What If? VIII

"Oh yeah, like all the time." she joked as she chuckled and shook her head.

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"I can be a great dancer when I want to be."

"Hot." he smirked.

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"Oh yeah, and when do you want to be?"

"Mhm, I bet." she chuckled as she received the drink and smiled at the bartender, thanking him.

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"Hmmmm..." he said as he tapped his chin, "thinking" "...now."

"So have you ever thought about doing something out side of the day care?"

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"Smooth, Punk." Lacy snorted.

She nodded. "I actually wanted to get involved in wrestling." she said. "be like a manager, valet or announcer or something. I did it once or twice at a show Lacy appeared at." she told him. "It was a lot of fun."

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"I thought so."

"Why didn't you keep on doing it?" He asked.

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She snorted. "C'mon."

"Well, there weren't many offers for it. I needed a job that would give me enough money to pay bills and stuff, so I just applied at the daycare since I did go to school for teaching. I figured I would put my degree to use and work with kids.' she shrugged.

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"Yes dear." he smirked and grabbed her hand to lead her out on the dance floor.

"I guess that's a good enough plan." he nodded. "Maybe you should ask around."

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They got on the floor and she put her back to his chest, starting to dance with him.

"Maybe." she said. "I did enjoy it."

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He put his hands on her hips, dancing with her.

"I think you'd be great in the ring. You've got an awesome look."

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After a while of dancing, she looked over her shoulder up at him. "I hope that's your phone in your pocket I feel." she smirked.

"You really think so?"

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"...maybe?" he smirked.

"You do. Pretty face, great body and you seem like you have a lot of spunk." he nodded. "I think you'd have what it takes."

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She snorted. "You need some air."

She blushed a little and took a sip of her drink to calm herself down, lol. She then nodded. "I guess I'll look into it then."

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He chuckled. "or something to drink." he said. "Come on, I'll get you a drink and I need some water."

"Hey, don't feel obligated." he said. "I understand wanting security and everything."

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"Yeah and get Woody there to calm down." she snorted.

She nodded. "Oh I'd still keep my job and maybe get into doing local shows."

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"Got a mind of it's own that one." he said.

"I'd go support you." he nodded. "That's for sure."

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"The dress is not -that- nice." she smirked and moved away from him.

"Would you be my biggest fan?" she chuckled.

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"It's the person in it." he smirked and led her back to the bar.

"I'd carry around a big "I Love Ellie" sign." he grinned.

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"You probably dream about me." she joked.

"Aw." She chuckled. "Best fan ever."

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"I won't deny or confirm that." He joked as they made it to the bar. "What would you like?"

"I try." he chuckled. "Are you having a good time?"

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"Just a Sprite." she said.

(it keeps signing me out but i got your im)

"I am." she nodded. "Much better than before, that's for sure."

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He nodded and ordered her Sprite and himself a Pepsi. "Here you go." he said as he handed over her soda.

(lol that's okay, I gotta go to bed anyway...gotta wake up early -___- lol...night!)

"I'm glad." he grinned and put an arm around her shoulders.

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"Thank you, kind sir." she took her soda from him.

"And you? You're not just hanging out with me out of pity are you?" She joked...somewhat.

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"You're welcome, pretty lady." He winked.

"There's nothin' to pity, you look like you're doing pretty well for yourself."

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"Thought I was a lush, eh?" she joked.

"Well..yeah." she chuckled. "I meant more of because Punk was totally not into me." she laughed. "Not that I was into him either though."

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"I was kind of hoping." he joked.