The three boys also hailed a cab to the hotel they were to stay in for the rest of the night before their dawn flight to New York City. It seemed as soon as the boys got to their rooms to lay their heads on their pillows, they received wake-up calls and had less than an hour 'til they were needed at the airport.
"So how was you night last night?" Ken Kennedy, the Smackdown resident morning person, asked John as he picked up the boarding passes for himself and his two closest friends.
"My night was decent. I got a good twenty minutes of sleep. How about you?" Cena led Kennedy back to where Dave and Randy were sitting as they continued to speak.
"My night…it was okay. You'd be surprised how many girls love to scream Kennedy…KEN-NED-DY!" Ken cockily smiled as he tried to recount himself. "Anyways, I heard Orton had a decent night too." Ken ribbed the drowsy looking third generation superstar nicknamed 'The Ladykiller'.
AS Randy went to down talk the situation, Dave told Ken, and a few other surrounding superstars what happened. "Orton had danced with the girl, they had a couple of drinks and when he went for the kill, she as all, ' I know what kinda guy you are…'."
Before the story got to out of hand, Randy jumped in and saved himself. "Look , the girl was hot," Randy recalled how her honey-skin looked in the moonlight last night, "but she wasn't my type… Besides, what's so wrong with being that kinda guy?" Randy played up the whole 'playboy' image, but he never labeled himself as that guy.
"I'd be that guy if she wanted me too. She was everybody's type! Girl was obviously smart; cause she turned Orton down and-" John checked to see that no divas were around before recounting the girl, "She was more than hot; think Tyra, Halle and Mariah. This girl, she was tall and stacked. She had legs for days and this black curly hair…oh, and like smoky eyes, she looked just like…" John looked down the terminal a bit and there stood the girl from the dinner last night. She was dressed differently, much more business appropriate. She had on a pair of dark jeans and a business blazer, with her hair straightened and pulled into a high ponytail and a pump. Regardless, or maybe because, of her conservative choice, she looked good, "..that."
The mystery woman immediately turned to the front of the terminal, seemingly headed to the pack of divas that she seemed to know. Halfway there, she turned back with her sights set on Orton and the boys. Everyone was silent as she walked to the group's center, "Morning Boys, I'm Rae… Rae Long." She smiled haughtily at the group before turning on her heels and walking away.
Randy, he thought to himself, Open mouth, insert foot.
John suppressed laughter as he hit his friend on the shoulder, "Ha…that's what you get for being that kind of guy…"