WWF Party--Rowan
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She looked into her closet. "Dress nice," she murmured. "Yeah, okay."
Rowan began throwing every dress she owned onto the bed. The short black tank dress, the long red dress, the floral sun dress. "No, no, no," she set her hands on her hips, shaking her head at the clothing on her bed. Then she reached into the back of the closet and pulled out her favourite. It was dark blue, sleeveless, and made of soft chiffon. The neckline was a low cut 'v', the hemline reaching just below her knees, the material skimming perfectly over her body, hugging every curve.
She looked in the full length mirror hanging inside her closet door. Smoothing the material over her body, she smiled. "Perfect," she whispered to herself. She slipped her dark blue sling back heels on her feet, and went into the living room to meet Mark.
"Wow, sis, you look nice," he smiled at her, fidgeting with the collar of his dress shirt. Mark never wore suits, and rarely put on a shirt and tie. But he made the exception in order to attend the WWF party.
"Thank you," Rowan found the dark blue hand bag she had bought to match the dress, slid her money, identification and her lipstick and compact into it. She was ready to go. She got her hip length black leather jacket from the closet, placed it on the arm of the couch, and sat down to wait for Andrew to buzz her apartment.
"You really like Test, don't you?" Mark asked suddenly, wandering over to the chair across from the couch and flopping into it.
"He's nice," she said, looking at him in surprise. 'How could Mark know how I feel about Andrew?' she wondered. 'Am I that obvious?' "He's a good friend."
Mark nodded, looking thoughful. "I'm glad-you need a friend."
Rowan snorted. "I have friends, Mark." She pointed out.
"I know, but he seems to really care about you-he worries about you," his gray eyes drifted, looking out the window.
Her brother sometimes surprised her with his observations, and his perceptiveness. Andrew seemed very worried about her this afternoon, shooting her looks from the corner of his eye.
The buzzer went off on the intercom by the door. Rowan jumped, heart thumping at the thought of seeing Andrew again. She pressed the button. "Hello?"
It was Test who replied. "You've had the rest, time for Test." Then he laughed warmly. "Ready to go?"
"Be right down," Rowan grabbed her jacket and ushered Mark out the door and down the elevator.
"Andrew, this is my brother Mark," she introduced the two men. "Mark, Andrew."
"Good to meet you," he took her brother's hand, shaking it firmly. Even at six feet tall, Mark still had to look up to look Andrew in the eye. 'Man, he's tall,' Mark thought, then his eyes travelled down to the expanse of of Test's shoulders. 'Man, he's huge.'
Rowan took the chance to look Andrew over. He wore a dark blue suit, with a light blue shirt beneath, and a dark blue silk tie. But with it, he still wore his white Nikes, which were now scuffed. His hair was pulled back, revealing his eyebrow piercing, and his goatee had been trimmed. He cleaned up nicely. His eyes were sparkling, accented by the colour of his suit and shirt.
Andrew helped her into the car, actually opening the door for her on the passenger side. Mark climbed into the back seat.
"You look nice," he murmured into her ear, then shut the door.
The party was being held at The Phoenix, a club downtown. Rowan had been there a few times, and it was enormous inside. There were two separate rooms. The first one was enormous, with a dance floor, and two bars. A large television screen hung in one corner, playing old movies as music pounded. A balconey was in that room, holding another bar, and couches with tables for patrons who didn't want to dance. A second room held yet another bar and a dance floor, as well as round tables and chairs. She was impressed that the WWF had rented the entire club for a party.
Shane met them at the door, greeting Mark, and taking Rowan's jacket for her. "Good to see, ya, Andrew," he clasped Andrew's hand, bringing him in for a quick hug. He kissed Rowan's cheek. "You too, Rowan."
Rowan gazed around the packed hallway of the club. She recognized some of the wrestlers from the WWF. The Hardy Boyz and Lita were holding beers, talking intensely as they entered the smaller room. Steve Austin was holding a can of Budweiser in each hand as he stomped into the larger room. The Rock was escorting Trish into the same room. But the blonde woman stopped, smiling warmly at Mark.
"Hey, Mark," She broke away from the Rock, walking towards them. "What are you doing here?"
"Um, I was invited, by Andrew," he nodded at the tall blond man. Rowan was grinning as the blush started below his collar.
Trish turned to Rowan. "I'm Trish," she offered her hand.
