Author Note Okay, I know its bad, I haven't ever finished a story and I just keep staring new ones. I'm TRYING!! I have asked for help on how to end on and I have ways now. I plan on finishing two of them so far and am so lost on others I need to reread them. The reason I keep getting ideas for new ones is because to television. And as long as that exists, I will always have a new storyline. But, thanks for reading. Love Lyndsie

"Go, go, go!" People yelled as football star, Paul Levesque, sucked down a large, green margarita. It was his fifth one and he was getting totally sloshed.

I sat at a round table with my friends, Torrie, Mickie, and Stacy at Webb's Bar & Grill. A small place neighboring Texas Stadium, it was where the football players went after winning a game.

I quietly finished my warm glass of brandy and eggnog and got up, "I have to go to the bathroom to change 'something'." I made the quote marks with my fingers and walked away, showing off number 82, and 'Levesque' on the back of my football jersey. I was wearing a tank top, a thermal shirt, and a sweatshirt underneath the jersey, but I was still freezing cold. I was walking towards the bathroom with my head down and the next thing I knew, I was face up towards the ceiling with superior weight on top of me.

"I'm really sorry miss." The man I daydreamed of being in bed with stood over me, trying not to fall down again, he had the handle of the men's bathroom clasped in one hand and holding the other out to me, "let me help you up."

I took his hand and pulled, getting a slight head-rush in the mix, "I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking. I'm sorry." I looked down at my brand-new jersey, "damnit, you spilled margarita on my new shirt." I wiped it off as best I could with my hand, "maybe it'll wash off in the sink."

"Hey, I can get you a new one. It's my jersey in the first place." He smiled at me, "and I think you need to wear on of those without anything underneath, cause' baby, you look hot with that thing on."

I pretended to laugh it off like nothing happened, and then he turned me around, "you're the one that is sitting in the corner with your three friends drinking eggnog, huh? Let me buy you a drink." He followed me to the front of the bar, "you can have anything you want." He whispered in my ear.

I looked up and anxiously wished I had used the bathroom. I was having period issues and if I waited any longer it was gonna get worse, "um, Mr. Levesque, can I use the bathroom real quick, I'd like the same thing I was having before, warm eggnog and brandy with a little bit of nutmeg." I ran back to the hallway and into the bathroom door.

The feeling of relief hit me as I opened the door, "oh, there you are, sorry I had to go." I took the drink from his hand and walked towards my table, only being stopped by his hand on my shoulder and leaned over to whisper, "tell your friends to come over here to the team party."

I nodded and motioned for them to move, "come on, 'Paul Levesque' told me to tell you guys to come over here with us." I came towards Paul and as soon as he saw me, he put his arm around me sweetly, "these are my best friends, Mickie, Torrie and Stacy."

He smiled at them, "hi girls." He stumbled, using me to hold himself up, "hang out with us, these are my teammates, this is Dave Bautista, Shawn Michaels, John Cena, Randy Orton, Chris Jericho, Mark Henry, John Layfield, Adam Copeland, and Kurt Angle, as you all probably know." He grinned down at me, "I got a limo waiting to take me to my hotel, wanna come with me?"

I was speechless from the offer. I couldn't believe he had just asked me to come to his hotel with him. This was the man I had the biggest crush on in the world. I've had a crush on him ever since he began playing when I was fifteen. Now this was my first holiday season of being 21 and so far, it was going great, then I thought about something, "oh, I can't, I mean, well, I just probably shouldn't. I'm having some monthly issues and it would be totally gross."

He kissed my neck, then my earlobe, "we can work around that I'm sure." He pulled me towards the door, "hey, guys, I'm going back to the hotel. I'll see you in the morning." I waved goodbye to my friends, who were talking with some of the players.