A/N: Just a little one shot because I'm in a random mood….

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Catlyn looked up when she heard her name called. Seth looked at her from across the room with a large smile on his face. Catlyn smiled in return and ran over to him, jumping into his arms.

Randy watched the display with calculating eyes from his corner of the bar. Jerica looked down at her drink from where she sat next to him, knowing that he was pissed for her. Seth was really making a show of his new girl in front of the very girl that he had cheated on? And Randy's best friend and rookie at that? Jerica could only imagine how many times Seth had been destroyed in Randy's mind.

"Bastard," Randy growled, tightening his grip on his bottle of beer.

"Leave it alone, Randy," Jerica ordered softly, not even bothering to cast her ex a second glance. "He's just a poser and a pretty boy douche."

"You should have let me beat the shit out of him when you caught him cheating, Jerica. In your fucking bed of all places! You still should."

Jerica remembered, even though she didn't want to. "It's not worth your career. So again, leave it alone."

Randy muttered something dirty under his breath and took a swig of beer. Jerica sighed and massaged her temples in a bid to stave off a migraine. She had enough on her plate to deal with already.

"Do I really have to update my WWE official Instagram every single day?" she asked, staring at her phone.

"Yes," Randy said smugly.

"That blows! I don't take that many selfies! Who the hell is that vain?!"

In unison their eyes turned towards Seth and Catlyn, making out at the front of the bar. Jerica wanted to gag. Randy shook his head and took another swig of his beer.

"You'll get used to it," he assured her. "Other members of the roster will probably help you out too."

Jerica stirred the remnants of her drink around with a straw. "What about you?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you're a butthead."

"Well, I think you've got cooties.
Jerica laughed. "Girls don't have cooties! It's a well known fact that boys carry cooties!" She pointed at him,. "Loser."

"Dumb pretty girls," Randy muttered, shaking his head.

That got Jerica's attention. "What?"

Randy looked away. "Nothing, nothing."

"Did you just call me 'pretty'?"

"I called you 'dumb'. Keep up, Kiddo."

Jerica shoved him. "I'm only five years younger than you!"

"So?"

"So! I'm not a kid!"

Randy smirked. "Then don't act like one."

Jerica rolled her eyes and pulled her hair out of its ponytail, letting it fall in purple waves around her shoulders. She reached down and unbuttoned the bottom part of her shirt, tying it instead in a creative knot above her belly button. Jerica rose to her feet slowly and saw that she had attracted the attention of several men including Randy and even Seth.

"Randy…" she said slowly, huskily. "Come give this gal a dance?"

Randy rose to his feet and followed her over to the old style jukebox. Jerica sifted through the song list till she found one she liked and then let it play.

The Superstar's body moved with hers as if he was supposed to always move with her. It always moved with her with ease when they were training too. Jerica didn't know why she expected any different here. She found it even easier to be close to him here. Touching, moving in sync, breathing…

Randy's eyes caught hers as their bodies slid against one another, waking up something that they didn't expect. Jerica felt his hand slide around her hip and pull her to his solid body.

"Randy," Jerica breathed, staring at his lips for a moment.

Randy moved to bring his lips to hers…

"Do you two really need to make a spectacle of yourselves?" Seth's voice interrupted them.

Jerica groaned inwardly and turned her gaze on her ex. "You're one to talk, Seth."

Seth blinked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't act like you haven't been showboating your new relationship with Catly," Randy said firmly, holding Jerica. "Got your tongue finally removed from hers?"

Catlyn blushed and looked down at the floor. Jerica felt zero sympathy for the Diva. Seth bristled.

"You've got no right to call out my girl over this disaster, Randy," Seth said, waving a careless hand at Jerica. "She's not worth getting in an argument over."

"No. You're not worth wasting any more oxygen on," Randy corrected, taking Jerica by the hand. "Enjoy your cheap date, Seth. C'mon Jerica."

Jerica stuck her tongue out at her ex and let herself be guided out of the bar. She lost her smile when they were safely outside in the cool embrace of night.

"Well, that sucked," she muttered, brushing back a strand of hair.

"You're telling me," Randy muttered, leaning against his motorcycle. "I didn't get to dance with you very long."

Jerica looked at him in confusion. "You wanted to dance with me longer?"

"Duh."

The Diva looked away and crossed her arms. "You are a butthead."

Randy smirked and hooked his fingers in her jeans pockets, pulling her to him. His large hands settled on her hips and he looked at her with his dark eyes, seeing more than anyone ever had.

"Jerica…this butthead has wanted to do more than dance with you for a long time now. You've just been focused on other things."

Jerica put her hands on his shoulders and tapped out a rhythm. "Always a butthead…"

Randy laughed. "You even paying attention to what I'm saying?"

"Yeah. I'm just wondering when you're going to stop running your mouth and actually do something interesting with your lips."

Randy leaned in and kissed her slowly. He felt her respond and took the kiss deeper and deeper. Both were breathless when they resurfaced for air.

"I may need more of that," Jerica told him with a grin. "To prove that you're not just all talk…"

Randy smirked. "I've got all night, princess." He motioned for her to climb onto the back of his motorcycle. "C'mon. I'll show you, if you're not chicken."\

Jerica let out a whoop of laughter and climbed onto the back. "Show me the world and I'll show you mine!"

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A/N: Yup. That's it. That's all, folks. Thanks for reading. -Scarlet