Currently, this is the only story I'm writing that is flowing any at all…so I'll probably be updating this one pretty fast for a while…

Rules of Flirting Part Two with Randy Orton

It was never hard to approach John. At least it hadn't been since they'd become at least somewhat friends backstage. That friendship had come slowly, especially after the feuds they'd had. Randy had done some pretty despicable things during that time but Nexus had forced them to band together in a way that had been unexpected.

Randy had never been great a being subtle. The direct approach had always worked for him in the past and he saw no reason why he should change that tactic with John. Also, he hadn't seen Ziggler's match with Punk but he'd passed Punk in the hallway afterwards and the man had looked ready to spit fire so he was pretty sure that Ziggler hadn't gotten anywhere in his own pursuit.

It was after Randy had already passed Punk, who had been stomping towards the locker room with a furious scowl on his face, that Randy finally spotted John in the hallway, most likely heading towards the parking lot himself, already changed into his street clothes.

"John!" He called, jogging to catch up. Cena turned to him, raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, man." He smiled that easy smile.

"Hey." Randy stopped right in front of him. "You going back to the hotel?"

"Planning on it. Why?"

"I was actually planning on going out to grab a drink. Was wondering if you'd want to come."

John seemed to consider this idea for a moment before he shrugged. "Sure, man. I guess I could use a drink. You wanna meet there?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Alright." John gave him a blinding smile, and started back towards the parking lot. Randy turned just in time to catch Ziggler coming out of the locker room. He was watching Randy with a scowl on his face and Randy couldn't help himself.

"Get what you want, Ziggler?" He asked with a smirk.

"Screw you," Ziggler said, a little petulantly. Randy only laughed at the look on his face, and started out himself.

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Randy's night had not, in fact gone as he had planned. He'd gotten the drinks first, paid for them himself and went to the table he and John had gotten. He'd sat down next to John instead of across from the man and while John didn't seem to mind, he also didn't seem to notice.

John seemed a little distracted, actually. "What are you thinking about?" Randy asked curiously, leaning his elbows on the table, close to John.

John shrugged. "Just…everything that's happened. Haven't exactly had a good month."

Randy nodded. He'd been watching John's feud with Kane and tilted his head, asked a question that he'd wanted to ask for a while. "So…you and Ryder…?"

"What about him?"

"You two aren't…together?" He wasn't the only person who had made that assumption since John had become friends with Zack Ryder.

"What? No." John looked entirely too surprised at the question. "Why would you think that?"

Randy held up his hands. "It was just a question."

"Well, no. I am not with Zack," John stated firmly.

"Good." Randy smiled at that. At least he wasn't completely wasting his time.

"Why is that good?"

Randy opened his mouth to answer, even leaned further into John's personal space but was interrupted by another voice yelling John's name. Randy couldn't help but a glare at both Eve and Kelly as they came over. It took him a minute to turn his expression into something a little more neutral.

"Hey," John said, with a grin. "Where's Zack?" He asked Eve.

"Oh, he didn't feel like coming out," Eve answered, rather dismissively. Randy raised an eyebrow at the look in her eyes and had the sudden feeling that it wasn't Ryder he should have been worried about. She only turned her gaze briefly on towards him. "Randy."

"Eve." Randy leaned even closer towards John and was proven right when her eyes narrowed he saw a flash of anger in them.

"You want to dance?" Eve asked John with a hopeful look. Randy was pretty sure it was an act.

"Actually, I'm hanging out," John answered, unwilling to abandon Randy when he'd been the one to ask John to come out with him. John was much too nice for that.

"Well, we can all go out to the dance floor. Right?" Eve turned towards Kelly briefly, who eyed Randy warily. She didn't particularly like Randy, he knew that but she must have seen the look in Eve's eyes because she relented after a few moments of silent conversation with the woman.

"Sure."

It wasn't exactly what Randy had had planned for the night but he got up when John did. Besides, it wasn't a total bust. Randy used the opportunity. The club they had gone to was rather crowded, everyone was dancing with everyone.

Randy passed Kelly off several times, managing to get in-between Eve and John on several occasions. The problem, of course, was that John didn't seem to notice what he was doing, nor did he notice the possessive gleam in Eve's eyes every time the girl pulled him close. It wasn't until some slow song came on that he finally got frustrated and reached for John, grabbing his arm.

"Sorry," he said insincerely to Eve. "But I need to burrow him for a minute."

"What's up?" John asked when Randy began pulling John towards the exit.

"I asked you here for a reason," Randy started when they made it outside and to some privacy.

"Yeah…thought we were having fun."

"I'm pretty sure Eve was, at least." Randy shook his head. "Look, I think I may have been misunderstood when I asked you out to this place earlier. Which is my fault since I didn't clarify."

"Clarify what?"

"I'm not great at the subtle approach, alright? So, I was asking you out, John."

John stared at him. "You were asking me out?" He repeated.

"Yes." Randy rolled his eyes. "God, I feel like I'm back in high school."

"Oh…" John's eyes widened. "Oh…"

"Yep."

"Right." John looked around. "Well, that's…"

Randy took a few steps closer to him, until they were practically touching. "If we're going to go high school completely…I like you, John."

If possible, John's eyes widened even further. "Oh….I have to go," he blurted out. He backed away a few steps and then he was practically sprinting away from Randy.

Randy watched him go, mouth open and slapped his own forehead in frustration.