Disclaimer: My name is not Vince McMahon; therefore I do not own anything pertaining to the WWE. This includes Randy Orton and all other superstars, unfortunately. But if he would like to give himself to me, I would gladly accept.

Chapter 15

"Okay, you know you two are officially drunk right?" Jordan stumbled and pointing while laughing. Amy, Trish, and Jordan had found a relatively new nightclub and had decided that there was no better way to spend the night than dancing and throwing back shots with a bunch of frat boys that thought they could out drink them. Not so surprising to Jordan, Trish and Amy had been all to happy to step right up to the challenge but it had taken a little coaxing to get her to agree.

"Come on J, what are you going to do sit at the bar all night and think about Randy?" Amy teased. "Live a little," she said while pulling at her more conservative and reluctant friend.

"Ah what the hell, but the tabs on you," Jordan replied smirking. She'd be damned if she was footing the bill for the night's activities.

"Nope, bills on them," Amy said with a laugh as she glanced over at the four overly good-looking college boys who were no so inconspicuously checking them out.

Forty-five minutes, endless hip-hop songs, and more shots the girls could even begin to fathom later and Jordan was now trying her best to stand up straight in her not so comfortable boots and mock her two friends all at the same time. It was quite a feat in her drunken mind's opinion.

"Maybe, but at least I can stand up straight," Trish relied as she stood quickly. But gravity being the bitch that it was, she was on the ground just as quick as she had stood.

Amy and Jordan laughed as they watched Trish scramble to get up, before she gave up and just laughed on the floor right along with them.

"Did you know that you guys are my best friends, I mean you really are, well except you Jordan, you are my new best friend, because you are new, kind of like your shoes they look new …" Trish said as she grabbed onto Jordan leg and tried to stand again.

"Whoa, Trish let's stand up and be a bid girl, okay?" Amy, the soberest of the three, said with a laugh.

"Okay, but only if you go dance with that one guy that was hitting on you, what was his name," Trish slurred.

"Rick!" Jordan said as she threw her hands up. "He was cute Amy, go dance."

"I think you girls are a little two drunk for me to leave you alone," Amy said with a smile.

"Nope, we'll be good mom, we promise," Trish replied while holding up her left hand and trying to look serious.

"I'm fine, I didn't drink as much as this one," Jordan said pointing at Trish.

"That is so not true, but I will dance with Rick if you dance with his hot blonde friend that had been staring at you all night," Amy replied with a wicked smile.

Jordan stumbled and turned slightly to where Amy was looking and sure enough one of the good looking frat boys was staring directly at her, or at least he was until Jordan turned. At that point he smiled and looked down slightly. Jordan felt her face flush and turned back embarrassed.

"Come on you guys, you know I can't," Jordan said slowly.

"Why not? If you don't like Randy or anyone else for that matter, like you claim to, than why can't you?" Amy grinned.

Jordan knew that she had her. She had spent most of the early part of the night denying any real feelings for Randy and knew Amy was calling her on it. The mixture of her need prove Amy wrong and her drunken courage, caused Jordan to smile at Amy and Trish quickly before turning and heading over where the guy was still standing with one of his friends.

"Hey, remember me?" Jordan slurred slightly as she felt her face get hot. She was pretty sure it was the alcohol, but the tall blonde was looking really attractive to her at the moment.

"Of course, my friend and I were just talking about you guys."

"Oh really? Well my friends over there would love it if you two joined us," Jordan said with flirtation that was appearing on its own. The pair followed Jordan over to where Amy and Trish were standing before the entire group made their way to the dance floor. Jordan felt her body being pulled slightly before turning and seeing the blonde guy smiling and dancing behind her. For the first time in forever, Jordan felt her self get lost in the dancing and music she heard pounding behind her. It felt like hours that Jordan stayed like this until finally Amy turned her slightly.

"Hey, I see Dave over there; I'll be right back, are you okay?"

"Yep, I fine," Jordan replied as she felt herself sober slightly. "I'm just going to go get some water or something, though. You don't mind do you?" She said as she smiled slightly at her dancing partner. As he shook his head in approval, Jordan quickly left and made her way to the bar, realizing as she sobered that she didn't want to lead the guy into thinking there was anything more in it for him other than dancing. As she rushed off the dance floor, she saw Amy's fiery red hair out of the corner of her eye. As she looked closer, she saw that she was stationed directly onto Dave's lap as the two laughed quietly over something Dave had said. For some reason the sight of the happy pair filled Jordan with happiness and sadness all at the same time. She was so glad that amongst all the craziness in their business that Amy and Dave found something that resembled normal, but she also wished like crazy that she had it too.

Shaking her head softly, Jordan smiled at the pair's image before glancing around for any sign of Trish. When she couldn't find the blonde woman's head anywhere she decided that she should at least ask Amy if she had seen her.

"Hey guys, I hate to interrupt, but have you seen Trish?" Jordan asked as she approached the couple.

"Yeah, she wasn't feeling so well, so Chris went back with her to the hotel," Dave replied. "You looked like you were having a good time," he smirked at her.

Jordan blushed slightly before replying, "Trying to rekindle my mis-spent youth."

Dave and Amy both laughed heartily at this before Dave look hesitantly back towards the bar. "You know Randy's here too, if you were curious."

Jordan felt the pair stare at her as she looked over to the bar area. Sure enough, amidst the laughing couple and friends was Randy leaned back casually as he swirled and stared at his drink in front of him.

