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Lita and Molly departed the arena together, the two having rode together.
The petite brunette was relieved they had not run into that jerk Triple H on their way out, scoffing at the memory of his nervy question. It was really a damn shame that some people just had no class... The huge-schnozed idiot thought he had the right to run his mouth rampant and harass anyone he chose for the simple fact that he was Vince McMahon's favorite... And that was desite the man's bitter divorce from the boss' daughter, Stephanie.
"Damn it, Molly - how much stuff do you *need*?" Lita asked, cutting into the other diva's thoughts. The brunette looked up, noting how her friend's face looked almost strained as she carried her second bag.
"Oh, give me that!" the Women's champion insisted. "You shouldn't be toting such a heavy bag, especially over your shoulder - not after your neck-" She shut up quickly upon noting the dark look that suddenly crossed Lita's face. The redhead hated to be reminded of her past neck surgery, and she was stubborn enough to probably insist on carrying a ton for the sake of helping a friend. Nonetheless, the brunette reached for her bag, taking the strap firmly and releasing her friend of its burden. Of course, Molly overdid it and dropped her stuff to the floor.
"Oh!"
As both she and Lita stooped to retrieve it at once, two pairs of legs suddenly appeared in their path - legs that obviously belonged to members of the male persuasion. And one of the two bent over to pick up the bag.
"Oh, hey..." Lita said brightly, a small smile coming to her face as she looked from Edge to Christian.
"Hey, ladies..." the taller of the two blond men said. His gaze was trained on the redhead.
"I believe you dropped this..." Christian said gently, but instead of handing the valise back to Molly, he held it himself. "...And I'm going to carry it all the way to your car."
"Christian, you don't have to-"
"Don't be ridiculous, Molly," he said, waving the brunette off. "This thing is much too heavy for you..."
The young woman smirked.
"Have you forgotten that I could benchpress a hundred pounds when I was only fourteen?"
The short-haired blond man arched a brow.
"Err... yeah, I guess I did. But no matter - I've got it."
Lita and Edge were engaged in a small conversation and walking behind them, so Molly fell into step directly beside Christian. She couldn't help appreciating his gentlemanliness - despite her protestations. Besides, sometimes it was actually *nice* when guys acted this way. And she couldn't recall the last time a man had been so chivalrous toward her.
Molly headed in the direction of the rental, a tiny smile coming to her face as she faced the blond man shyly. Christian even took the keys from her hand and opened the trunk to put not only her one bag - but also her second and Lita's into it as well.
"Thank you, Christian..." the petite brunette said sheepishly, a little blush creeping its way into her cheeks. "Really, you didn't have to do this, but..." Molly bit her lip gently, her eyes meeting the man's deep blue ones. "Well, I appreciate that you did."
"It was my pleasure, my lady..." the blond Canadian said, tipping an imaginary hat, causing the diva to laugh softly.
Christian turned to his brother, gesturing to Edge for them to take their leave. They had their own luggage and rental car and were also heading back to the hotel.
The taller man abruptly turned from Lita, on whom all his attention had been focused. Very reluctantly, the blond left the diva's side to follow his brother, the two exchanging quick farewells with the women.
Lita's face wore a small smile as she glanced over her shoulder at Edge's retreating form. The smile was still present as she entered the passenger's side of the car beside Molly.
"What's with you?" the brunette asked, not missing the grin. "Oh, don't tell me - you like Edge, don't you?"
Lita bit her lip and didn't speak.
"Look," Molly said firmly. "The six of us just made that pact - no more men! And *I*, for one, want to *stick* to that..."
But something crossed the brunette diva's mind - if what she'd just
told Lita was indeed the case... Well, then why was she suddenly
feeling regretful - and why was Christian's image still burned in her
brain...?