What did it mean to be a businessman? Was it to be stuck in the same old routine day in and day out without a single meaningful moment? To repeat the same scripted lines to different people as their faces all blended into one or have the same disagreements and arguments with the same people in different ties? Or was it to spend the week days behind a desk doing endless paperwork only to end up in a local pub until the wee hours of the morning? Whatever it was the three men who ran the local business SHIELD had yet to figure it out. Each of them had been friends since college, having come from very different backgrounds, yet had bounded quickly as brothers when they ended up being room mates. Upon leaving education behind they had quickly decided to become partners in a business, spending hours trying to put everything together, until they built their empire. Yet despite their wealth and well deserved respect each of them went home every night to an empty apartment in the wealthiest part of town. Only having a pet or next door neighbour to welcome them home after their long day at work and drinking.
Roman Reigns was the one who opened the business every morning, a smile on his lips as he would help those in need during his trip to the office in the morning, often had been spotted helping an elderly citizen across the road or helping someone in need, even if it was just picking up something someone had unknowingly dropped and returning it to them. As always he would be dressed in his best suit, often paired with a different colour tie, one for every day he was at the office. His routine could almost be predictable, drive to work, park in the lot four blocks away, help someone on the way to office, open up, answer phone, paperwork, argue with either Seth or Dean, more paperwork, lunch, wishful thinking, more paperwork, phone call from an argumentative client, update from their partners, paperwork, close the office, bar then home. Lunch and breaks between them. The dark haired Samoan often spent his wishful thinking moments wondering what dramatic and life changing event could happen during the night spent at the pub, none of it ever happening as it was normally the same old people there, Elias and Heath performing as the live music, Corey telling some wildly imaginative stories while flirting with the women normally Carmella, Sheamus behind the bar serving his customers telling some Irish joke only a few could understand.
Dean Ambrose on the other hand was nearly the complete opposite of his slightly older friend and business partner. Always late arriving in the office and often parking his car right outside ready for a parking ticket and an argument with the office who gave him the annoying little piece of paper. Never wearing a suit or tie, instead dressing his jeans, vest top and of course his favourite leather jacket paired with a pair of combat boots, normally hiding a blade in case of emergencies. Often did appear as if his blond hair had been messed up by the weather despite it being sunny outside with only a slight breeze. The loose lipped Ohio native was normally the one to tell clients how it was and was known for his brutal honesty when it come to those arguing with something the contract they had signed clearly stated. Although when it come to protecting high profile clients Dean was normally the one to find the man for the job and put them through the necessary training, not spearing anyone's feeling when he sent some home for being too weak for the job they were recruiting for. The shaggy haired blond was also normally the first to complain about the same old boring routine they had set themselves up for and like Roman often looked towards the future, wondering if there was someone out there who he could share his sense of humour with besides his brothers. He was also the one Roman normally ended up arguing with when it come to arranging events for clients or new ideas for contracts, the ideas normally ending up in Seth's responsibilities when the two couldn't see eye to eye.
Seth Rollins, the youngest of the three men and often enough the peacekeeper between them. He was normally the one who greeted the clients with a comforting smile and understanding nature, the face of SHIELD. More often than not he was the one to reassure clients that all plans would be met by the deadline much like he settled any arguments between his business partners and brothers. As the brains behind the operation he often found himself with little time to hear his own thoughts let alone think of what was to come in the week ahead. The dark haired Iowan often arranged the transport and safe house locations while overseeing any arrangements when it come to the big events they were responsible for. Just as he normally found himself calling for an uber at the end of the night when it was time to go home. Always greeted by his black cat Aerialist who often snuggled against his legs much like Blue did with Dean in order to get food and attention. He was for all intense and purposes the glue that kept the business going just as he knew without him it would fall apart in a matter of weeks maybe even days.
