Pretty Boy

Author: PaulenaK

Email: toukalah@hotmail.com

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Everything BTVS

belongs to Joss Whedon.

Feedback: Is much appreciated.

Summary: There’s vanity… and then there’s VANITY!

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Pretty Boy

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“Oh my god! You will not believe who I just saw!”

“Elvis Pres – Ow!” Dawn chuckled to herself despite the now sore spot on her arm and received a glare for her troubles.

“Guess again,” Willow ordered and watched as the younger woman scrunched up her face in mock concentration.

“Hmmm… Santa Claus?”

Another slap came and then more chuckles before Willow turned to the side and stood on her tippee toes so she could see over the crowd before she blurted, “Ran-dy Or-ton.”

Dawn fought not to let her mouth fall open and could already feel her mouth salivating at the thought of the very yummy wrestler Willow just mentioned.

“Did not,”

“Did too,”

“Willow… sweetie… look around you. We’re in a huge dimly lit room with flashing coloured lights, loud music and more then the recommended limit of human bodies all pulsing and sweating…” she paused as her gaze latched onto such a body. “…and rippling…”

“And your point?”

“My point is,” she started trying to regain her focus on there conversation. “…in this room with the amount of alcohol you have in your system right now – Paul Heyman would look good.”

“Don’t gross me out please… I want to keep my up chuck reflexes in check tonight thank you very much.” Willow said cringing at the very thought of looking on Paul Heyman in a ‘likeable’ way. “Besides…” she continued. “…don’t you act all ‘gorgeous-bodies-don’t-affect-me’.” She exclaimed. “I’ve seen you watching him just as intently as I do every Monday night.”

“If that’s possible,” Dawn grumbled under her breath and then continued on before Willow could get all ‘witchy’ on her. “Anyway, under all that make up I bet he looks nerdy-er than Jonathan.”

“Dawn Summers what a thing to say! Randy Orton is a god-“

“Yes… and Jonathan was a nerd who wanted to be a god.”

Willow’s resolve face came into view.

“I am not taking no for an answer, you will come with me and gaze upon the face of perfection – and you will come now!” she declared latching onto the younger woman’s hand and forcibly pulled her through the crowd until they reached the other side of the room.

“There,” Willow stated her expression one of awe. “What I tell you,”

He turned at that minute and his eyes fell on them instantly. Dawn was gob smacked. Wonderfully and utterly gob smacked! He smiled and Dawn’s eyes widened while Willow’s blush reached all the way down to her toes. He took a step towards them and then another and then another until he was but a foot away. From now on if anyone ever in her life tried to tell her that make up and the right lighting made up ninety-eight percent of Randy Orton’s beauty she would happily

stick a stake up there arse.

“Hey there, care to dance?”

“Is he talking to us?” Dawn said her eyes still on the man standing in front of them even though her question was addressed to her red headed friend.

“No,” Was Willow’s curt reply. “He’s talking to ‘you’.”

Dawn’s head spun around to stare incredulously at the other woman, but all she saw was Willow’s retreating form being lead away by non other then Evolution’s very own animal.

She turned back to Randy’s still smiling face and her mouth fell open all over again, which only caused his baby blues to twinkle even more.

“Shall we?” he said pointing in the direction Willow and Batista had just gone down.

“Ah… yeah… sure… sorry…”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?”

She opened her mouth but nothing came forth so she shut it.

‘Gee girl!’ her mind screamed. ‘Get it together or he’s gonna think you don’t like him or something and move on! Say something! Anything! Tell him how pretty he is!’

“I… I’m sorry I stood there like a half wit Mr… ah… Randy – can I call you Randy?” she thought to ask and then continued on not giving him a chance to reply or even form a reply.

‘Tell him how pretty he is! Tell him how pretty he is!’

'Okay! Okay!' she inwardly screamed back at the voice in her head - then felt silly for talking to herself.

“Ah... you see I was a bit... ‘surprised’... yes! That’s it - surprised..."

He paused to look down at her and she shrugged as her confidence built up.

"After all..." she continued stepping forward thus bringing her to the forefront where she easily took the lead giving him no choice but to follow her. "... it’s not everyday I see a man who’s prettier that I am.”

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