"Hey, Hey!" Finn called across the bar.
"Happy Birthday!" He said, pulling you into a one arm hug.
You had already started drinking, not really wanting to remember this date, not that you had anything against birthdays.
Fuck, that was your time to let loose, and not be held accountable for your actions.
It was your time to drink yourself silly and dance on the table tops until Finn or Sami pulled you down.
Not that you actually remembered the table dancing or even the one time you gave Finn a lap dance, but they always had pictures to show you the next day while you were recovering from your drunken stupor.
Since you had started with WWE down in NXT, you hung with Sami, having worked together a lot in the Indies.
Sami had already been in NXT for more than a year before you got there, but he welcomed you into his group of new friends like no time had passed.
A month later Finn was there, he and Sami became fast friends, and then it was the three of you always together.
Not that you didn't get along with Finn, he was a great guy, easy to talk to, easy to get along with, and drop dead gorgeous, but you hadn't known him personally before he started WWE, and you felt like he was still guarded, still had walls up. It took him forever to return your hugs, and when he finally did it was always one armed. And only the past couple of months would he finally come to meet you with out Sami being there.
"Don't remind me." You smile at him, pushing his drink towards him as he took the bar stool next to you.
"I don't understand why ya always say that. Ya seem to enjoy yerself." His slight Irish accent sounding.
He had started to lose it over the years of not living in Ireland, but when he was drinking it came on thick.
"Oh come on (y/n), how can it be so bad? Ya get to spend it with me." He said, making you laugh.
"That's true." You smile, holding the bottom of Finn's glass up as he took a drink.
"Come on Balor, you need to catch up. I'm already on my third beer."
By the time you were ordering your fourth beer, Sami finally showed up.
"Forget the beer. Let's get some real liquor in you." Sami said, pushing the beer to the side.
"Devitt, you trying to keep up with her tonight?" He asked as he called the bartender back over.
You knew a lot of people back stage called Finn by his real name, but he was introduced to you as Finn Balor, and he never asked you to call him anything else, so that's what you stuck with.
"Fook no." Finn laughed.
"Dis girl is damn near 11 years younger den me. I can't recover like I used ta."
"Listen to him." You laugh.
"Barely two beers in, and the accent is already coming back."
"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked.
"We are celebrating this young lady's birthday, what's you're best shot?" Sami asked.
You just look at him, wondering what he was doing. He never really approved of how much you drank on your birthday, but tonight seemed different.
"I can make a pretty mean Liquid Cocaine."
"Gimme two of those, and a coke."
"Oh come on Sami, not even one drink?" You teased, already knowing the answer.
It was against his religion to drink, he used to have one drink with you on your special day, but since he got married he had changed.
Not drinking a single drop and spending most of his time in his room talking to his wife on skype, leaving you and Finn to fend for yourselves.
Not that Finn was much better. He seldom drank, it wasn't against anything to him except his workout routine.
You, on the other hand, could drink with the best of them, though in the last three years you had toned back a lot, especially since being moved up to the main roster right before the draft.
Sami gave you the look he was so good at giving, almost like a disappointed parent.
"I'm kidding." You tell him as he takes the seat on the other side of you, and the bartender places the drinks in front of you.
Sami passes them out, holding his glass up.
"Happy 27th Birthday, Kid." He says, making you laugh as you all clink glasses together.
You drink your shot in one gulp, taking a deep breath after, helping with the burn, turning to Finn as he is downing his, a split second later he was grabbing Sami's coke from his hands, draining the drink.
"Wat da fook?" He hissed.
"It was good." You laugh.
"Gimme another." You say, almost forgetting why you were drinking.
"Go slow." Sami warned.
"Oh, leave 'er alone Zayn, it's her burthday." Finn said, drinking his beer.
Sami's phone buzzed, making him smile.
"I hate to drink and run kids, but my wife is calling." He told you both.
"Don't get too bad, (y/n), Fergal here looks like he won't be able to use his best judgement to stop you."
