"And we've been inseperable since," Christian quipped as he turned his head to gaze fondly into his girlfriend's brown eyes.  Trish grinned at him.

Lita smiled softly as she eyed the couple, thinking how much she liked them already.  However, she couldn't help the sudden loneliness and nostalgia that gripped her.  She thought of Dave Batista - her boyfriend of almost three years up until about two months earlier - and bittersweet memories flooded through her.

They'd actually met back in college when Amy had been twenty-one.  She'd enrolled in an art history class as part of a requirement for her major - and the tall, muscular, tattooed young man had instantly stood out among the class.

She hadn't given much thought to really talking to him until one day, he'd entered the room and sat next to her.  And then, to her surprise, he'd started talking to her out of the blue.

The two of them had become fast friends, and eventually, they'd discussed forming a band together.  Like Amy, Dave had been a music major.  Also like her, his instrument of choice was the guitar.  In fact, he'd been a little better at it than her back then and had given her some instruction.  Eventually, when Evolution had gotten together, she'd become so much better at it than he that she'd become the sole lead guitarist.

Lita felt a twinge as she realized she once again wanted the kind of closeness like she'd had with Batista - well, not with him, of course - she'd had just about enough of his cavalier attitude ever since he'd cheated on her who knew how many times with that slut - but she missed the closeness of a relationship.  She wanted someone she could relate to and vice-versa - someone she could be really good friends with.  Chris suddenly came to mind, as they definitely got along great already - but something told her that he had something going on with Stephanie McMahon.  Albert seemed to be a sweetie, but she wasn't physically attracted to him at all - plus, he was so big, which intimidated her a little.  The man had to be at least three-hundred and fifty pounds easily.

The bartender, Shane Helms came to her mind next, but, although she'd only very briefly spoken with him, she could tell he was more of a 'ladies man' type.  And what she wanted and needed was a one-woman kind of guy.

Then, unbidden, the image of Edge's handsome face suddenly popped into her mind, and Amy found herself shocked, wondering why on earth she would ever think of him.  The guy was such an ass!

"Hey, are you okay?" Christian was suddenly asking her.  He reached across the table, grabbing hold of her wrist as he and Trish gazed at her with concern.

"What?"  The redhead snapped out of her reverie and looked from Christian to Trish and back to the blond man again.  "Oh...yeah. Sorry."

"That's okay, Lita," the petite Canadian woman said.  "We were only concerned about you - you got this really odd look on your face all of a sudden."

"I did?"

"Yeah," Christian said as he reached for some french fries on a plate set before him.  "Like something shocked you really badly."

"Oh."  Lita shook her head, not knowing what to say.  Even worse, she didn't know what to think.

"Well...if you ladies don't want anything else," the blond man said as he snatched up the last couple of fries, and gobbling them down quickly, "what do you say we go back?"

"Sure..." Trish said.  "How about you, Lita?"

"Oh, I'm fine...yes, let's go back to the club."

Christian signaled to the waitress, who was standing nearby, and they got the check.  Once it was paid, the three got up and left, going back to the establishment next door.