This is another fic that I found when looking through some of my old stuff. This one is far different than what I usually write. It's not very long and not finished yet. I'm trying to reclaim where I had gotten the idea but I thought you guys might like something different from me. Enjoy!


"Your beer, sir." The waitress with the micro mini skirt and the flaming red halter top said, bending down to place his bottle of beer on the table. As she bent down he knew that she was trying to flash him with her oversized breasts.

But nothing in that dingy club would take his gray eyes off of the blond at the bar.

A lot of the other superstars decided a night out on the town was in order and decided on one of the most trashiest places Denver, Colorado had to offer. Trash was right, he thought as the sexually attractive waitress walked away, giving more pop to her sway than necessary.

"Yo, Ro, how's it going?" His stablemate asked, coming up with the third member of The Shield.

"Just chillin'," Roman Reigns replied before bringing the bottle to his lips and took a long draw from it. "People watching."

The Seth Rolins and Dean Ambrose turned their heads in the direction of where Roman was looking. Sure enough there were people in his line of view but none of them looked like the one their muscle man was watching.

"Which one?" Dean asked.

"Which one indeed." Roman mumbled.

The air in the club was thick and heavy with bodies, body sweat, BO, and hormones with the way some people were dancing with each other. The various tensions could be sliced with a knife. There was the smell of booze and illegal drugs but the dregs of of the city came to here where everyone turned a blind eye to everything people were doing in there.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Roman asked as he watched Sheamus sidle up to the blond at the bar.

Speaking of dregs, Sheamus was not the kind to be in this seedy run down club, he was too prim and proper of an Irishman who looked like he could fit right into the roaring twenties. Or at least Boston during prohibition with that flat cap. Not in this place, not in a place where someone could get crack in the corner booth and a hot tip to a waitress could give you ten minutes with her on her break. No, he wasn't supposed to be at the club. Come to think of it, Roman thought, neither did the blond.

"What's the matter?" Dean glanced at Roman before going back to looking at Sheamus.

There was no denying that Sheamus and Roman had a heated beef with each other. One from a good neighborhood, great school and good life, while the other basically grew up in a below minimum wage home in a ghetto somewhere. It had been obvious that Sheamus thought little of the three members of The Shield, because of this fact. And the fact remained, before Roman could get a foot up in anything, Sheamus was there to get in the way. Case in point, the object of the Samoan's affection at that moment.

"So it's the blond, right. The one who is listening to Aksana?" Seth asked.

With her elbow leaning on the bar, her hand supporting her cheek, the blond was looking in Aksana's general direction oblivious to two men watching her. Her bright blue baby tee and her short jean shorts with sneakers made it obvious she wasn't there for any action, and the fact that she was guarding a water bottle proved it. She was driving the divas around that night, well most of the divas.

"Isn't she the Diva PA or something?" Seth asked.

"Yeah. I've been eying her for a while now. Trying to find a way to approach her."
"Pussy," Dean mumbled, dropping down in on of the free chairs around Roman's table. "You should have acted faster."

Just watching her, watching as she turned her attention from the Lithuanian diva to the Irishman as he approached, Roman growled as he watched her smile at him, she smiled at Sheamus as if he was the most interesting person in the world. This wasn't right, she was supposed to be looking at him, looking at Roman, that way. He should have been the most interesting person in her world, not the crème puff Irishamn.

"Why don't you just go over there and talk to her?" Seth asked. "Forget about that fucking Irishman and just drag her off to some corner and just do it?"

"Which corner, the one selling pot, crack, I think heroine is off over there somewhere," Dean waved half hazardly over in one direction and then another. "And the last corner is already being used."

"Yeah, you have a point." Seth plopped himself down next to Dean. "But still, you can just take her outside, at least that way she can hear you talk."

"I'm not sure that's going to work." Roman ended up growling while gesturing with his beer bottle towards the dance floor.

Sheamus had dragged off the woman, her water bottle unattended. Anyone could get to that bottle, they could slip something in it. Roman had missed his chance with her, another attempt on his sanity and the better of the two had the woman.

"I'm getting out of here, I can't fucking stand it anymore." Roman stood up, tossing down the money on his table for the bill of his two beers. "I need a walk."

Neither Dean or Seth tried to stop him. They knew very well what was going on with their friend so it was no use trying to get him to open up about it.

The way out of the club was to walk next to the dance floor. That meant Roman had to watch Sheamus and the blond dance close together, really close together. Compared to either man, she was a delicate flower, easily bruised with a finger if someone wasn't careful. There was nothing in the world at that moment where Roman wouldn't do anything or say anything to the object of his affection. But there was one thing standing in the way, a six foot four Irishman that's what.

He paused as he reached the door. Turning around, Roman scanned the crowd of people, looking for the blond he had been interested with for a while. He couldn't see her, but he saw the Irishman, there was no missing of the red hair from that man. There, that's when he saw it.