"Rowan Dermot," she shook the woman's hand firmly. Andrew seemed uncomfortable, shifting his weight on his feet.
Trish looked at him, her smile faltering slightly. "Friend of yours, Drew?" she asked.
"We met at Vengeance," he seemed to bristle, his voice hardening. "And you know I hate it when you call me Drew."
Rowan put her hand on his arm, feeling how tense his muscles were. His eyes were hard, narrowed slightly, moving between the Rock and Trish. "If you'll excuse me, Shane wanted to talk to me in private."
And he left Mark and Rowan with Trish and The Rock, pulling Shane away, into the coat room.
Rowan watched him go, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Andrew seemed really upset around Trish. "If you'll excuse, I think I'll get a drink," she nodded at Trish and the Rock, squeezed her brother's arm, and walked briskly into the large room.
She ordered a Southern and Cran, then wandered through the room, people watching. She recognized some more wrestlers, and finally came across Andrew, who was still deep in conversation with Shane.
"Hey," she touched his arm. He turned, smiling at her, his eyes lighting up.
"Shane has a proposition for you," he told her, his arm making it's way across her shoulders.
"I'm not that kind of girl," Rowan replied, grinning mischeviously.
Shane laughed, brown eyes lighting up. "Not that kind of proposition," he told her. "I want you to be a special ring announcer at Wrestlemania eighteen."
Her jaw dropped. An announcer? For the WWF? "Are you serious?" she gasped.
"Very serious," Shane told her. "I want you to announce the match between Test and the Rock."
"I-I don't know what to say," she stammered. Andrew's mouth was close to her ear, she could feel his breath dance across the sensitized lobe, ruffling a few strands of her hair.
"Say yes," he whispered.
"Um, yes?" she said, shivering from the close proximity of his lips.
Shane grinned. He wanted Rowan to work for the WWF, he wanted her to be part of the team. As much for Andrew as for herself. She needed something to keep her occupied, to keep her from thinking about her fiance. "Good, we'll discuss the specifics tomorrow at the SkyDome. For now, enjoy the party." He looked up, seeing his father talking to Ric. "Excuse me, I have some business to attend to."
Rowan looked up at Andrew, who tightened his arm on her shoulders. "So that's what you and Shane were conferring about in the coat room?" she asked with a smile.
"That, among other things," a muscle in his jaw twitched. Then he smiled, his eyes lighting up at the song playing. Bryan Adams' "Please Forgive Me". "Want to dance?"
Rowan's heart skipped beat. Dance? With Andrew? She nodded, letting him lead her to the dance floor. He took her in his arms, holding her skillfully, leading her through the slow dance. Rowan sighed, resting her head on his chest. She felt his arms tighten around her, and she leaned into him, enjoying his warm, solid frame against hers. She felt safe.
WWF Party--Test
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Andrew looked at himself in the mirror. Dark blue suit, light blue shirt. "Tie, tie, tie," he mumbled to himself, searching through the hotel room closet. "Aha!" He pulled his favourite tie off the shelf, dark blue silk. He slid his suffed white Nikes onto his feet. Examining the final product, he smiled in satisfaction. He looked good when he cleaned up.
Andrew got into his rented car, debating whether or not to pick up some flowers for Rowan on the way over to her apartment. 'To presumptuous,' he thought, driving through Toronto, towards the apartment building in the suburbs. He pulled up in front of the building, getting out of the car, and entering the entranceway.
He found 'Dermot, Rowan' on the buzzers and hit the button.
Her voice came over the speaker. "Hello?"
Andrew slipped into his Test voice. "You've had the rest, now it's time for Test." He groaned inwardly, knowing he sounded like a geek. He covered up his embarassment with a laugh. "Ready to go?" He asked.
"Be right down," She told him.
Andrew stood in the entranceway, feeling a little awkward. Sometimes his size made him feel rather conspicuous, and a small, gray haired woman stared blatantly at him as she let herself into the building.
Then she appeared, looking like a vision. Her hair was long and loose, flowing in glossy raven waves past the middle of her back. She had on a hip length, tailored black leather jacket, so he could only see the dark blue knee length skirt of the dress she wore. It showed off shapely calves, showcased by her sling back heels, the same colour as the dress. She was smiling at him, and he shook himself out of his reverie.
"Andrew, this is my brother Mark," she introduced the two men. "Mark, Andrew."
