A/N: I know I've got it reversed here with the older woman and the younger man. I think it has erotic appeal in itself. A lot of younger guys are attracted to older women all the time and I'm taking a chance with it not being a Diva he meets too. It makes it feel more like the average woman has a chance with a superstar. Hey us older chicks can be erotic too. Thank you for all the reviews and stuff. Give it some time. The good stuff will come out and you won't even realize it's an older woman and a younger man here. If I'm good with my details you'll just imagine it's you and Dean Ambrose together. Hey! Enjoy the story and feel free to leave more comments, critiques, feedback, reviews or just plane ideas.

No, I didn't say that out loud. She was over by the bar and I was a bit away from her. So, if she heard me, she'd probably have to have bionic ears to hear over the noise and music playing. Now, Miss Red and beautiful are passing my direction. I kept quiet not wanting to freak her out by thinking some random douche was trying to hit on her in a bar of all things.

Julie: "This drink tastes like adult Kool-Aid. You'd never know there was any alcohol in it."

Jenna: "Yeah. That's the kind you have to watch out for cuz it'll hit you hard. Why do you think sweet drinks have names like "Adios" and "Hurricane"? Cuz they will run you over like a Hurricane and make you say "Adios" to your sobriety."

Julie: "This is Vegas. How many sober people to do you know come here and not want to get drunk?"

Jenna: "They do exist. Let's see recovering alcoholics for one. People who don't like to drink like Punk and his little Straight Edge friends he hangs out with. How about elderly people on medication? They can't drink."

Julie: "All right, I get the picture. Relax, have some more."

She passes the cup back to me and I start laughing.

Jenna: "Ooh, The Walking Dead. I have to try that machine."

Julie: "All right, I'm going to go over here and play Grease."

Jenna: "OK. Good luck."

Julie: "You too."

She goes to her favorite machine and leaves Jenna with the big tall drink. Now, my beautiful seems to be having some good luck with her favorite The Walking Dead slot machine here. So, I decide I'm going to be bold. I've had a couple Jack and cokes and I'm feeling braver then I was earlier when they had just walked by me. I'm not usually the type who makes the first move. But, I've decided to make an exception for her. Suddenly, she gives an excited "Whoo" as she hits a large jack pot on the machine.

Dean: "Nice work, darling. You got the Daryl Dixon jackpot."

Jenna: "Thank you. This will pay off my trip here plus some."

"That's a good thing when you get a little extra like that."

Jenna: "Oh yeah. I could use the little extra too."

"My name is Jon."

I offer my hand to her in a polite hand shake. She hasn't looked up to see my face or recognize my voice as Dean Ambrose yet. I'm playing off the fact that she's just treating me like a human and not getting all "Oh my God" over my staus.

Jenna: "Hello Jon. My name is Jenna."

She shakes my hand and looks up to make eye contact finally. She does the double take and finally the light goes off in her head and she makes the connection.

Jenna: "You're Dean Ambrose."

Dean: "Guilty as charged. I was enjoying a rare moment of human conversation with someone outside of work."

Jenna: "Oh don't worry. We're still having a human conversation. I just realized where I'd seen your face before."

Dean: "It's cool. I don't mind that you recognize me from earlier tonight in the ring. That's why I do what I do. So I can attract beautiful women's attention."

Jenna starts laughing. That was the last reaction I expected. Suddenly, I had a whole other out-look on what our future held. She needed to be trained to be mine. I could think of so many different ways to keep her in line if she decided to just laugh in my face like that again. I'm not a violent man. I'd never strike a woman in public other than the usual horse play that guys and girls do together. My mother raised a gentlemen who treated women with respect, but I have a dark side and it's a fun dark side. Just ask any one of my others.

Jenna: "Was that a cheesy pick up line?"

Dean: "No. I don't use cheesy pick- up lines. I do use the WWE to attract beautiful women. It's a perk when you've been in the business as long as I have."

Suddenly, her phone buzzes off in her pocket and she damn near jumps out of her seat.

Jenna: "She picks a quiet time when the game isn't making any noise to vibrate my leg."

Dean: "Go ahead and answer her. It's all right."

Jenna: "Thank you, I think I will answer my own phone."

She smiles at me to let me know she's just being smart. I like them feisty like that. This will be my first older woman though. I know she's got to be in her early 30's late 20's. That makes me feel even more powerful. She has no idea the kind of man that hides behind the blue eyes.

Jenna: "It's my best friend Julie. We're here in Vegas together. She's over there by the Amazon Fishing game."

She points to the flaming red head that I nick named "Miss Red" at the bar.

Dean: "That's very safe. You shouldn't be in a place like this by yourself. It's dangerous around here."

Jenna: "Yeah, if you're a stupid drunk ass bitch who's not paying attention to things. It can get real ugly real quick. I know my limits and I know how to keep an eye on my money and not bring huge attention to my wins. I don't go anywhere alone."

Dean: "Good girl."

Jenna: "I'm 38 years old. This isn't my first rodeo."

Dean: "Oh wow. I didn't see that one coming. I'm 28. We're 10 years apart."

Jenna: "I know. I figured that one out for myself. Oh Lord, Julie is texting a hole in my leg."

Dean: "And what is Miss Julie saying that is so important?"

Jenna: "Well, first she had to fan girl out on me and say "That's Dean fucking Ambrose" to which I replied "No, you don't say. I thought it was Roman Reigns." Then she gave me a "Ha ha funny" and said she'd come over here. Besides, I have custody of the shared drink."

Of which she takes a long drink from obviously using the alcohol to relieve any awkward feelings she may have. I could see the pink content in the clear plastic glass was half way gone. So, either she's a big drinker or Julie did a number before leaving it with her. Either way this was going to be an easy sell to get her to become mine. She has no idea what's going through my mind.

Dean: "Wow, you've put a good dent in that."

Jenna: "Oh no. Julie has been helping me. There's no way I could drink all that by myself I'd be in trouble."

Dean: "I'm a Jack and coke or beer guy. I've been drinking Jack and Coke tonight."

Jenna: "I like drinking that too. The only thing I can't really drink is beer. I don't like the taste of it and I can't drink Apple anything. I got sick of Green Apple puckers when I was in college and it's never been the same since."

At this point, Miss Red shows up.

Julie: "Hey girl, you disappeared with our drink."

Jenna: "Dude, you knew where I was. Jon, I'd like for you to meet Julie. Julie, this is my friend Jon."

She holds out her hand.

Julie: "Hello Jon. It's a pleasure to meet you face to face finally. I've watched Dean Ambrose out there in the ring forever it feels like."

Dean: "It's all right to call me, Dean. I don't get mad."

Julie: "You introduced yourself as Jon so that's what I will call you outside of WWE Events. Come Summer Slam you become Dean Ambrose again."

Dean: "You've got yourself a deal, Darling."

Jenna starts laughing again. This time I know she's laughing because of some WWE related memory that's flooding back to her with every use of "Darling" in a sentence. I can't help if they scripted one of the words I actually call people in real life. At least I'm not calling her Miss Red right?

Julie: "Wow, he actually talks that way."

Dean: "To an extent. I leave the mouthy side of Ambrose behind those double doors when I hit the parking lot. I've experienced too many colorful situations when I let that side fly and let's just say the WWE suits wouldn't be happy with me."

Jenna: "You're secrets are safe here."