"Yeah, yeah." You huff.
"Away with you party pooper."
Over the next two hours you had lost count of the amount of drinks you had. Numerous wrestlers had come in and bought you and Finn a birthday drink.
And by the time you were ready to leave, you couldn't walk a straight line to save your life.
You both ended up back at Finn's room. He had somehow scored his own room, and he laid on the bed flipping through the channels as you laid on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.
"Did ya 'ave a gud burthday?" Finn asked, almost falling off the bed as he rolled over to look at you.
"Ugh, I almost forgot what day it was." You said, looking at him.
"Why don't ya like yer burthday?"
"It's not my birthday I don't like. It's what else happened on this day." You tell him, the alcohol making it easier to talk about.
"Several years ago, right before I came to WWE, I was engaged."
"Oh, Aye didn't know dat." He says, crawling onto the floor, laying next to you.
"Yeah, turns out the douche was cheating on me, with my best friend." You explained.
"And guess what day I found out?"
"No." He gasped, sitting up and looking at you.
"Do ya still luv him? Is dat why ya drink so much?"
"No, I don't think I ever really, truly did. I was young and stupid. But the girl, I had known her since grade school. We had been though everything together, first dates, first kisses, we shared all of our dreams with each other, I thought I could trust her with my life, ya know? She was more like a sister than a friend, and then they went and fucked, and ruined my idea of trust. Now every year this day rolls around and reminds me, 'Hey, guess what, loser? Not only did your best friend betray you, but you also haven't had sex in more than five years now.' Happy Fucking Birthday to me."
You wait for him to laugh at you, but he didn't, instead he turned to you with question on his face.
"Is dat why ya keep everyone at a distance?" He asked you.
"What do you mean?" You asked, shocked by his question.
"I don't keep people at a distance."
"Yeah, ya do, lass." He smiled.
"No, Sami and I are really close." You try to argue his opinion.
"No, besides Sami." He says.
"Sami is safe fer ya. Sami has been wit his gurl fer a gud while, ya knew dat."
"Sami knew what happened, he was there to help me." You explained.
"When I joined WWE, I told myself no relationships. I wanted to focus on my career and getting to where I wanted to be without distractions."
"Yeah, Aye know a tang or two aboot goals gettin in da way of relationships. As a matter of fact, Aye'm in a bit of a dry spell meself." He said.
"You?" You asked him, sitting up.
"What? The handsome Finn Balor doesn't have ring rats falling at his feet?"
"Aye wasn't sayin dat." He smirked, his face and neck turning red.
"Wat aboot ya? How many marry me signs were dere last nite fur ya? How many men were droolin over ya at da bar?" He said, making you laugh.
"Ya know dat's not wat it's aboot." A grin spread across his face.
"Wat if..." He stopped, like he changed his mind and decided not to say what he was about to.
"What?" You urge him to continue.
"Wat if ya made a new memory? Maybe yer burthday would be better."
"What are you saying Finn?" You ask as he moves closer.
"Aye'm not saying dat Aye'm in luv wit ya, or even askin ya to be me gurl, but fook, (y/n), yer one of da sexiest women Aye've ever seen." He leans in and kisses you.
"Just casual sex?"
"No strings. No one has ta know. It doesn't 'ave ta be weird." He breathes into your ear.
What were you agreeing to?
You couldn't tell if it was the alcohol, or just the need to feel a body move with yours, but as he pulled you onto his lap and his lips pressed to your neck, you knew there was no turning back. You wanted him as much as he wanted you.
He wasted no time reaching down and pulling your shirt off, throwing it somewhere behind him, as your hands reached down and pulled his shirt off.
As his lips toured your upper half, you let your hands roam over his muscular back, enjoying the feeling, his lips causing moans to leave your mouth.
He stood, still holding you at his waist, showing off his strength, walking you to the bed.
"Ya sure yer ok wit dis?" He asks as he lays you both down on the bed.
