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"He's not my friend, really. I'm just kind of intrigued by him and think he's like, whacko in a good way."
- Lita (re: Stevie), Heat (03/16/03)
"You know, it's a good thing Eric doesn't really care about Heat. That wasn't how the match was supposed to go." Lita, hands on hips, growled in mock aggravation.
Stevie shrugged sheepishly. "I know. I got caught up in the moment, but I managed to warn Al first."
"Well…thanks. That was really sweet of you." Lita looked down at her feet shyly.
Looking anywhere but at the woman before him, Stevie tried to keep from blushing. "You're welcome. I know how much you like that move."
"Yeah."
"Um… I'd probably better go shower."
"Yeah, I should probably get going, too."
"Hey, Lita?"
"Yeah, Stevie?"
"Would you like to go out for a drink or something later?"
"Alright. That sounds nice."
"Great." Stevie smiled at the redhead. "Maybe we can find a place with a 'whacko-welcoming environment.'"
Blushing slightly, Lita responded, "Maybe."
"So… I'll meet up with you at the hotel in a few hours?"
"Okay. I'll see you later, then."
"Bye."
"Bye, Stevie."
The End