"Good to meet you," he took her brother's hand, shaking it firmly. He was tall, probably about six feet, and built. He looked like a sparrer, perhaps he was involved in martial arts. Andrew noticed the shorter man sizing him up, so he did the same. Mark had wavy black hair like his sister, cut so it brushed his collar and fell across his forehead. His gray eyes were a different shape, but the same colour as Rowan's.
Andrew helped her into the car, opening the door for her on the passenger side. Mark climbed into the back seat.
"You look nice," he murmured into her ear, wanting to say more, but not sure as to what to actually say.
The party was being held at The Phoenix, a club downtown. Andrew had been there once when he was visiting his family in Whitby. He remembered how huge it was, and was surprised that the McMahons had rented the entire club. It must have cost them a mint.
Shane met them at the door, greeting Mark, and taking Rowan's jacket for her. "Good to see, ya, Andrew," he clasped Andrew's hand, bringing him in for a quick hug. He kissed Rowan's cheek. "You too, Rowan."
Andrew looked around, seeing Trish and the Rock. He stifled a groan. All he needed was those two seeing him with Rowan. But he had known they'd be there, so he had taken that chance himself. His brief relationship with Trish had been over six months ago. She had left him for Dwaine, following along with the story line. Trish had a hard time discerning between story line relationships and real relationships, he had realized a little too late, after she broke his heart.
"Hey, Mark," She broke away from the Rock, walking towards them. "What are you doing here?"
Andrew looked quickly to Rowan's brother. Trish remembered him from Fan Axxess? That was new. Trish never remembered any of her fans.
"Um, I was invited, by Andrew," he nodded at Andrew, who noticed the younger man was beginning to blush. Trish had worked her charms again. Dwaine was standing to the side, his nostrils flaring in jealousy.
Trish turned to Rowan. "I'm Trish," she offered her hand.
"Rowan Dermot," she shook the woman's hand firmly.
He wasn't liking where this was going. Trish never did anything without a selfish reason.
Trish looked at him, her smile faltering slightly. "Friend of yours, Drew?" she asked.
"We met at Vengeance," he bristled, hardening his voice. "And you know I hate it when you call me Drew."
He felt Rowan's hand on his arm, and he felt his muscles twitching with the tension in his body. He could feel her concerned gaze on him. He looked at Trish, his gaze flickering to Rowan. "If you'll excuse me, Shane wanted to talk to me in private."
And he left Mark and Rowan with Trish and The Rock, pulling Shane away, into the coat room.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Andrew's voice was harsher than he had intended, and his friend rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Calm down, Andrew," Shane told him, brown eyes showing concern. "Trish and Dwaine need lives, they'll be told to leave you alone outside of work."
Andrew shook his head. "Don't do that, Shane," he said. "I don't want to look like the McMahons kiss ass."
Shane sighed. "What would you like me to do?"
Andrew shrugged. He wasn't sure. Maybe he should take of this himself. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Shane?" he repeated.
The Boy Wonder grinned. "I want Rowan to work for the WWF," he told the tall blond man. "I want to make her the guest announcer for your match against The Rock at Wrestlemania."
Andrew did a double take. "You what?"
"You heard me, man, I want Rowan in the WWF," Shane spoke slowly, his eyes lighting up in excitement. "She has the voice, the attitude and the looks."
He nodded, his voice low. "That's for sure."
"What do you think?" Shane asked.
"I think it's a great idea," Andrew told him, blue eyes clouded. "I just hope she accepts."
"She will," Shane assured him, leading his friend out to the large room of the club.
Andrew looked around the room for Rowan, not seeing her anywhere. Then a hand touched his arm.
"Hey," she said quietly. He turned, smiling at her, his eyes lighting up.
"Shane has a proposition for you," he told her, his arm making it's way across her shoulders.
"I'm not that kind of girl," Rowan replied, grinning mischeviously.
Shane laughed, brown eyes lighting up. "Not that kind of proposition," he told her. "I want you to be a special ring announcer at Wrestlemania eighteen."
Her jaw dropped. "Are you serious?" she gasped.
"Very serious," Shane told her. "I want you to announce the match between Test and the Rock."
"I-I don't know what to say," she stammered. Andrew pressed his mouth close to her ear. "Say yes," he whispered.
