Gloria waited close to the locker room that night for Roman to be done. He was one big smile when he saw her. She was still in black jeans and a black tee. He had gotten back in his dark blue jeans and a black tee as well.

"Ready to go?" He asked.
"Nervous," she admitted.
"Don't worry, I'll hold your hand if you want me to," he joked.

They took his car. Technically he shared it with Seth and Dean but they had chosen to walk earlier. He was gonna be the designated driver for the night.

"So you knew Seth and Dean back in the days," he tried with a soft opener.
"If you wanna know something, just ask. I know they told you about me," she said.
"Surprisingly I've never heard about you until today, but damn, have I heard a lot this evening though," he said. "You're quite the heartbreaker."
"I used to be," she sighed.
"And now?" He asked.
"Now I'm just a woman trying to do right in life," she answered.
"What better time to start than tonight?" He pulled into the parking lot. "We're here."

She was nervous as they walked from the car to the bar. He almost considered actually taking her hand like he had joked with. Seth and Dean made big eyes when Roman walked up to the table with Gloria.

"What the fuck is she doing here?" Seth yelled.
"You said they knew," she looked at Roman.
"I lied," Roman said. "But please stay. You all need to clear the air."

Seth's face was red with anger but before he could throw any insult at her, Dean placed a hand on his upper arm.

"It's alright, Seth. Roman's right. Let's have a nice evening together," he said.
"Fine!" Seth threw up his hands. "I'm getting us something to drink."
"Water for me," Roman said.

Seth moved away from the table. Dean and Gloria looked at each other but no one really knew exactly what to say.

"So how have you been?" Dean finally asked.
"Okay. And you?" She asked.
"Living my dream so I don't complain," he answered.
"That's good. You deserve it," she said.

Roman smiled. So far it was going okay even though it was baby steps. The mood was broken when Seth returned with a glass of water for Roman, a bottle of tequila and three shots glasses.

"You still remember how to swallow?" He stared at Gloria.
"Seth!" Dean snickered at Seth's choice of words.
"I don't drink anymore," she said.
"Really?" Seth looked surprised. "Remember when you raided your father's liquor cabinet? Fuck, we got drunk."
"How can I forget? He got so pissed off," she said.
"Wouldn't any father?" Roman asked.
"Yeah, but he..." She stopped herself. "You're right. Any father would."

Seth sat down and filled all three shots glasses. He pushed one over to Dean and one across the table to her.

"Well, fuck it. If you wanna get back on our good side, you party with us tonight," he said.
"Seth, come on," Roman said. "She doesn't..."

He didn't get to finish the sentence because she grabbed the shot and downed the tequila. She placed the glass back down on the table and looked at Seth as if she was awaiting approval or maybe orders.

"Good girl," he filled her glass again. "I see you haven't lost your touch."

Roman watched as she downed every shot Seth handed to her. Not once did she complain or try to say no. He felt sad watching a woman trying so hard to be forgiven that she would do something like that. It didn't stop until she leaned into him dead drunk, falling asleep against him.

"Okay, time to leave," he said.
"The bottle is empty anyway," Seth said.
"Was this really necessary?" Roman lifted her up.
"No, but it was fun," Seth grinned.

Roman drove them back to the hotel with Seth in the passenger seat and Dean on the back seat with Gloria. She didn't wake up and Roman once again had to carry her inside the hotel and into the elevator.

"Do we even know her room number?" Dean asked.
"Fuck!" Roman mumbled. "Look in her purse."

Dean opened her purse and found her keycard.

"306," he said.

Seth hit the button for the third floor. Soon they arrived and Dean went to unlock the door while Roman carried her inside. He put her down gently on the bed and took a few steps back. He was about to turn around and leave when Seth moved up on the bed.

"Dean, help me out," he said.

Dean ran a hand over his head nervously but one look from Seth and he moved over to the bed as well. Seth started opening her jeans while Dean started pushing her tee up.

"What the hell are you doing?" Roman asked.
"She won't mind. She's fucked us both many times before," Seth said.
"Get off!" Roman yelled.

He grabbed Seth and yanked him off the bed. Dean quickly jumped off too, looking like he didn't know which side to take. Roman pushed Seth towards the door and out of it. Dean followed behind like a lost puppy. Roman closed the door and double checked that it was locked so he wouldn't have to worry about his friends going back in there.

"Roman," Dean said lowly.
"Shut up!" Roman growled. "Go to our fucking room now!"

He was almost dripping with rage inside the elevator as they rode up to the fifth floor. None of them spoke until they were inside their room.

"I don't get why you're making such a big deal out of it, Roman," Seth kicked off his shoes. "Gloria's a whore and she always enjoyed fucking the both of us."
"Not at the same time though," Dean said.
"There's a first time for everything. Or there would have been if Roman hadn't killed the fun," Seth said. "I'm taking a shower."

He slammed the bathroom door before Roman could say anything. Instead Roman stared at Dean who sat down on one of the beds.

"He's right," Dean fiddled with the hem of his tee to avoid Roman's eyes. "We've both fucked her countless times."
"When she was awake!" Roman yelled. "What you were about to do down there was rape, Dean. Rape! You let that sink in for a second."

Dean let out a loud sob and looked up at Roman.

"I would never..." He started.
"You were about to," Roman sat down next to him. "What is it about Seth that always makes you do what he says? I know you. You wouldn't have done that on your own."
"I owe him everything. When my family threw me out, his family took me in. They didn't treat me like Seth's weird friend. They treated me like a second son. Seth treated me like his brother," Dean said.
"That still doesn't make it right," Roman patted Dean's shoulder. "You're your own man. You get to do what you want in life. And you know what happened down there should never have happened."
"I know," Dean cried. "Fuck!"

Roman placed an arm around Dean's shoulders and pulled him close.

"I get there's a lot of issues between the three of you. A whole past I don't know about. But two wrongs don't make a right," he said.
"Do I tell her what we almost did?" Dean asked.
"That's up to you and your conscience," Roman answered.
"I used to love her. I fucking beat up Seth because of her several times. He beat me up too," Dean said.
"I know," Roman sighed. "But things change. You both changed and she changed. You don't have to become friends but you can't do what you did tonight. Not to her or anyone else for that matter."