"He said he wanted us to leave him to chill by himself, but something tells me that doesn't apply to you," Dave said before turning back to Amy and kissing her shoulder. Amy laughed quietly and ran her hand through Dave's hair before turning to Jordan.

"You know you want to. And I promise no shit from me tomorrow about it. Just do something to make yourself happy for once."

Jordan genuinely smiled at the pair as she realized that Amy was right. She should do something to make herself happy. Even if it meant getting over whatever stupid issues she may have with Randy at the moment. She waved quickly before setting off to find the man, that whether she liked it or not, completely occupied her mind and maybe even a little piece of her heart.

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Randy cursed himself quietly as he tried to force himself to look away from the gorgeous brunette that was dancing not twenty feet in front of him. But his eyes were mesmerized by the way Jordan's hips were moving ever so gracefully to the beat of the music as some college-aged punk had his hands wrapped around her waist. Exactly were Randy felt that his hands should be at the moment. But instead he was forced to drown his sorrows into his whiskey-sour as the woman he wanted to be with danced with someone else. It took everything inside him not to jump up and beat the hell out of the kid for even touching her, but knowing he couldn't, he tried to force away his anger with every drink he took. At the moment, his remedy wasn't working all to well. But, to his delight, he saw Amy whisper something to Jordan minutes before she finally untangled herself form the prick that she was dancing with, to walk over to find Dave and her friend. The look of heartbreak and slight envy that crossed her face as she watched Dave and Amy cuddle quietly made it near impossible for Randy not to just run over and kiss every fear and doubt she had ever had about herself into oblivion. But it wasn't what she wanted and that is what stopped him. She had asked to be just friends and he knew that even if it drove him completely crazy, he would give it to her.

He looked down at his drink below him for a few silent minutes before deciding that he had had enough of torturing himself. There was no reason for him to sit and watch the woman he wanted to be with dance with other guys. He silently and hurridly downed the remainder of his drink before throwing a few bills onto the bar. He stood and put his wallet back into his jeans before turning straight into the absolute last person he wanted to see.

"Hey, lover. How was your day," Samantha's silky, and yet nauseating to Randy, voice purred.

He sighed before looking up and shaking his head in disbelief. "Well, awful and now you're here, so I'd say it's pretty much what I'd imagine hell is like, how was yours?" he asked with sarcasm and fake enthusiasm.

"Honestly Randy. When are you going to get over all this hostility you have for me. I know I hurt you and I know I made a mistake, but we work together now. There is no reason why we can't try to start over," Samantha purred as she curled her arm around Randy's. "I know we had our bad times, but when it was good, it was so good baby," she whispered into his ear.

Randy closed his eyes and sighed as he tried to will himself not to get suck into Sam's charms.

"The reason we can't try again, is because I don't want to. There's some else in my life now, Sam. So get over whatever fantasies you have of us getting back together, alright?" Randy replied before trying to push her arm off his.

"Oh, who? That mousy assistant I've seen running around. You know just as well as I do that she has nothing on me," Sam said as she grabbed Randy's hand as ran in down her hip.

"You no what, I'm through with this, Sam. Your games were old then and they are still old now," Randy backed away from her. "I'm leaving now, so find someone else to torment," Randy said before trying to push past Samantha. But just as he was trying to slide past her, Sam reached up to his forearm with one hand before pulling his face down to hers with her other. She laughed wickedly for a split-second before pushing her lips onto his. For a moment she thought he might reciprocate her advanced, but as he pushed back from her suddenly, she realized she was wrong. Just as he was about to turn to leave and try to forgot about every even knowing Sam, he saw a familiar figure behind Sam gasp slightly. He stopped and saw Jordan looking at him with a hazy, untillegible look that he was becoming all too familiar with.

"Dammit," he cursed before pushing once again past Samantha.

"It's not worth it Randy," he heard Sam yell at him as he pushed his way through the club trying to follow Jordan. As he stumbled outside, he glanced wildly around, looking for any sign of her. Frustrated with himself, and Samantha, and anyone else that was coming to his head, he sighed and had to keep himself from hitting the wall that was adjacent to him. He had once again let down Jordan and had once again allowed Samantha to dictate his life. And he was actually starting to wonder if there was anything he could do to stop either.

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Jordan pushed her way out into the warm breeze of the night as she tried to keep tears from running down her face. Once again she had seen Randy with someone other than herself, and once again she has let it break her heart. She wrapped her arms around herself as she set out in the direction of her hotel, deciding that she needed to walk to clear her head. But as tears started to stream down her face, she knew that nothing would stop the swirling in her head. She couldn't be mad at Randy, because they were just supposed to be friends, but she also couldn't stop herself from wondering what all the other girls around him had that she didn't.

'The courage to actually try something with him,' her head told her. And with that bitter thought, more tear poured down her face as she reached the entrance to her hotel. She made her way to her room as fast as she could, trying to avoid anyone seeing how upset she was. Not even bothering to change, Jordan fell into her bed and let all the sadness that had boiling up in her pour out before her body finally allowed her to sleep.

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A lone figure stood, leaning back against a wall that was opposite the club that Jordan and Randy had just ran out of. A single thought was whispered with an evil smirk behind it.

"This should be good."

A/N – Hehe, I'll leave this one alone and just let you all read and review.