Kelly and Randy walked out of the bar as the cool air hit their faces. Immediately Randy pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Kelly watched on and suddenly he looked at her. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. "I'm sorry, but why do you stare at me like I'm committing a crime?" he asked rudely.

"Just counting down your days Randal" she smiled and turned to walk down the sidewalk. Randy stared in confusion. How did she know his real name? He followed up beside her. "I mean it doesn't make you a bad person, but seriously that thing probably just contributed to killing your brain cells," she pointed out.

Randy shook his head. Yes, this girl was really something. He chuckled and exhaled the smoke. "And who might've taught you this?" he asked.

"Punk."

"I figured" Randy mumbled under his breath. They walked quietly back to the hotel. Kelly wrapped her arms around her bare shoulders as Randy finished up his cigarette. He threw it to the side and Kelly immediately stopped.

"What about stomping on it?" she asked.

Randy looked at the remaining cigarette bud and closed his eyes. "There's not much left to stomp on" he stated. Kelly pulled in her eyebrows and placed her hands on her hip. Randy rolled his eyes and stomped on it. "Happy?" he asked. She nodded and walked ahead of him. "Remind me not to smoke when you're around" he called out.

Kelly turned and faced him, "That's sweet. You're changing your ways for me" she teased.

Randy shook his head, "I'm anything but sweet."

Kelly rolled her eyes and continued her way back to the hotel. Randy trailed slowly behind her, taking in how nice her ass looked in that tight dress she was sporting. He felt himself getting turned on and immediately he cursed himself. Kelly turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. He nervously laughed, "So why haven't I seen you in the WWE before?" he asked her, trying to push away the thought of Kelly's ass.

"I came 2 years ago. Thanks to Punk. I knew him from Florida and we met once at a coffee shop. He's such a sweetheart. I love him" she bragged. Randy caught himself rolling his eyes for the hundredth time tonight. "I mean, he's like the perfect guy to even date," she added.

Now that pissed Randy off. "Then why don't you?" he shot at her.

Kelly studied Randy's face for a second. His jaw seemed clenched and his veins were pulsing through his forehead. "I- I'm not attracted to him" she whispered. She then noticed how Randy eased up and suddenly a bizarre thought came into her mind. Does Randy like her?

"Well that's a shocker," he said sarcastically.

Kelly felt defensive, "Um, matter of fact a lot of girls are attracted to Punk. More girls are probably attracted to him than they are to you" she pointed out.

Randy stopped in his tracks and started to laugh. "Good point" he said stifling another laugh.

"Why are you so rude to him anyways?" she asked.

"That's none of your business," he said.

They finally approached the hotel and Kelly walked in first as Randy followed behind her. They waited patiently at the elevator and once it opened Kelly and Randy stepped inside. She pressed her floor and waited for Randy to do the same. When he didn't, Kelly felt herself getting mad. She glared at him, "Do you think I'm going to sleep with you after just talking to you for a few minutes? If that's what you think then you're wrong!" she snapped.

"My rooms on the same floor…" he trailed off staring at her blankly.

Kelly felt her cheeks burn. She turned her face away from his and from the corner of her eye she could see Randy smirking. God, did he have to make her feel stupid? Who did this guy think he was? When the elevator opened Kelly just went straight to her room without saying goodnight or even a thank you. Randy simply shrugged it off and walked back into his room.

He realized that for the first time in years a girl left without even sleeping with him. The thought sort of bothered him. Usually Randy just ditched the girl once he figured she's not the one for a one-night stand, but Kelly was different. He just let her go without even making a move on her. It can't be because Punk was her best friend. He shook his head not being able to put together the thought. He flung himself on his bed and went straight to sleep.

Kelly walked out of the shower as water dripped from her hair. She was sure, with the distance she had between Randy and herself, she smelled like liquor and smoke. The last thing she wanted was for Eve to run off and tell Punk, who would bust her ass about it. She changed into her pajamas and without letting her hair dry she laid in her bed. Tonight was something. She never thought she'd spend the night with Randy in the basement of a bar with a bunch of other alcohol-induced men. Most of all, she enjoyed every bit of it. Everything about it screamed 'badass' and she liked the idea of doing badass things.

Her hotel room door opened and Eve walked in. She stared at Kelly, completely oblivious to the fact that Kelly even left the room. "Have a fun night?" she asked Kelly.

Kelly shrugged, "It was just like this," she said gesturing to the bed.

Eve laughed and got into bed herself. "Punk seems fine now. I think he'll be better by tomorrow" she assured. Kelly nodded and reached over to turn off the lamp. They laid in the darkness, only the sound of their breathing audible.

"How do you know if someone likes you?" Kelly asked all of a sudden.

"That's a hard question. It depends on what type of person they are" Eve said softly.

Kelly remained quiet. She didn't want to describe whom she was talking about and then have Eve find out whom it is. That would be embarrassing and a little scary if Punk knew.

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