A/N: As always, I still own nothing except Peyton. Reviews and feedback are highly encouraged and welcomed :)
CH 2
"That was a helluva come back tonight, Dizzy." Peyton looked across the table to see Brie smiling at the voice behind her. "Hey, Randy, umm…I think I need to go pee. C'mon babe." She tugged her bearded fiancé behind her. "Well, she's about as subtle as a train wreck."
"So, you look good." Peyton quirked an eyebrow at the man standing in front of her. "I just mean," She waved her hand, cutting him off, "Compared to the last time you saw me?" "No…I mean, yeah, I guess." "It's ok Randy; I was kind of a hot mess then. HOLY SHIT! Lil Joe! Excuse me; Randy…It was good to see you." She ran across the room, jumping on to the back of a startled Roman Reigns.
"Lil Joe Joe!" Peyton planted a big wet kiss on the side of his cheek before dropping to the floor. "Look at you! I guess you aren't 'Lil Joe Joe' anymore though. You went and got all grown up and kind of hot. I'm impressed."
"Hey Peyton. It's been…"
"Forever. I know." She cut him off, noticing the other two members of the Shield standing beside him. "Colby." She nodded to Seth Rollins. "Stranger." She looked at Dean Ambrose. "Joe and I go way back." Peyton began explaining. "He use to run around backstage with his brother at some of the Indy shows in Memphis. Matt saved my ass one night. I still owe him for that."
The Samoan nodded, "I remember hearing bits about that. You know Colby?"
"Yeah," she grinned over at the two toned man, "you could say that."
"Cool…oh…oooooh." Joe shook his head as he realized what she was implying.
Colby spoke up, "What's it been? Four, five years now?"
"Something like that," Peyton nodded. "You were such a baby. There's probably a special place in hell for cradle robbers like me corrupting the youth of America."
Colby nodded, brown eyes wide, "I was so young and impressionable."
Peyton laughed, "Yeah, young maybe…borderline jailbait I think, but, impressionable not so much." She turned her attention to the third member. "Hi. I'm Peyton. Corrupter of young impressionable men."
"Jon Good…or Stranger. Whichever. I've been called worse."
She smiled, shaking his hand, "The infamous Moxbrose."
"Moxbrose? Don't think I've heard that one yet."
"Give it time, I'll tweet it later, the fangirls will love it." Peyton let her voice rise dramatically, "OMG, just met Dean Ambrose. He's so dreamy. Don't know who's hotter Jon Moxley or Dean Ambrose. Hashtag Moxbrose lame emoticon lame emoticon lame emoticon hashtag swoon." She turned to Joe and Colby. "Don't worry; I'll come up with something for y'all too."
"PEYTON! GET OVER HERE!" Nikki yelled across the crowded room.
"Well boys, that's my cue. Nice to meet you Moxbrose. Colby, Joe."
Peyton walked across the room to the twins staring back at her, "So, you just leave Randy standing here to go spider monkey Roman Reigns? Please tell me you haven't slept with him." Nikki spoke up. "He was trying to make peace with you."
"I know. But there's no need to make peace. And no, I've never slept with Joe. I've known him since he was a kid." The sisters looked at each other relieved. "It was Colby. That was one helluva weekend."
"Peyton!" They yelled in unison.
"What?" She smiled sweetly.
"Seriously though," Brie spoke up, "You should go talk to Randy. Let him know things are ok."
"Fine." She threw her hands up. "Fine, I'll go find him."
Peyton walked outside to the little area sectioned off for smoking. Cigarette smoke wafted through the air, filling her nostrils. She sighed, leaning back against the brick wall somewhat happy not to have found her target, not ready to have the conversation everyone seemed so eager for her to have. Her mind started to wander back five years ago.
…
The palms of her hands twitched, the clear plastic packet in her pocket setting heavy. "God damnit, Randy! Just fucking let me breathe!" She shoved at the man in front of her. Hard. Too hard.
"Why? So you can go get fucking high again? I'm not stupid, Peyton!" His voice boomed through the hotel room. "Your pupils are shot to hell. You haven't slept in God knows how long. You look like shit. If you want to fucking kill yourself then just fucking do it! Stop dragging it out and bringing everyone down with you!" His head snapped back when her fist connected with his jaw. He watched as she grabbed her keys and walked out the door.
…
Peyton flexed her hand, popping her wrist that still ached from time to time when the weather changed from jamming it against his jaw that night.
"Looking for someone?"
The raspy voice to her left brought her back to the present. "Hey, Stranger. No, not really." She watched the end of the cigarette glow bright as he inhaled, then removed it from his lips, flicking the ashes away, exhaling a puff of smoke slowly. "You want one?" He held his pack out to her.
"Yes." She smiled and shook her head no.
"Ah, I got ya. How long ya been quit?" Jon shoved the cigarettes back in his pocket.
"Two days. Two long, looooong days."
"If it helps I hear the third day's the hardest."
"It doesn't."
"That was a pretty sweet return tonight…"
"For a chick?" Peyton interjected.
"For a cradle robbing corrupter of the youth."
"Ouch." She laughed.
Jon pointed through the glass window, "The twin without the tits is pointing at you."
Peyton followed his gaze to see Brie talking with Aksana and Nikki, pointing in her direction. "Ugh, I should go see what they want. Thanks for nothing." She grinned, motioning toward the cigarette in his hand.
"Anytime."
The three women watched as Peyton walked toward them, shaking her head, "Don't. I know that look." She looked over at the twins. "I will talk to him, I just…I couldn't find him."
"Did you even really look?"
"Yeah," Peyton glanced around, not meeting their eyes. "I looked."
"Liar."
"Nikki!" Brie elbowed her sister.
"What? She's lying, I can tell."
"Aksana," Peyton turned to the Lithuanian diva, "I haven't had a chance to say thanks for tonight."
"No, thank you. Glad I could be a part of it."
"Ladies, if you don't mind, I'm going to call it a night. It's been a crazy day and we all have to be at the arena early tomorrow for Smackdown."
