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Dave Batista's chisled face was a mask of concentration as he played some licks on his Gibson Stratocastor. Although all of his fellow bandmates were scattered around the club, or, in Randy and Stacy's case, at the diner next door, he wanted to practice and rehearse for the night's show. After all, it would be Evolution's debut here at In The Raw.
He paused in his task as he noticed his girlfriend from the corner of his eye. Torrie seemed to almost be prancing as she made her way over to the stage. Her blue eyes were wide, and Batista couldn't help but wonder what was on her mind... Not that she did a whole lot of thinking to begin with.
He chastised himself inwardly for such thoughts. The tall platinum blonde might not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she had some good qualities. She was a good listener, had a good heart, and... Hell, who was he kidding? She was one hot number who could more than satisfy his every need in the sack. Unfortunately, all of her talents lay in that one very centered area. She sure as hell couldn't play the guitar like he or Lita could. When he'd first started sneaking around with the blonde, he'd tried her out as a singer. She hadn't been able to do *that*, either, as it turned out she was tone deaf.
As Dave continued to watch her, Torrie suddenly climbed up onto the low stage to him. A bright, broad smile adorned her pretty face, her dimples fully bared.
"Dave?" she said.
"Yes?" He smiled as he eyed her. It seemed he could never get the goofy grin off of his face when she was near him. She did some funny things to him, made him act completely uncharacteristic just by being Torrie. And that was some feat to accomplish. It was then that he decided that *that* was her one big talent.
"Would you show me a few chords?" the blond woman practically purred, and she positioned her body directly in front of his, barely an inch of space between them. Batista had to concentrate very hard not to completely embarrass himself - especially as she bent slightly over in front of him. Damn, but she was almost mimicking his favorite position!
"Okay," he said. He stepped back enough to remove the guitar he had strapped around his body, putting it over on her. "Here - a C," he continued as he stepped closer, directly behind her. He placed his fingers over hers, knowing that she was left-handed and his right-handed guitar had to feel awkward. No bother to him, though. He was enjoying this. "Then you do this..." Dave pressed his cheek against the soft platinum hair and inhaled deeply. She always smelled so nice...
The door to the club suddenly opened way beyond, and the burly man barely took note of the two people who walked in. He was too busy focusing on Torrie. However, she certainly seemed to notice something, as her smile faded and her blue eyes grew wide with what appeared to be fright. Hurriedly, she removed the guitar, laying it on the stand right beside her boyfriend.
"Oh... Oh, God."
Batista frowned.
"What's wrong, babe?"
Torrie shook her head, appearing more than flustered. Then, "I... There's something I need to tell you. But please don't be too mad!" She cringed.
Dave cocked a brow as he regarded her warily.
"Well, babe... That all really depends on what you're about to tell me."
The tall blonde woman glanced quickly toward the two individuals who'd just come into the club. Her gaze shifted from the tall blond guitar player, then back to her boyfriend.
"I... I sorta did something I shouldn't have last night..."
"What?" Batista shook his head, wanting her to just spill it already.
"*Him*," Torrie elaborated, turning her head in Edge's direction as she pointed a finger at him from way across the floor.