Fic: Finding My Place (Lita, 56/100, PG)
Title: Finding My Place
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: anywhere from G to R depending.
Pairings/Characters: Lita, Randy Orton; others mentioned
Spoilers: No, just using the fact that WrestleMania is in Atlanta
Series Summary: Life was an attempt to find her place.
Prompt: 79 - Newspaper ;; Full Table
Word Count: 474
Notes: Not related to anything else in this set
Lita isn’t exactly sure how this got started but she has a feeling it has to do with the copious amount of alcohol that was consumed at the post-WrestleMania party. Not that she had been an innocent bystander, but she hadn’t been the most active participant, either.
And somehow the nice limo driver had understood the slurred speech, dropping the group of wrestlers, divas and former diva off at the redhead’s Atlanta home. Then the after-after party had started and Lita lost track of time and what exactly happened.
And that lead her to now, the former diva picking her way through the downstairs area of her home.
John Cena, for example, was passed out in the living room, an elaborate mustache, goatee and eyeglasses drawn on his face with red sharpie. Lita figuring that he must have fallen asleep first to warrant such special treatment.
Adam Copeland is sleeping in the bathtub of the upstairs guest bathroom, Lita having discovered this after following a trail of toilet paper and shaving cream from the guest room and then spotting the blonde man’s shoes peeking out from behind the shower curtain.
Eve and Melina managed to actually make it to one of the bedrooms, the two divas still sleeping soundly… while John Morrison was sleeping on the floor.
But, that still didn’t account for the seventh person who had been dropped off, Lita hoping that he hadn’t fallen asleep outside or something.
And then the front door opened, Randy Orton walking inside, newspaper tucked under one arm.
“Good morning?” She questioned, arms crossing at the sight.
“Morning,” he replied, shutting the door behind him. “Coffee should be ready soon.”
Lita arched an eyebrow, “when did you get all domestic on me?”
Randy winked, sitting at the table and setting the newspaper down. “I’ve always had this side.”
“Uh huh,” she replied skeptically. “Seriously, why the good mood?”
“You can’t believe that I’m capable of doing something nice for you?”
Lita seated herself at the table, “usually it’s because you want something or you’ve done something wrong… so, what is it?”
Randy smiled sheepishly, “well, I might have used all the toilet paper and shaving cream on Adam… he makes for a nice mummy, you know.”
“Keep going.”
“And Morrison got glued to the floor.”
Lita bit back a laugh, “and Cena?”
Randy shrugged, calmly opening the newspaper, “let’s just say that your backyard has some new decorations.”
The redhead arched an eyebrow, “well you’ve been busy.”
“Yup.”
The thought finally occurs to her, “where the hell is Jericho?”
Randy shrugs, taking a keen interest in the sports section. The blue eyed wrestler doesn’t bother to tell her that Chris is sleeping in the bushes or that the Canadian has cuddled up with a plastic lawn flamingo. Because he had nothing to do with that. Really.
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I own not.
Rating: anywhere from G to R depending.
Pairings/Characters: Lita, Randy Orton; others mentioned
Spoilers: No, just using the fact that WrestleMania is in Atlanta
Series Summary: Life was an attempt to find her place.
Prompt: 79 - Newspaper ;; Full Table
Word Count: 474
Notes: Not related to anything else in this set
Lita isn’t exactly sure how this got started but she has a feeling it has to do with the copious amount of alcohol that was consumed at the post-WrestleMania party. Not that she had been an innocent bystander, but she hadn’t been the most active participant, either.
And somehow the nice limo driver had understood the slurred speech, dropping the group of wrestlers, divas and former diva off at the redhead’s Atlanta home. Then the after-after party had started and Lita lost track of time and what exactly happened.
And that lead her to now, the former diva picking her way through the downstairs area of her home.
John Cena, for example, was passed out in the living room, an elaborate mustache, goatee and eyeglasses drawn on his face with red sharpie. Lita figuring that he must have fallen asleep first to warrant such special treatment.
Adam Copeland is sleeping in the bathtub of the upstairs guest bathroom, Lita having discovered this after following a trail of toilet paper and shaving cream from the guest room and then spotting the blonde man’s shoes peeking out from behind the shower curtain.
Eve and Melina managed to actually make it to one of the bedrooms, the two divas still sleeping soundly… while John Morrison was sleeping on the floor.
But, that still didn’t account for the seventh person who had been dropped off, Lita hoping that he hadn’t fallen asleep outside or something.
And then the front door opened, Randy Orton walking inside, newspaper tucked under one arm.
“Good morning?” She questioned, arms crossing at the sight.
“Morning,” he replied, shutting the door behind him. “Coffee should be ready soon.”
Lita arched an eyebrow, “when did you get all domestic on me?”
Randy winked, sitting at the table and setting the newspaper down. “I’ve always had this side.”
“Uh huh,” she replied skeptically. “Seriously, why the good mood?”
“You can’t believe that I’m capable of doing something nice for you?”
Lita seated herself at the table, “usually it’s because you want something or you’ve done something wrong… so, what is it?”
Randy smiled sheepishly, “well, I might have used all the toilet paper and shaving cream on Adam… he makes for a nice mummy, you know.”
“Keep going.”
“And Morrison got glued to the floor.”
Lita bit back a laugh, “and Cena?”
Randy shrugged, calmly opening the newspaper, “let’s just say that your backyard has some new decorations.”
The redhead arched an eyebrow, “well you’ve been busy.”
“Yup.”
The thought finally occurs to her, “where the hell is Jericho?”
Randy shrugs, taking a keen interest in the sports section. The blue eyed wrestler doesn’t bother to tell her that Chris is sleeping in the bushes or that the Canadian has cuddled up with a plastic lawn flamingo. Because he had nothing to do with that. Really.