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Fic: He Doesn't Care 1/1 (Lita/Punk) PG-13
Title: He Doesn't Care
Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Complete: Yes
Genre: Fluff
Prompt: 12. "I don't care."
Word Count: 500
Summary: Punk shows up to take Lita on their first date.
Warnings:Contains rather strong language.
Second in my Drunk then Dating series. I took some liberties with timelines and who would be in the WWE at this time, but it's just to fit my work.
“This is your idea of a first date?” Amy asked him, her mouth agape as she looked down at the ticket she held in her hand.
“Yeah, why? Is it a bad idea?” Phil questioned, leaning against the door-jam of her hotel room with a small smile on his face and one hand tucked in his pocket. He felt a little smug too, because this by far was the best date idea he'd ever had but it only seemed fitting for a woman he'd admired for a long time.
“No, are you kidding me? I freaking love the Bouncing Souls,” Amy replied, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Just let me get my coat, and I'll be ready to go,” she kissed his cheek and rushed back into the room to grab her coat, returning quickly.
Phil offered her his hand when they were out of the room, laughing when Amy looked at him questioningly.
“You want me to hold your hand?” Amy asked, her eyebrows rose in surprise.
“I'm told it's what people do on dates,” Phil smiled at her, taking her hand, “don't expect it all the time though.”
“Of course not,” Amy replied, feeling like he had given her the whole world, her emotional high only fading slightly when they ran into Ashley Massaro, the dirty, literally dirty, possibly disease infected blonde snorting at the make shift couple.
“Seriously Punk? Her?” Ashley asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Of course her, who else would I date? You?” Phil laughed, rolling his eyes skyward as he did so and making Amy feel substantially better.
“I never thought you would go for someone else's leftovers,” Ashley replied, frowning.
“As opposed to you, the whore of the world, I've heard doctor's discovered all new STDs on you, I feel fearful just being this close,” Phil told her with a smirk.
Ashley rolled her eyes, “whatever, it won't last. Never does with that slut,” she turned to walk away, surprised when Phil grabbed her arm, not hard, but enough to halt her progress down the hall.
“Now you can say whatever the fuck you want about me, I don't care. But you will not talk about Amy like that in my presence, got it?” Phil asked her, his voice soft but serious.
Ashley looked up into his eyes, and nodded before making her way down the hall.
Amy stood nearby, biting her bottom lip she smiled weakly at him. “People will talk you know, it's what they do,” she said.
“Like I told Ashley, I don't care. I really don't, I like you and that matters more than any shit that spills from their mouths,” Phil insisted before grabbing her hand gently. “We've gotta get going the opening band is supposed to be the shit.”
Amy smiled as she walked by his side, happy for the first time in a while.
Pairing: Punk/Lita
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Complete: Yes
Genre: Fluff
Prompt: 12. "I don't care."
Word Count: 500
Summary: Punk shows up to take Lita on their first date.
Warnings:Contains rather strong language.
Second in my Drunk then Dating series. I took some liberties with timelines and who would be in the WWE at this time, but it's just to fit my work.
“This is your idea of a first date?” Amy asked him, her mouth agape as she looked down at the ticket she held in her hand.
“Yeah, why? Is it a bad idea?” Phil questioned, leaning against the door-jam of her hotel room with a small smile on his face and one hand tucked in his pocket. He felt a little smug too, because this by far was the best date idea he'd ever had but it only seemed fitting for a woman he'd admired for a long time.
“No, are you kidding me? I freaking love the Bouncing Souls,” Amy replied, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Just let me get my coat, and I'll be ready to go,” she kissed his cheek and rushed back into the room to grab her coat, returning quickly.
Phil offered her his hand when they were out of the room, laughing when Amy looked at him questioningly.
“You want me to hold your hand?” Amy asked, her eyebrows rose in surprise.
“I'm told it's what people do on dates,” Phil smiled at her, taking her hand, “don't expect it all the time though.”
“Of course not,” Amy replied, feeling like he had given her the whole world, her emotional high only fading slightly when they ran into Ashley Massaro, the dirty, literally dirty, possibly disease infected blonde snorting at the make shift couple.
“Seriously Punk? Her?” Ashley asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Of course her, who else would I date? You?” Phil laughed, rolling his eyes skyward as he did so and making Amy feel substantially better.
“I never thought you would go for someone else's leftovers,” Ashley replied, frowning.
“As opposed to you, the whore of the world, I've heard doctor's discovered all new STDs on you, I feel fearful just being this close,” Phil told her with a smirk.
Ashley rolled her eyes, “whatever, it won't last. Never does with that slut,” she turned to walk away, surprised when Phil grabbed her arm, not hard, but enough to halt her progress down the hall.
“Now you can say whatever the fuck you want about me, I don't care. But you will not talk about Amy like that in my presence, got it?” Phil asked her, his voice soft but serious.
Ashley looked up into his eyes, and nodded before making her way down the hall.
Amy stood nearby, biting her bottom lip she smiled weakly at him. “People will talk you know, it's what they do,” she said.
“Like I told Ashley, I don't care. I really don't, I like you and that matters more than any shit that spills from their mouths,” Phil insisted before grabbing her hand gently. “We've gotta get going the opening band is supposed to be the shit.”
Amy smiled as she walked by his side, happy for the first time in a while.