You just nod, reaching between you unbuttoning his pants, causing a wicked grin to spread across his face, and he leans back over you, lips back on your neck.
"Gawd, (y/n), ya smell so gud." He said, his hands going under you, unhooking your bra and pulling it down your arms, as his lips lacked to one of your nipples, causing you to gasp. Your hands went to his head, running through his short hair. He reached down and unbuttoned your pants, lifting himself off you.
He smiled up at you, before slipping his fingers into the sides of your jeans, hooking your panties and pulling them both down your legs, letting them fall off the end of the bed.
"Fook." Was all he could say as his eyes roamed your body.
He stood and walked over to his suitcase, pulling out a pack of condoms, he pulled one out walking over to you, tossing the box on the table.
He dropped the square package on the bed and removed his slacks.
You bit your lower lip as he slid his boxer briefs down his tone legs, his thick uncut shaft standing straight up. You watched intently as he slid the condom on, wanting nothing more than to lift yourself up and pull his dick into your mouth, but you didn't trust your legs to support your own weight.
His knees went between your legs, crawling up to you, positioning himself at your entrance.
You couldn't help but gasp as he slid into you, his hands on your waist, his head falling to your neck.
"Jesus yer tight."
"Fuck Finn." You breath.
"Don't call me dat anymore Lass." He breathed into your ear.
"I want ta hear ya moan me name."
"It's been a long time, Fergal."
"Don't wurry Luv, Aye got ya." He whispers in your ear.
"Aye'll go slow, till ya tell me otherwise."
It didn't take you long to adjust to his size as he slid gently in and out of you, and you started begging for more.
"Faster Ferg." You moaned.
"Harder." Your moans grew louder and louder as his thrusts became harder and deeper.
"God Fergal. I'm so close."
"Gud, cause Aye'm rite behind ya." He said as your walls contracted around his shaft causing a string of profanities to leave his mouth as his muscles tightened.
A minute later his body fell, limp onto yours, his lips pressing sweet pecks where ever they could reach.
"Aye hope dat will make yer next burthday better." He smiled, kissing your lips before rolling off you and disposing of the condom.
Before you could move or process if he wanted you to leave or not, he was back on the bed, pulling you into his arms, pulling the sheet up over your bodies.
He yawned and suddenly you realized how tired you were, enjoying the comfort of his arms you let yourself drift off to sleep.
4 am.
Your eyes shot open.
You try to remember where you were, and you can't help but smile at the soft snoring next to you.
But before you can even enjoy the sight of a naked Fergal, your brain goes crazy.
What if he wakes up and realizes it was all a mistake? After all, he did say no strings, and you were laying here smiling like you're in love.
God, what if it was just the alcohol that made him do it? You had never seen him that drunk before, and he had never once made a move on you.
What if he wakes up and doesn't even remember any of it?
You slowly get off the bed, careful to not wake him, then you hurry, silently, around the room, replacing your clothing on your body, making sure your room key was still in your back pocket, and you hurry to your room. Silently saying a prayer that your roommate would be sleeping and not ask any questions.
Black silence filled the room as you cautiously open the door to your room.
Nia was sleeping. You rush to the bathroom, thankful that you had already put your toiletry bag in there.
You closed the door before turning on the light and undressing. As you turned the shower on something catches your eye in the mirror.
Tiny red marks all over your chest, on you shoulders.
Teeth marks.
Fuck! He had marked you, like you were his to claim.
At least you had ring gear with you that will cover it, the same couldn't be said for the scratches you knew you left on his back.
After showering and sleeping for a few hours Nia's alarm wakes you up, making you groan.
"Where'd you spend your night?" She smirks.
"I was here." You tell her, pulling the cover up over your face.
"No you weren't." She said, pulling the cover off you.
"Get up. It's time for our run."
"No." You say, reaching for a cover, but there was none there.
"No run today."
"You agreed to this, you know I won't go if you don't. Now get up." She said, slapping you on the ass.
