Authors Note: I've decided to make this whole Sin City thing two or maybe three parts because squishing it all into one was wayyyyy too much! LoL. A lot of pairings have also happened in this chapter. Please reply back if you guys are happy with the pairings or not, because I was slightly doubtful about them! Thanks So Much To My Readers!

"Are you positive she won't find it offensive or anything?" Randy asked, fiddling with the box in his hand.

"Trust me man, I know what's good with the ladies." Rey said, nodding his head. "She'll appreciate it!"

Rey, Cena and Carlito all began socializing; getting the up to date scores on the latest football games. They all sat in a limo, courtesy of Randy Orton, headed off to Sin City. But prior to that, they had to go pick up the four lovely ladies. One by one, first came Candice, Melina then Torrie. Last one to pick up was Christy.

"What's in the box Randy?" Torrie asked, brushing her wavy blonde hair out of her face.

"Oh..It's just.." Looks up at Torrie. "A gift. For Christy."

Melina, Candice and Torrie looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Giving each other almost whispered giggles.

Conversations were passing through, amazing each other how these seven people began at nothing, to becoming the closest of friends. All thanks to the bonding of Randy Orton and Christy Hemme. The limo came to a halt, as Randy grew even more uneasy. He was planning to give her present when they were together somewhere private, or when a great deal of attention wasn't pointed on him.

The girls squealed, aware of the fact they were closer to reaching Sin City. Torrie reached over to open the limo door, exiting the limo along with the other ladies, slamming the door behind them.

"Randy, what crawled up your ass?" Carlito asked, as Randy looked up with a puzzled look. "You're all quiet and tense man."

Rey and John looked at Randy also. Randy tilted his head down, taking a deep breath, scratching the back of his head.

"Well." Randy paused, and looked at them one by one. "I'm gonna tell her. Tonight."

Before anyone could say anything, squeals were heard yet again, hearing it come closer and closer towards the limo. The door swung open, as all eyes were there. They all came in one by one, laughing and giggling. They were as bubbly as ever. They then made howling sounds, clapping their hands together as Christy entered the limo. Randy's happiness grew to a whole new level, unable to direct his facial expression, as she came in wearing a really tight red dress, which ended at just four inches above her knee, wore black stockings with black pointed heels. And had a small portion of her pink bra peaking out, reeling the a lot of attention to her D cup breasts.

The rest of the ride was pure socializing, anxious as ever. The stop was made, reaching their destination. One by one, they exited the vehicle, feeling the bass of the music, almost as if it were injected into their veins.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my goddd!" Melina yelled, looking at everyone. "I can't believe we're here!"

The four of them were as rowdy as ever, hooking onto each other, walking towards the entrance with the guys right behind them. They got closer and closer, seeing the neon white sign glimmering proudly of the words, 'Sin City'. Their eyes seemed to have drooped, waiting at the very back of the extensive line. The boys just stood there with grins across their faces.

"Lines ladies? That's not cool." Carlito said, nodding his head disapprovingly. "Follow us."

They looked at each other confusingly, following the guys to the front of the line. Getting some repulsive looks from other people. They approached the enormous bouncer, as Christy noted that he looked almost like Mr.Batista. He just looked down at Carlito with a beam on his face, stepping out of the way for the eight of them to enter.

"What was that all about?" Candice asked looking at Carlito.

"Oh? I didn't tell you?" Carlito said with the hugest grin on his face. "My uncle owns this place."

The walls looked to be vibrating to the deafening hip hop music blaring throughout the club. Everything was white, the walls were white, the dance floor was tiled white with lights shining from below, and the tables and chairs were white too! The eight of them leaded to a long, white cushioned semi circle chair. With a squeaky clean white table in the middle.

"I'm sorry, but I can't sit here any longer! I'm off to the dance floor!" Melina said, hopefully being loud enough for them to hear.

"I'll come with!" Rey said.

Torrie and Candice scooted over, allowing them to pass. Watching them sway their way through the sweated crowd.

"Hey! Bring me along!" Candice quickly stated.

"I'll come too!" Carlito alleged.

The four remaining just watched them disappear into the busy crowd. John then pulled out his cell phone from his jean shorts, flipping it up.

"Hmmm. 9:27 pm." He looked up, making eye contact with Torrie. "I don't plan on wasting it alone."

John's smile melted Torrie inside as it was reaching from ear to ear. Torrie knew what that meant. She just smiled back and nodded, getting up from the table, as so did Cena. Torrie then looked over at Christy.

"Will you be alright?"

"Yep. Don't worry about me." Christy said with a cold smile.

Torrie nodded once again, looking back at John, giggling, as he took her hand. Watching them sit over at the bar. Randy's mind was exploding; this was the moment he wanted. He gave out a huge sigh, as if to get Christy's attention.

"Well…It's, just the two of us." Randy trailed.

"Yeah.."

Christy was obviously lost for words; she's had the hugest crush on him ever since she laid eyes on him. Every time she was around him, she felt her stomach turn in odd ways. The silence grew on her like a spreading virus, quickly eyeing down the box he held in his hand.

"What's in the box?"

"Oh this?" Randy said with a touch of pride, looking up at Christy as if he's never seen it before. "This, is actually. For you."

Christy's bright blue eyes widened, as she felt a warmth running to her cheeks.

"What? Really?"

"Well yeah. Here."

Randy passed the box over to Christy, as she took it in her hand. Without any further ado, she opened it, spotting contact lenses. Honestly, she didn't know how to react.

"When I told you I felt really bad about smashing your glasses, I was telling the truth." Randy shrugged his shoulders. "And, I guess this was the only way I would pay you back."

Christy put this strange look on her face, as it worried Orton as if he did offend her.

"Wow." Christy chirped. "This is great! You really didn't have to do this."

Christy's only put on contacts once in her life, and she hated it. Maybe this time, it would be different. She took her index finger, sticking the thing right into her eye. Feeling a rush of a thousand sand particles pouring in. Randy just laughed, seeing Christy's reaction. She then put the other in, getting her eyes all watery. She then looked up at Randy with the hugest smile on her face.

What seemed almost like a birdcall ring out in the club, it was blared with 'My Time Is Now' by of course, Mr.Cena himself. The rest scanned their eyes around, as it wasn't too soon until they saw John standing on the bar counter, yelling out proudly, "THIS IS MY SONG! THIS IS MY SONG MAN!" Strangers looked at him as if he were psychological, as the others just laughed, but Torrie had her right hand over her forehead, pretending like she had never even met him.

Author's Note: I Know This Is Kind Of An Odd Way To End It. But Just It Is Placed In Different Parts, Almost Like Chapters LoL. So Keep Checking Back For The Second Part!