beers, on top of the champagne." Randy answers. She wasn't drunk, but she was damn sure close to it.
"You seem a little drunk yourself." Randy comments, eyeing Cody up and down.
"I am." Cody admits. They watched the YMCA come to an end, and a slow song begin to play. Along with that, they watched her face sadden at the fact she had no one to dance with.
"You gonna go man?" Cody asks, watching Becky's expression.
"No, I made a big enough fool of myself already." Randy tells him.
"Alright then." Cody says, making his way to Becky.
"You look like you want a dancing partner."
"Technically I don't, you see I can slow dance by myself." Becky rambles, the alcohol going to her brain.
"Okay, I'll leave you to it." Cody says, turning around, attempting to leave.
"But since your already here." Becky says, pulling him back to her.
"Could this be anymore cliché?" Cody asks, as Aerosmith's I don't Wanna Miss A Thing blasted through the speakers.
"You know, I don't think it could be." Becky giggles, laying her head on his shoulder, gently swaying to the music.
"So do you want to get out of here?" Cody asks once the song came to an end.
"Are you trying to take advantage of me Mr. Rhodes?" Becky asks, giving him a smile.
"Maybe."
"Is your room free?"
"Maybe."
"Let's go then." Becky says, grabbing his hand and leading him away from the crowd of people, and passed a not so happy looking Randy Orton.