At this moment all three boys who ran SHIELD, were sat in their normal booth at the pub Irish Curse. Sheamus as normally serving his customers at the bar while also checking his mohawk was still in place on the odd occasion when he passed the reflective mirror behind the glasses, his best friend in Cesaro often chuckling while reassuring him his hair style was still as it should be. Corey was in the booth across from their talking loudly as he attempted to gain the attention of the blond who appeared to have randomly walked in, her lost expression suggesting she had no idea where she had walked into. Although she did smack Corey around the face when he tried it on with her, leaving him stunned and with a red hand mark across his cheek, as well as giving Carmella something to laugh about for a few hours. Elias currently sat on a bar stool upon the stage, about to sing another of his songs no doubt put together on the whim and someone likely to interrupt him with a yell of something or a phone going off loudly during the performance.
"I swear our routine just gets more boring with every passing day" commented the shaggy blond of the three men, finishing his pint of beer in a single gulp, noticing the same old faces there apart from the blond in clothing that left little to the imagination. "Lets shake things up a bit, go to the new club that just opened up in town" added Dean looking around to see Sheamus polishing some glasses while Cesaro read through a random magazine with his glass of coke next to him, Corey once again flirting loudly with Carmella, Seth soon nodded in agreement when he heard Elias begin to shout angry slurs at someone in the booth closest to the stage, the man's phone having gone off in the middle of the song. At which the Iowan soon downed his drink and looked to Roman who sighed before finishing his own with a few swigs, all three paying their tab before heading out just in time to avoid the daily bar fight. A warning of which Sheamus had stuck in the doors right window pane, almost like he had done it as part of an ongoing joke.
"This club you're on about is it that the one opened by AJ Styles and Becky Lynch?" asked Seth as they hit the fresh nippy air, a sudden spell of dizziness hit him as he realised just how much he had drank in their normal drinking hole, Roman too must have been it with the dizzy spell as he soon grabbed on to a nearby blue painted lamp post almost completely missing it, much to the amusement of his drinking buddies and business partners. Dean could only nod as they walked towards the subway station, the club only two short stops away and was near enough opposite the station itself. The three men stumbled to the station, ignoring the people who passed by them, being careful not to trip down the stairs at the subway station or down the gab when they got on to the quiet training. The trio seen arrived at the club, noticing a small line outside it with a bouncer dressed in black allowing only a certain amount of people to enter at a time. Becky as normal was hanging about outside although neither knew why the fiery haired woman was, as she was one of the two who owned Shimmer.
"Now that's a surprise. Wasn't expecting you three to be here" spoke Becky, her voice dripping with her Irish ascent as she looked over to the three men she had seen since graduating college. She had heard of their successful business just as she often stalked at least one of them on social media to see what they got up to when they had their days off or if they had someone special to share their lives and wealth with. "Come on in, Styles is at the bar showing off as normal. He hired Gallows and Anderson the other day they're waiters at the moment" added Becky signalling to Joe to let the trio into her new club. She was more than proud it was the hottest spot to be at the moment, just as she had seen some customers and partiers who just wanted a good time enter through the doors.
Upon entering the boys were immediately bombarded with loud music, the bubbles floating around giving the club a childish feeling but also a relaxing one, glitter in the bubbles almost captivating all who laid eyes on them much like the brightly colour lights that lit up each area of the bar did. The smell of alcohol mixed with women's perfume and men's colon raiding their nostrils much like the interior of the club did. The metallic curtains draping from floor to ceiling, the balcony with the glass barriers, tables and other seating area's scattered around the bar and dance floor, even how each seating area was lit with a different colour light. The bar the busiest place in the club besides the dance floor itself. Roman and Dean looked around the club with uncertainty although Dean's was more of where they were going to sit and what drinks they sold. Seth on the other hand had been drawn to a woman standing on the balcony above the bar, her hands resting on the glass railings, another man beside her trying to get her attention in flirty manner only for her to hold a hand up and wave for him to leave.
"She's beautiful" spoke Seth unaware he had said what he was thinking out loud, although he was soon brought back to reality when Dean waved a single hand in front of his face. To which the younger Iowan blinked a few times before turning to one he called brother, seeing the confused looks he got from both men he had arrived with. "The girl on the balcony black hair, skin as pale as snow, blood red lips. The one in the tight black mini dress" added the dark haired businessman, making sure to describe her so his two best friends didn't mistake who he was referring to with one of the partying college girls that had been drawn to the newly opened club. Roman soon spotted the woman in question quickly pointing her out to Dean watching as Becky walked over to her and began to chat with the mysterious dark haired beauty. Much like another blond joined the fray although she appeared to be more interested in her looks rather than actually talking. Soon made more evident when she started to flirt with the same man the dark haired woman had rejected earlier on.
