Randy's POV

Good lord. I need a drink. If I have to listen to Ted confess his love or Matt suck up for any longer and I'm not drunk, I'm going to vomit all over this fucking table. Gag me.

"Excuse me. I need a drink."

I got up and headed over to the bar. I didn't realize the girl I loved was behind me until I sat down and turned around. God she looks incredible tonight. Her long, blonde hair flows down her incredible back and her black jeans sat on her incredible hips. She has on a small band t-shirt, a bullet belt, and her combat boots. And man that red eyeshadow looks amazing.

"Um Randy" she stammered out. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"I thought you were mad at me, but sure. What's on your mind, beautiful?"

Amy gave me one of those 'oh my god you're making me melt looks' after I called her beautiful. Why wouldn't I call her beautiful? You know that old song 'California Girls'? I swear to god they were talking about Amy.

"Well" she sighed. "I want to talk about us."

Us? What about us? I love you and want you to be with me. It's really a very simple process. You plus me equals us!

"Oh. Well you know how I feel about you, Amy. And I'm pretty sure I know how you feel about me."

Amy is just standing here staring at me. Do I have a giant pimple on my face? That's the look I'm getting from her right now. Whoa. Is she standing between my legs? Oh my god I am going to start drooling on myself if she touches me. I'll take her right here and now on this bar. I really don't give a shit who sees either. How the hell does she manage to get me so worked up without even touching me? God she is amazing.

"I know" she sighed. "But I kinda…possibly…might…feel the same way about Junior."

What the hell did she just say? Is she in love with Junior too? Oh christ on a bike.

"Oh" I said as I put my head down. "I see."

"Randy" she said as she lifted my head up. "Please don't feel bad."

I'm looking in her eyes right now and I see nothing but love from her. I know she loves me. And man it is hard to stay mad at her when she is so incredibly gorgeous.

"How can I feel bad when you're between my legs?" I smirked. "This reminds me of some damn good times you know."

"You're such a pervert" she grinned as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "But that's why I love you." She then gave me a light peck on the lips and smiled at me. God when her lips hit mine I felt more than a spark. I felt a god damn thunder storm!

"I miss those lips of yours. How can I get them back?"

"Well" she sighed. "You could stop being a jealous ass and beating people up."

"I'll try my best, sweetheart. I promise."

"I hope so" she smiled. "I really don't want to have to punch you again."

I hope I can keep my temper in check because I really don't want her to do that. She may be tiny, but I'm pretty sure she'd give Chuck Liddell a run for his money. In fact, I'm pretty sure she'd kick that guy's ass…if it was that time of the month. Man she turns into a raging bitch when she's PMSing. Hell she goes through that crap the week before and during her 'lovely time' of the month. So for half the month, she's pretty much a bitch.

But god damn I love her more than anything else in the world.

She always tells it like it is and if people don't like it she tells them to 'build a bridge and get the fuck over it.' I really love that about her. And her body is AMAZING. I cannot stress how amazingly hot she is. I've been with a lot of chicks in my time, but none of them look like Amy. She's pierced and covered in tattoos. Everytime I see her I practically melt into the ground. Even my dad thinks she's hot and he hates chicks with tattoos!

"So how about a drink, beautiful? Jack and Coke? Shot of Jack? What do you want? My treat."

"A shot will be just fine. Thank you Mr. Orton" she grinned politely. Normally I hate it when people call me Mr. Orton, but when she calls me that it's HOT. I want her to be my Mrs. Orton, that's for damn sure. I would love waking up next to her fine ass for the rest of my life. God bless America!

"Two shots of Jack, please" I asked the bartender. Amy smiled at the mention of her precious Jack Daniels. I've never met a chick that loves whiskey so much or could drink so much of it for that matter. I swear her liver must be made out of steel. Amy smiled increased when the bartender put the shots in front of us. I paid of course, but Amy left the tip.

"To you Mr. Orton" Amy stated. "For being the sexiest most delicious man on the face of the Earth!"

I smirked and blushed immediately, but downed the shot like a champ. I can't stand whiskey, but if the girl I love loves it I might as well get used to it. Hell I could swear one time I got drunk just by kissing her. That was a fun night, indeed. Damn she is wild in bed when she's drunk. That brings a smile to my face.

"And what are you smiling about, Randall?" Amy questioned. I hate when people call me Randall too, but not Amy. She makes it sound sexy as hell. God can I just nail her right here in this bar?

"Oh I'm just thinking about all of our drunken hook ups" I smirked. "You get pretty wild when you're drunk."

"I know" she smirked. "When I drink whiskey, I get frisky!"

Boy do I know that one. She is a wild child and I am damn sure ready to go and love her! I'm about to take her in the bathroom and go crazy. Just thinking about her naked gets me excited enough! I am going to need a cold shower later. Damn I wish she was going to be in it.

"I love it when you're frisky, Amy. But uh I think we should get back. Dave looks bored out of his mind."

Amy peeled her eyes away from mine and looked over at her best friend. I swear I see her holding back a laugh right now. She turned her face back to mine and looked deep into my eyes. Oh god I want to melt right now. Her baby blues kill me everytime. And now she's smiling at me. Oh god. Why on earth must I be tortured like this? Man life sucks!

"You're right" she sighed. "But Orton. I need to tell you something else."

Oh no. Please don't let it be bad.

"What's that Amy?"

She gave me a cocky grin and leaned over to my ear.

"I would bang you like a screendoor in a hurricane" she whispered.

That definitely was not bad. In fact, that was actually pretty fucking awesome. For the record, she has banged me like a screendoor in a hurricane on many occasions. And god damn. It was fantastic every single time.

When she started walking away from me I just stared at her at first, studying her body intently. I watched her long, luscious legs glide across that floor. I feel like I've won the lotto right now. She's got legs and she knows how to use them!

I finally snapped out of my trance when she turned around and gave me a sexy smirk. That god damn smirk of hers makes my whole body come alive. I'm pretty sure her smirk is the cause of global warming. It's sure as hell making me melt right now. She motioned for me to follow her back to the table and I swear I see SEX in her eyes. I finally managed to get up and headed back over to the table to sit down.

"So blondie" Chris said. "I just want you to know I'm getting you the best present ever."

"No" Junior corrected. "I am going to get her the best present ever."

"You guys are so dumb" Amy said as she rolled her eyes. "I'm sure both of your presents will be wonderful so shut the hell up before I smack both of you hos."

"Blondie you're kinda bitchy" Chris chuckled. "Almost that time of the month again?"

"Kiss my ass, Jericho" Amy hissed.

"Yup. Must be" Chris laughed.

"Hey Junior" Amy piped up. "Let's go for a walk alright?"

"Sure wifey" Ted smiled. "I'd follow you to the ends of the earth."

Good fucking lord. Can DiBiase get any more cheesy?