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John's lips had barely grazed hers when the sound of a loud crash startled Christie, instantly drawing her attention away. Looking around the room, the pair saw a group of Superstars crowded around something. "Orton's down," they heard someone say. Hearing this, Christie gently pushed John aside and cautiously measured her unbalanced steps as she attempted to make her way over. When she finally reached the group, several of the men had already helped Randy into a chair. He looked disoriented.

"What happened?" the newest diva asked, a lace of concern in her voice. By now, John had also found his way over to see what the commotion was about; it had interfered between him and Christie. Standing behind her, he placed a hand on her lower back, taking in the sight of Randy slumped over in his seat.

"Nothing," Triple H responded callously. "The guy just lost his balance. He drank too much."

Now "assured" that the man was fine, many of the wrestlers continued what they were doing before. It wasn't uncommon to see Randy like this when they went out; if he wasn't taking a girl home for the night, he was getting thrashed. He was living a rockstar's life in the wrestling world.

However, unlike everyone else, Christie was not content with Hunter's verbal assurance. Turning to John, she steadied herself by holding onto his arm. "Will you call a cab? We should get him back to the hotel to sleep this off." John nodded in agreement before he took out his cell-phone and took a few steps to the side to call a cab company. Christie bent down to be at the same eye level as Randy, who continued to look dazed. "How you holding up, stud?" she asked. In return, he softly muttered something she couldn't make out. "We're going to get you into a cab and back to the hotel, ok?" She almost seemed motherly, John thought, as he watched her while talking on the phone.

"Will you come with me?" Randy grumbled as his head slowly dipped down. "Make sure I don't do anything stupid?"

She wasn't sure why, but she felt flattered that he had asked. Contemplating for a brief moment as to whether or not she was ready to end her celebration, Christie decided that she needed to rid the alcohol from her system as well. "Yeah, sure," she said agreeing. "Just let me go grab my bag and say some goodbyes. I'll be right back." As she walked back to the table for her bag, she yawned again. She bent down and scooped up her bag. As she stood up, Christie felt light-headed again. Guess I DO need to go sleep this off, she thought. Christie made a quick round around the bar, thanking the Superstars and Divas for their warm welcome on her first night and bidding them a good rest of the night.

"Cab should be here in a minute," John told Christie as she returned. Noticing that she was holding her purse, he reached out and took her hand. "You're not thinking about leaving, are you?"

"Yeah, I think so," the woman nodded. "I'm kind of worn out. Too much excitement and too many drinks, I guess."

"I'll come too," he volunteered.

"It's fine," Christie assured him, as she swayed their hands and took notice of how small hers paled in comparison. "Stay and have a good time". She didn't want to interrupt his fun, simply because she was tired and foolishly drank too much, but he shook his head in disagreement. "You can go hit on some other 'pretty girl' when I'm gone," the golden-haired woman told him - freeing her hand from his. John questioningly looked at her, and was ready to rebuff her comment when Mike "The Miz" announced the cab's arrival.

"Cab's here!" he yelled from the front of the bar.

The diva walked back over to Randy, whose eyes were now partially closed. "Still doing alright?"

"Yeah," he said softly.

"Alright, c'mon. Gotta get up," she told Randy, trying to get him on his feet. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, so that she bore most of his weight as they tried to walk. She tried to guide him to the doorway, but his size and weight made it an impossible feat for her. Seeing this, John rushed to the other side of him and shifted Randy's weight off Christie, and onto his own.

"Thanks," she said while glancing over at John and smiling at his kindness.

"Wow, look at that...at first you 'didn't need' my help and now you're just thanking me all over the place," John joked as he helped support Randy as they walked. When they got to the door, he propped Randy up against the door frame.

"Maybe I was haste to write you off earlier," Christie innocently shrugged. "Word around town is, you're a decent guy. Plus you covered for me, so I guess I can't exactly hate you."

Randy watched in silence as the pair talked and noticed how close the other man was standing to her. Enough was enough. It was time to go. Randy finally interrupted with a loud yawn, halting their conversation. Looking over at him, Christie suddenly remembered that the cab had already arrived and they had intended to leave.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I got totally distracted," she confessed.

Randy titled his head in recognition of her comment, and told Christie, "Can you give me a minute? I want to talk to Cena about something."

"You'll be okay?"


Deciding to believe Randy, Christie moved closer to John and stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. "Have a good night," she told him.

"I'll see you later, pretty girl," he said, returning the hug.

Giving him a delicate kiss on the cheek, she caused the current WWE champion to smile. "Learn my name, will you?"

Unbeknownst to them, Randy scowled at the sight of this. Christie released her grip on John and cautiously walked out to the cab as the ground seemed to blur underneath her feet. When Randy was sure that she was in the taxi, he soberly turned to the other man. "Bravo, John" Randy commented, clapping sarcastically.

"What are talking about?" John asked, baffled by his sudden change of state.

"I saw you trying to step up your game," Randy chuckled, with a devilish glare in his eyes. "You didn't think I was just going to let you kiss her, did you?" he asked before turning and walking down the pathway.

And it was then that John came to a realization. "Did you fake all this?" he questioned, astounded by the mere notion.

"What can I say? I'm not bad at acting. I only had had one beer," Randy replied over his shoulder. "Have a good night," he said, repeating Christie's exact words to John before getting into the cab and shutting the door...