Chapter 5

Randy was currently at the airport trying to collect the rental car he'd booked online a few weeks ago. The problem was his booking had been cancelled and there were no more cars available. "What do you mean my booking has been cancelled? Who cancelled it? I know I haven't. And I have my unique reference number right here." He pointed to the number on the paper he was holding.

The clerk behind the rental desk tapped in his reference number again. "Your credit card was refused Mr Orton."

Randy could feel the anger rising in him, "What? That's impossible."

"According to the computer, your credit card company refused to honour the payment. We had no choice but to cancel the booking," the clerk explained.

The Legend Killer scowled, "I demand to see your supervisor."

"You can demand all you like, she's not in today. The best I can do is to put you on a reserve list."

"Reserve list? Don't you know who I am?" He slammed his fist down onto the desk.

"No but if you don't keep your temper in check, I'm calling security. Do you understand?"

Deciding to change tactics Randy smiled at her, "I'm really sorry. I've just got to get to the place where I'm working tonight quickly. Isn't there anything you can do for me?"

The clerk rolled her eyes, "No there isn't. We are fully booked. Like I said before I can put you on the reserve list. If someone no shows then you can have their vehicle, if not I suggest you call a cab. If you like to take a seat, I'll call you if we have a car available."

"Thanks for nothing," Randy muttered as he walked away, dragging his suitcase behind him. He went to other car rental desk further down but didn't get any luck there either. After trying the other two desks, Randy decided to head outside for a cigarette to help relax him.

He'd just finished it when a car pulled up besides him, the passenger side window opened relieving Lita driving the car, "Hey Randy."

"Hey."

"What's wrong, you don't seem happy?"

"Rental company screwed up my booking. I don't have a car."

"Wow, that sucks. Somebody should give you a ride or something."

Randy smirked, "If that an offer?"

"Nope, just saying. Anyhoo, I gotta go, don't want to be late to the arena. See ya later." With that she pressed the button to close the window and started to drive off. She only drove a few meters before hitting the breaks again. She reopened the window and shouted, "Are you getting in or not?"

Randy jogged towards the car, quickly opening the rear door, he placed his case on the back seat. Once the door was closed, it was only a few minutes before they were on their way to the arena.

"Thanks for this, Li. I really appreciate it."

"You didn't think I'd really leave you there would you?"

Randy frowned, "Maybe … after last week."

Lita smirked, "Well now that you've brought that up, I should just leave you here."

Randy nearly panicked, "I am really sorry about that, I wasn't thinking at all."

"You can make it up to me," Lita said casually, "I'm not sure how yet, but I'll let you know."

The Legend Killer raised his eyebrows, "Oh really?"

Lita rolled her eyes, "Get your mind out of the gutter, Orton."

He shot her a fake wounded look, "It wasn't in the gutter, honest."

"Of course it wasn't," she replied sarcastically.

"Okay maybe it was … just a little. That doesn't make me a bad person though."

"If you say so," Lita said.

He smirked, "I do … so what are we going to listen to. I don't care as long as it isn't rap."

"Me either."

Randy frowned, "I thought you were friends with Cena."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"I heard he forces everyone to listen to that CD of his."

Lita laughed, "Who told you that?"

Randy frowned again, "I don't remember."

The redhead smiled, "You don't remember or you don't want to remember? Randy Orton, did you just make that up?"

"No, somebody told me that. I think it was Edge."

Lita laughed, "That's sounds like something Adam would say. Now are you going to put something on or what? At this rate, we'll be at the hotel before you make up your mind."

Randy shook his head but didn't say anything. Instead he turned on the radio, channel hopping for a while before he found something he liked. The two had drifted into a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Randy's cell phone rang. Randy muted the radio before answering, "Hello?"

"Where are you?" His sister's voice replied.

"I'm on my way to the arena. Is something wrong?"

"No just wondering, I thought you would have been here by now, that's all."

"I would have been but the rental car company fucked up my booking," Randy replied.

Melina laughed, "Aww poor Boo Boo!"

"You're paying for that later, Princess."

"Don't call me Princess … Shitface."

"Strike two."

Melina rolled her eyes even though her brother couldn't see her, "Oh please, am I supposed to be scared?"

"You better be scared. I have to go now." Before she could reply he hung up the phone.

Lita had tried her best not to listen to his conversation but he was talking so loud it was kind of hard not to. She couldn't help but wonder who he was talking to. There was only one way to find out, "Was that your girlfriend?"

"No," Randy replied sternly.

"Okay … I was only asking, no need to bite my head off."

"Sorry I didn't mean to. It was my sister," he admitted.

Lita frowned, "I didn't know you had a sister."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Lita."

"Duh, we hardly know each other."

"Maybe we should change that." Randy replied.

Lita smiled before turning her attention back to the road, "I think I'd like that."