She emerged from the dance floor looking flustered. And of course Sheamus was following her.

"I told you, Sheamus, I am not interested in dating anyone right now." She said loudly, over the music that was thumping around them.

Roman watched as she headed towards the doors, towards where he was standing. Just the right time for him.

"Come on, Lass," Sheamus reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Shaking him off, she turned and looked at him. "I told you, I don't want to date anyone right now." She jerked back when he tried to reach her again. "Can't you just leave me alone for one second? I told you no."

"Lass, please," Sheamus took a step towards her but she stepped back, right into Roman's front.

To him, to Roman, she fit just perfect right there. But the contact between them broke when she twisted around to see who she had ran into.

"I am so sorry." She held her hands up, fingers splayed out. "I didn't see you. I'm so sorry." She had repeated herself again. "Sorry."

No ring, no attachment. That was good to know.

"No harm done," Roman said as his eyes fell on an unamused Sheamus. "Is everything okay?"

"Fine, it's fine. I was just leaving in fact." She maneuvered around Roman and then exited.

With a beat pulsing in his ears, along with his pulse, the idea that Sheamus had run her off caused a glare to mar his handsome features.

"Don't even think about starting anything with her, Reigns." Sheamus said.

"Seems like you've started something, Sheamus. I was just standing here." Roman smiled ruefully. "But I am on my way out, so I'm going to make sure she's okay."

"Don't think about it, Reigns. She's mine."

"Last I saw, she was no one's. But it doesn't mean I can't be a gentleman and see if she needs help." With that Roman turned and headed out the club door, hoping that Sheamus wouldn't follow.

The city's night was cool, not freezing cold since Denver was located somewhere within the Rocky Mountain area. With it summer time the nights got cool, not that he'd ever noticed it. Roman was more interested in looking for the girl that captured his attention.

Her bright hair stood out against the darkness of the night. She was leaning against the wall of the club and looking down at her phone. She was texting something to someone, maybe one of the divas but Roman didn't really care. Instead he headed towards her.

"Hey," he said, causing her to look up. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine." She glanced down at her phone, typing something else before shoving it in her pocket. "I'm supposed to be watching the divas, making sure they are okay. But how am I supposed to do that if I have to side step men that want to bed me?" She looked at him.

Though her face was shadowed, he knew she had deep blue eyes. Yet, it was what she said about the men in the club.

"So you're single and don't want to mingle?" He chuckled at that but stopped when he saw her deep seated frown.

"You could say that." She said, looking up at the starless sky.

"I was about ready to leave myself. I'm not really in the mood for being here tonight." He leaned his shoulder against the wall. "I wasn't really in the mood to come out at all. I'm guessing that's the same thing for you."
"Yeah, the divas have a group photo shoot tomorrow and they need to be hangover free."
"I guess I could understand that. Is that why you're standing right here?"
"Pretty much, yeah. I mean, this is my job, my job is making sure that there are divas that are doing what they need to do and making sure that they are okay. I only barely managed to get squeezed out of that stupid Total Divas thing because I mainly work with the divas that aren't on it. Aksana just really wanted to head out tonight and I am her chaperon. I should be getting inside anyway, but..."

"You don't want to deal with Sheamus."

"Yeah, that's the big thing."

"Well, I'm here. I can make sure he doesn't come around to bother you."

"No, I got this. I just needed to clear the air out of my head. I think I was getting a contact high or something with the fumes in there."

She pushed herself off the wall and scuffed her shoe against the ground and looked up at him. She had a determined look to herself, a clenched jaw and pursed lips.

"Uh, I'm Roman Reighns." He held his hand out to her.

She grasped it. "Mallory Tindel."

"Mallory Tindel," he said, his smile growing slightly. "Nice to meet you, Mallory Tindel."

"Yeah, that's my name. And nice to meet you, I guess." She replied before walking by him. "Thank you for seeing if I was okay. But I got it from here."

"If you're sure. Then I should say good night to you."

She bit her lip, looking at him fully now and with the light of the one fixture hanging up on the wall she could see his eyes. Eyes that could scare and lull people. Like a vampire. A shudder rocked her shoulders, visibly being seen by Roman. And like that, without saying anything because she couldn't say anything, Mallory left.

Only he didn't let her, at first.

"Hey, wait." Roman called out.

She turned and looked at him, brows knitted together and a frown tugging at her lips.

"I would suggest buying yourself another bottle of water. In a place like this, well I would say it wouldn't be safe to go back to the one you had."

"How did you know I had a bottle of water?"

But he didn't answer. Instead, he slipped off into the night, proud of himself. It left a few things unsaid and undone.

They would be things he would work out later.


Well that is the first chapter of this Roman Reigns fic. More to come. See you guys in the next chapter!