I flashed a smile as the cameras flashed around me as I changed poses. I was doing another set for a future magazine cover and I was excited with how things were going. I was wearing a cute new latex catsuit for a Harley Quinn shoot. "All done! Great job, Ashley," one of my favorite camera girl, Tammy, said and walked over to me, showing me the pictures. "Looks great. Can't wait to have them printed and ready for sell. The fans will love these. Thank you so much," I said and gave her a hug. "Any time for my favorite fetish model." I smiled and walked to the changing room and carefully peeled off the suit and washed the makeup off my face before putting on my shorts and tank top and grabbed my things. I ran my fingers through my long black and red hair as I walked out of the room." Have any plans for tonight," I asked Tammy as she packed up. "I'm going on a date tonight. Hopefully this guy won't be a total jerk who looks at his phone the entire time," she sighed. "Lucky you. At least you can get a date and not worry about the guy only liking you for your profession." "Aw come on. You'll find someone who likes you for you. You just need to put yourself out there more and see who you can attract." I shook my head with a smile. "No. I rather be alone than be with a guy who just wants to say 'hey my girlfriend is a fetish model' to everyone." "Not everyone is like that, Ash. Give it a shot. Just go to a bar or club and see what happens," she suggested. "A bunch of fans recognize me and I'll be swarmed with people who want an autograph or picture or both." Tammy shook her head, putting her hand on her forhead. "Just give it a try. Please? For me? I hate seeing you miserable and I want to see you happy." I thought about what she was saying and finally agreed to it. "If it fails, I have every right to come to your place and cry and eat ice cream on your couch again." She smiled and nodded before we gathered our stuff and went our separate ways as I returned home.

I sighed as I walked through the door and put my purse on the table. Tammy was right. Maybe I should try to find a date. I checked my social media as I walked to the kitchen and warmed up some leftovers to eat. I put on some music to fill the quiet house as I ate. I love my profession as a fetish model and loved to travel the world for work, but I wish I could come home to someone and relax with someone. "I hope someone is out there for me," I mumbled to myself as I finished my lunch. I checked to see what bars would be great for a drink and hopefully to meet a guy to at least chat with. I went to my bedroom to get everything ready for the night, hopping in the shower and got in dressed to go out.

I took an Über to the nearest bar and got out, paying the driver before looking at the somewhat decent bar. I pushed more of my bang over half of my face to kind of hide my appearance just in case someone might recognize me and I wasn't in the mood to be swarmed. I walked inside and made my way through the crowd until I finally reached the bar and sat down, keeping my head low so no one spotted me. Music was playing, but was barely audible due to the loud talking and laughing that filled the entire room. I looked around at the different people that were standing around or sitting at tables. Some looked like they practically lived here and some looked like they belonged in gangs. "Hold on..." I pulled out my phone and checked my location and groaned. The driver dropped me off three blocks from where I was supposed to be. Of course I didn't even bother to check when I first arrived. "Fuck my life..." I sighed, shaking my head. I should've known that this would happen to me. Nothing ever seems to go as planned. "Looks like you could use a martini," a voice spoke to me, pulling me from my thoughts. It was a bartender who made a martini and slid the glass my way. "Thank you," I smiled and took a sip, "perfect." "Rough work day?" I giggled and nodded. "Yeah. I guess you can say that." He looked around before leaning in closer towards me. "I recognize you from magazines. No worries. I won't harass you and I'll make sure that you're not harassed by creeps," he whispered and smiled at me. "Thanks so much. That's the last thing I need." "Don't worry. You're safe here. We've had plenty of famous people here, mostly wrestlers, but we make sure that no one harass them so you will get the same treatment." I smiled as I took another sip of my drink. This may turn out to be better than what I had planned before.

Dean's POV:

One night out with the boys on a typical Friday night. I had some free time so I figured why not get a few of the boys together and go out drinking, just like old times. Unfortunately, Roman was busy with his family and Seth was out doing... Whatever he does. Luckily, my good friend, Sami Callihan, was free and was more than happy to join me for a night out. So we made our way to a random bar and found a table and ordered a few beers. "How's it going, man? Besides tearing it up around the world," I asked, sipping my beer. "Things are great, man. I'm loving Lucha Underground. Then Jess is tearing it up in Shimmer and Stardom. Everything is just great. Now on to you." I raised an eyebrow and set down my empty beer bottle. "What about me?" "When are you going to finally find you a nice woman and settle down?" I shook my head, smirking. "No woman should put up with my crazy ass." "Don't say that. I'm pretty sure there's someone out there for you. Hell, if I could get Jess then I'm sure that you can find someone." "Jess is just as crazy as you. You two are perfect together. I don't know. I wouldn't even know how to treat a woman on a date. I wouldn't know what to say. Hell, I wouldn't even know how to dress for a date. I hate wearing suits. WWE practically has to force me into suits for special events." Sami sighed, smiling as if he's hiding in a laugh." I can help you... No. Ask Roman for help. Have you even tried to find a woman to date and not fuck?" I cracked open another beer and took a swig as I shook my head. "Never bothered. Figured that there's no point to it." "Well, you need to start looking, brother. If I can find someone to love me then so can you." "Again, she's crazy just like you. You're perfect. You really expect me to just all of a sudden find a woman who might actually..." I stopped mid sentence and lowered my beer as I looked towards the entrance. "What? What are you looking at?" Sami turned around and looked at the direction I was staring then looked back at me, smirking. "Maybe she's what you've been looking for." I stared in awe at the beautiful woman as she made her way through the crowd. She had long black and red hair, tattoos covering her right arm and her skin was as white as the snow. I couldn't tear my eyes off her as she finally reached the bar and sat down. "She has to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I whispered, still looking at her. "Stop staring and close your mouth before you drool everywhere," Sami chuckled and I turned back around. "She's so fucking beautiful! How do I talk to her? Tell me know!" Sami held up his hands in surrender. "Calm down. Just act like... No wait. Act like Roman. Cool, calm and collected and not a lunatic. Just ask her for her name and go from there." "I can't act like Roman. I'm Dean fucking Ambrose, the Lunatic Fringe. There's no hiding that," I sighed, losing hope as I looked back at her. God, she's so beautiful. I can't stop staring at her. "Dude. Just go up there and talk to her and just hope that she doesn't hate you." "Easy for you to say," I mumbled, picking up my beer, "forget it. Let's just finish enjoying our night out." "I dare you to go talk to her," he smirked. I wasn't one who turned down a challenge as I took a few deep breaths. "Alright fine. If this doesn't work and she slaps me then I get to punch you." "Deal!" I stood up as he gave me a thumbs up before I walked away from the table and towards the bar. "Here goes nothing..."

Ashley's POV:

I stirred my drink and sighed. This was martini number 3 and so far, five drunks have attempted to get my attention and I easily turned them down or completely ignored them until they gave up and left. Drinking alone and making small talk with a busy bartender just made me realize how lonely I was and that I either should try dating or just find some friends in general. I was once again pulled from my thoughts when I had the feeling that I was being watched and looked beside me to see a muscular man with brown hair. I could tell that he was nervous because he repeatedly opened and closed his mouth, yet no words came out. As I waited for him to say anything, I could tell that I've seen him before, but I couldn't think of where I've seen that face before. Usually, a guy would walk up to me and either never stop talking or immediately ask me out, but this man was different which intrigued me. "Hey," I said, flashing him a smile which seemed to help him relax a bit. He took a deep breath and smiled, his dimples on display as he sat down next to me. "Hi. I'm Dean Ambrose."