"We'll stop on the way back for breakfast."
You crawled out of bed, grabbing your clothes.
She eyed you when you walked out of the bathroom.
"What?"
"When do you ever wear a t-shirt to go jogging?" She asks you.
Damn her for knowing you so well.
You and Nia had become fast friends while in NXT. She wasn't just your roommate on the road, you two also shared an apartment back home.
"You always show your body off. What's up?"
"I just wasn't feeling it today." You shrug, trying to act normal.
"Yeah? Have anything to do with your 4am shower that you thought you were being quiet about?"
"Stop." You whine, knowing your face was betraying you, so you look away.
"I'm bloated. Too much salt from the tequila shots. Come on. We got to get going if we want to be back before breakfast ends."
An hour later you were back at the hotel, following Nia into the small room where the breakfast was.
Your eyes flashed around the room, spotting Fergal sitting with Sami.
Sami waves with a big goofy grin on his face, and Fergal's face goes red, but his eyes stay on you.
Sami waves you over, but you shake your head.
"I just came to grab some fruit. We just got back, I still have to shower and pack for the arena."
"Fruit sounds good." You hear Fergal say and a chair pushing out and Nia made her way over towards Sami.
Then his body was leaning over yours, pressing against you, his fingers reaching in your bowl taking an orange slice out.
"My sheets smelled like ya this morning."
"Ferg." You gasp quietly.
"It would have been better if ya would have still been there when I woke." He smirked before turning and walking back to the table.
You took a deep breath, knowing you would have to follow. You prayed that the fact that you had sex with Fergal wasn't written all over your face.
"So, what'd you two do after I left you alone at the bar last night?" Sami asked.
Fuck, that would be his first question.
"Drank." Fergal laughed.
How the hell was he so good at hiding your secret?
"I figured that, Devitt. I meant after that." Sami said, taking a big gulp of his drink.
"I'm still waiting for the pictures."
"What?" You say almost chocking on your fruit.
"You took pictures Fergal?"
"No. I told ya what happened last nite, Sami." Fergal tried.
He told Sami? What happened to no strings? What happened to no one knowing?
"We..."
"No, no, I want (y/n) to tell me her version." Sami grinned.
"Ya don't believe what I'm sayin?" Fergal asked, not even trying to hid the grin that crossed his face.
"No, I don't Fergal. I think you're covering up something." Sami said, his eyes on you the entire time. He lifted his eyebrows, letting you know he was waiting to hear what you had done the night before.
Your eyes land on Fergal, hoping that he would give you some kind of clue as to what he had told Sami.
"It's all foggy. I drank a lot." You start.
"Somehow we ended up back in Fergal's room, and fell asleep watching tv."
Nia's eyebrow shot up when you said you had been in Fergal's room.
Her eyes studying you, trying to read if you were telling the entire truth or not.
"Ferg fell asleep on the bed, I was on the floor. Let me know if you get charged for where I spilled that beer. I woke up soaked, I had to go back to my room and shower. I guess I fell asleep with an open beer in my hand."
"So that wasn't a 'I fucked a stranger' shower?" Nia asked.
"No Nia!" You snap.
"I saw the towel on the floor this morn. I'm glad it was beer and not piss." Fergal laughed.
"Fergal, you're just as bad as Nia." You smile.
"Ok, so the stories match." Sami says.
"I guess you had to tone it down at some point."
"Well, thanks for the vote of confidence." You tell Sami.
"Hey, I'm just glad there are any lap dances this year." Sami smiled.
"Last time Devitt just sat there, watching you take your clothes off."
"I couldn't do much else. I had been a while without sex when she rubbed her ass on me." Fergal laughed.
"Not that that's the only reason my pants got tight that night." He shot a wink at you making you blush.
"So that's the big thing you did on your birthday? Sleep?" Sami asked shaking his head.
"I guess you two talked a lot though."
"Why do ya say that?" Fergal asked.
"She's finally calling you Fergal, and not Finn."