NaNoWriMo Story Snippets

1. Flirting, part 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The four "flirting" scenes are actually from Camp NaNoWriMo July 2019. Someone on Tumblr had requested them and I tried, but I'm about as good at flirting in fiction as I am in real life. *L* I always meant to go back to these scenes and try doing something with them, but never did. Timeline-wise, they would be set before Becky and Seth started dating.

"The Man." From the long drawl on the A, Becky initially thought it was Roman behind her, so she turned and smiled, ready to hear about his weekend with his daughter. But it was Randy Orton standing there, ring ready with a towel slung around his neck. "Been a while since I've seen you over on the blue brand."

"It's still my show," Becky replied, finishing lacing up her left boot before moving on to her right. "They've just had me over on RAW a lot too. You're the one with the posh part-time schedule."

Randy raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall beside her. "You missed me, then. I'm touched."

"I didn't hear her say that, Randall." Seth Rollins appeared around the other corner, dark eyes unfathomable. "She just said you have a posh part-time schedule." He stopped just beside Becky, their legs almost touching. "So does Brock Lesnar, and I don't think anyone misses him."

Randy's laugh was more of a snort, and he gave Seth a solid glare before turning his attention back to Becky. "I'll talk to you over on blue, Lynch. Over where people know how to mind their own business." Then he strolled off, tossing his towel onto a nearby equipment trunk.

Seth glared at him as he went. "You okay?"

Becky just shrugged. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, it's Randy, and he's not exactly known for taking no for an answer when he's flirting with someone," Seth said slowly. That was a bit of exaggeration on his part, but something in him had burned at seeing Randy standing so close to her, at watching Becky look up at him.

"Flirting?" Becky said slowly, clearly taken aback. "With me? No. No, he wasn't. He was just saying he hadn't seen me in a while and . . . and anyway, doesn't he have a wife and like half a dozen kids now?"

Seth continued glaring in the direction Randy had gone. "Not sure that matters to guys like him. Anyway, sorry if I overstepped. I know you can hold your own." He tried to keep his shoulder pat quick, but he found his fingers wanting to linger so he forced himself to take a step back. "Yeah, so . . . Cesaro, Finn, and I have a CrossFit gym booked for tomorrow if you want to sneak in a workout before we head out."

Becky brightened visibly. "Really? That would be great. Any tips I could get would be great."

"Sure. I'll catch you after my match—or you can talk to Cesaro or Finn," Seth said quickly. Here he was, warning her about Randy, and he was almost doing the same thing. "We'll get you the information, anyway."

"Cool. Thanks!" After Becky finished with her right boot, she bounced to her feet. "And thanks for the heads-up about Randy. I didn't think I was his type, so I never thought to interpret it that way." Then she shook her head. "Good luck out there tonight!"

"You too." Seth watched her head to the stage area, grinning stupidly until Cesaro tracked him down and asked what was going on. Almost as an afterthought, he remembered to tell Cesaro about the invitation he extended to Becky. If he wasn't careful, he would almost be as bad as Randy.