"TIME TO PARTY WOOOOOO" shouted a random woman from the middle of the dance floor, the dress she wore hanging from her body as she swayed to the music booming through the club, glitter all over her from where the bubbles had met their ultimate end against her skin. Roman soon got a closer look at the woman quickly recognising her to be his cousin Nia, whom he had thought had returned to Florida weeks before hand, something he could now see he was wrong for assuming just as he could see she was in a drunken state, her make up slightly messy from either sweating or the bubble mixture just as she appeared to be struggling to keep her balance, her cheeks also appeared flushed. "Roman" called Nia upon her eyes landing on the Samoan business man, Dean soon shrugged before heading off to the bar much like he pulled Seth away from the scene encouraging him to go after the woman he had proclaimed as beautiful almost ten minutes prior. "That's my cousin" drunkenly slurred Nia as she struggled to form simple sentences and words, showing just how out of it she was.
"Hey" spoke Seth upon reaching the black haired woman he had seen earlier on from the entrance, he soon felt his nerves raise when the red lipped woman turned her attention to him and smiled, much like his hands before slightly sweaty upon her turning her body to face him, a smile on her red lips as she did so. "Do you wanna dance?" asked the dark haired Iowan as he held a hand out to the woman who had gained his attention within seconds of him entering the club, Becky could only smile before pushing the pale woman towards him with a comment of have fun, the shock expression of the mysterious woman showing she wasn't to sure about it but allowed him to lead the way none the less. "My name's Seth by the way" added the well dressed businessman as he entered the dance floor with the woman he had asked to be his dance partner, noticing how her beauty seemed to have captivated others on the dance floor as well. One of the men behind slowly getting close something she had obviously sensed by the way she moved a little closer to him.
"Paige. Nice to make your acquaintance" replied the raven haired woman, a small smile forming on her lips as she began to loosen up her tense form, once again stepping closer to the man she had been taken to the dance floor by, an uncomfortable feeling washing over her when she felt the same man who had been drawn to her getting closer, almost as if he had ill intentions or knew who she was. Seth soon wrapped his arms around her waist as if to send a message to the stranger behind her and attempt to give the woman he now knew as Paige a little comfort. "Thank you" whispered Paige her voice almost seductive to the man she wrapped her around around, entangling her fingers in his dark hair shortly after as they began to move in time to the beat of the music.
"How does he get so lucky?" asked Dean from the table to the side of the dance floor, Roman had by now joined him having made sure his cousin got into a cab and back home, although he doubted whether she would actually remember anything considering how smashed she had been. The Samoan business man soon look in the same direction as his shaggy haired friend, a smile gracing his normally stern features upon seeing the youngest of the three near the centre dancing slowly with the same woman he had pointed out earlier. "I gotta admit I'm kind of jealous, first few minutes of entering the hottest club in town and he's already picked up a girl and she hasn't flipped him off or anything like the last one" added the blond Ohio native, remembering the last incident when someone random woman walked into Sheamus's bar only to be hit on by a drunk Seth, she had kicked him in the never regions when he insulted her along with throwing her shoe at Dean himself for laughing at what happened.
"Is that Stephanie McMahon's adopted daughter?" asked Roman upon getting a closer look at the mysterious dark haired woman, he could remember seeing her when he had gone to visit Hunter, her adoptive father. She was just heading out at the time so he only got a quick glance. "I think her name is Paige, I seen her leaving Hunter's mansion when I went there for the meeting he arranged. She's the one he wanted protection for as well" added the Samoan, wondering how Hunter and Stephanie would react to finding out the girl they had raised was out instead of focusing on her businesses, he knew the woman had a fair bit going for her, just as he could tell she likely got a lot of attention from being adopted into one of the richest families as well as her stunning looks. Upon turning his attention back to the dance floor he was surprised to see both had disappeared, although he suspected they had probably disappeared to one of the private areas off the main club.
