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Chapter 5

Parker and Avery continued to dance as if no one else was in the bar with them. Even Shelton had a hard time keeping up; the two girls eventually freaked him back to his seat. But this is what they always did, hot guys or WWE Superstars…it didn't matter; when Parker and Avery got together, they had their own party, to hell with everybody else.

By the time they giggled their way back to the table, Parker's chubby cheeks were bright red. She was hot, her long brown hair was clinging to her face and a small river was starting to run between and underneath the girls. She knew it was time to call it quits because she didn't want to embarrass herself by sweating. Charlie Haas already saw her as a subhuman life form and the last thing she was going to do was give that fucker something else to comment on. Truthfully, she could have gone round for round with him; Parker could put herself and her weight down with the best of them. But why should she? Why should she validate people and their ignorance, when she knew she was fabulous? It was just easier to gracefully pull herself out of this fight. She had always been taught to pick her battles and frankly Charlie Haas wasn't worth her time.

Parker flopped in her seat and gladly accepted the fresh bottle of beer that Jeff handed her. She closed her eyes as she let the cool amber liquid run down her throat. It wasn't water, but it was cold and wet, so it would have to do.

Randy put his arm around Avery's shoulder when she sat back down. She was too hot to think about blushing. She leaned back and enjoyed feeling his large hand massage her neck. He knew it was getting late and truthfully, he was ready to end this thing. Randy was a man with a plan. If Avery wanted him to spend the night with her, he was going to grant her wish. Now it was time for her to put up or shut up.

"That's it fellas…I'm done." Carlito stood up from the table and threw some bills in the center.

Parker smiled at him. "Watching me dance got you all hot and bothered, huh?" She loved that cute little smirk he had. Although Carlito had been the quietest of the guys, he was nice to her, so for that he got cool points.

"I'm going home tomorrow. My flight leaves at seven…I gotta get some sleep." He shook hands with the guys and then turned to Avery. "It was nice to meet you." He smiled at her when she smiled back. He walked from his spot in the corner over to Parker's chair and held out his arms. "It was really nice to meet you too, Parker."

Parker's eyes grew large. Although she had been drinking and talking to those guys for more than two hours, she had yet to touch any of them. She stood up and hugged Carlito trying not to squeal like a schoolgirl. "It was nice to meet you too, Carlito."

Carlito stood back and gave her a strange face. "Carlito is my stage name…my friends call me Carly."

"Good night, Carly." Parker's blush was written all over her face. She couldn't believe how cute and nice he was. As soon as he left she turned around and her eyes bugged out of her head. "I can't believe he wanted me to call him Carly! I didn't think he liked me…he hardly said anything."

John shrugged. "For Carly to talk all the damn time on the show, he don't really say much when we all get together. He's usually too busy laughing at us. We argue all the fucking time." He pointed between himself and Randy.

Randy flipped John off and turned his attention to Avery. "You ready to go?" He never once asked her if she wanted to spend the night with him. That was given…he was Randy Orton and in his mind, no woman could resist him. He raised a confident eyebrow as Avery nodded and stood, before returning his attention to the rest of the table. "I have neglected this beautiful young lady by hanging out with you assholes long enough. The two of us are going away to get to know each other better. It could be the three of us." He batted his eyes at Parker and gave his best pout.

Parker laughed. "Thanks for the invite, but I think Avery's got this one."

"You sure now, cause there's always room for one more on the Orton Express." Randy's smile grew when he saw Parker's. Randy rounded the table, still holding Avery's hand and made his way over to Parker.

Swinging her hair dramatically over her shoulder, Parker shook her head. "Now Randy, I'm the girl that fairy tales and legends are written about…you couldn't handle it."

"Ahh, but let us not forget that I am the Legend Killer."

For Randy Orton not to have been a wrestler that Parker liked, he was a man that she adored. She loved his wit and fact that he was as cocky and confident as she was. If only Avery didn't lust after him and if only she didn't love John Cena, Randy and Parker would have made one hell of a story to tell her friends.

Randy dropped Avery's hand and stood in front of Parker. "It has truly been a pleasure." He stuck his hand out to her with a smirk. "Good night." He looked down at her chest and sighed dramatically. "Good night girls…we could have made such beautiful music together."

Parker shook her head. "Oh, what the hell?" She reached up and pulled Randy down by the arms until his face was buried between the twins.

Randy got down on his knees to allow himself to enjoy the moment. He was in heaven. He moved his head from side to side and let out a growl, wrapping his arms around Parker's waist. With a satisfied sigh, he turned his head and laid it on her chest and closed his eyes. "You know…I am going to your room, so if you get lonely…I'm only a bed away." He wouldn't stop trying; Randy didn't give up, ever.

Parker stroked his head and laughed. "I'm good and the offer has been duly noted."

Reluctantly Randy sat back on his legs and looked Parker in the eye, he couldn't help but to shake his head. "Don't forget…10 ½ inches." He held his index fingers apart to show her just how big that was. John Cena was an asshole, Randy would have shown that girl the time of her life; all she had to do was say the word. With a smirk, he leaned in and touched his lips to hers in a sweet good night kiss. He could tell she was shocked, but he didn't care, he was laying the ground work that would hopefully lead to him feeling more of those breasts that he couldn't get off of his mind. "It's an open invitation." He winked when he stood and took a giggling Avery's hand in his again. With a smirk and nod, Randy turned around and led Avery out of the bar.

Charlie Haas had about enough of this shit. He couldn't figure out what the attraction or appeal to the big girl was all about. "I'm out too. I gotta go call the wife." He stood up, placing his money on the table and nodded at Parker, before he left.

"Is he always such a dick?" She turned to Jeff who nodded. "I don't know why the hell y'all hang out with him. He's a fucking drag."

Shelton chuckled. "Yeah, but his wife's hot. We keep him around just in case she comes by." He looked over at John who motioned his head toward the door. "I guess that's my cue…"

"No…not you too." Parker whined.

Shelton shrugged. He didn't know why John was trying to get rid of him, but he didn't question it. It was getting late and they all had early flights in the morning. "Yeah…me and Jeff gotta early flight; we have to go to sleep, don't wanna break curfew, Momma."

Jeff turned to Shelton confused. "I ain't goin' no where."

"Yes you are. Say goodnight, Jeff." Shelton said standing.

Jeff Hardy was the kind of guy that Parker only dreamed about meeting. He was so sweet that he almost seemed made up. He turned to Parker and poked out his lip. "Goodnight Jeff." When he stood, he pulled her up on her feet so that he could hug her. With his arms still around her he whispered in her ear. "Don't ever settle; you're worth more than that."

Parker didn't understand and she raised her eyebrow to him, when he looked at her face.

Jeff cut his eyes toward John sharply and then back toward hers. He knew she understood then. "And no matter what people think or say about you, just keep being you. I think that's your most attractive quality." Jeff gave her a kiss on her forehead before looking over at John and shaking his head.

Shelton came over and hugged Parker, lifting her off of the floor. She was shocked. Never in her life had she had someone try to pick her up, literally. "Don't think this is over either. When I see you again, I'm coming with the moves and I'm gonna dance you under the table."

"The next time you step to me, you better come correct. You better bring it." Parker flashed her smile and waved goodbye to the two men that exited the bar.

And then there were two.

"Well, I guess I should I go too." Parker said shyly to John. He had made it no secret that he wasn't interested in her. She felt sorry for him because he seemed so pressed over Avery and she was upstairs doing Lord knows what with Randy by now. "It was nice meeting you Johnny."

John placed his hand on her arm to stop her from leaving the table. "So what…I'm chopped liver now? I thought you were a fan."

She didn't know what to say to that. "I am. I did the fan thing…I got to hang out with you guys. And you were great…well, except that asshole you roll with. But, my friend, the time has come to part ways. I know...it'll be hard, but try to contain yourself."

John laughed. If nothing else, she was amusing. "But I ain't tired. Now that we got rid of the light weights, I wanna get to know you. So tell me about Parker…" He motioned his hand to find out more about her.

"Sutton…" She looked at him with suspicion. John Cena, WWE Superstar, could not have an interest in her. "You're serious?"

John nodded. "I ain't got nowhere else I'd rather be." If nothing else, John was charming and polite. She didn't need to know his pride was on the line, all she needed to know was he took an interest and the rest would work itself out.