"Um, yes?" she said, a shiver moving through her body, at which he bit back a grin of satisfaction.
Shane grinned. He wanted Rowan to work for the WWF, he wanted her to be part of the team. As much for Andrew as for herself. She needed something to keep her occupied, to keep her from thinking about her fiance. "Good, we'll discuss the specifics tomorrow at the SkyDome. For now, enjoy the party." He looked up, seeing his father talking to Ric. "Excuse me, I have some business to attend to."
Rowan looked up at Andrew. He smiled down at her, looking into her wide gray eyes.
"So that's what you and Shane were conferring about in the coat room?" she asked with a smile.
"That, among other things," a muscle in his jaw twitched, thinking about Shane's offer to get Trish and Dwaine off his back. He saw her worried look, so he smiled. Then he heard one of his favourite songs by one of his favourite Canadian artists. Bryan Adams was huskily singing "Please Forgive Me". "Want to dance?" he asked, looking down at Rowan with his dark blue eyes.
She nodded, and Andrew led her to the dance floor. He took her in his arms, leading the way on the dance floor. He hoped she couldn't hear the pounding of his heart. He heard Rowan sigh, nestling her head into his chest. He tightened his arms around her, wanting nothing more than to never let her go.
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She looked into her closet. "Dress nice," she murmured. "Yeah, okay."
Rowan began throwing every dress she owned onto the bed. The short black tank dress, the long red dress, the floral sun dress. "No, no, no," she set her hands on her hips, shaking her head at the clothing on her bed. Then she reached into the back of the closet and pulled out her favourite. It was dark blue, sleeveless, and made of soft chiffon. The neckline was a low cut 'v', the hemline reaching just below her knees, the material skimming perfectly over her body, hugging every curve.
She looked in the full length mirror hanging inside her closet door. Smoothing the material over her body, she smiled. "Perfect," she whispered to herself. She slipped her dark blue sling back heels on her feet, and went into the living room to meet Mark.
"Wow, sis, you look nice," he smiled at her, fidgeting with the collar of his dress shirt. Mark never wore suits, and rarely put on a shirt and tie. But he made the exception in order to attend the WWF party.
"Thank you," Rowan found the dark blue hand bag she had bought to match the dress, slid her money, identification and her lipstick and compact into it. She was ready to go. She got her hip length black leather jacket from the closet, placed it on the arm of the couch, and sat down to wait for Andrew to buzz her apartment.
"You really like Test, don't you?" Mark asked suddenly, wandering over to the chair across from the couch and flopping into it.
"He's nice," she said, looking at him in surprise. 'How could Mark know how I feel about Andrew?' she wondered. 'Am I that obvious?' "He's a good friend."
Mark nodded, looking thoughful. "I'm glad-you need a friend."
Rowan snorted. "I have friends, Mark." She pointed out.
"I know, but he seems to really care about you-he worries about you," his gray eyes drifted, looking out the window.
Her brother sometimes surprised her with his observations, and his perceptiveness. Andrew seemed very worried about her this afternoon, shooting her looks from the corner of his eye.
The buzzer went off on the intercom by the door. Rowan jumped, heart thumping at the thought of seeing Andrew again. She pressed the button. "Hello?"
It was Test who replied. "You've had the rest, time for Test." Then he laughed warmly. "Ready to go?"
"Be right down," Rowan grabbed her jacket and ushered Mark out the door and down the elevator.
"Andrew, this is my brother Mark," she introduced the two men. "Mark, Andrew."
"Good to meet you," he took her brother's hand, shaking it firmly. Even at six feet tall, Mark still had to look up to look Andrew in the eye. 'Man, he's tall,' Mark thought, then his eyes travelled down to the expanse of of Test's shoulders. 'Man, he's huge.'
Rowan took the chance to look Andrew over. He wore a dark blue suit, with a light blue shirt beneath, and a dark blue silk tie. But with it, he still wore his white Nikes, which were now scuffed. His hair was pulled back, revealing his eyebrow piercing, and his goatee had been trimmed. He cleaned up nicely. His eyes were sparkling, accented by the colour of his suit and shirt.
Andrew helped her into the car, actually opening the door for her on the passenger side. Mark climbed into the back seat.
"You look nice," he murmured into her ear, then shut the door.
The party was being held at The Phoenix, a club downtown. Rowan had been there a few times, and it was enormous inside. There were two separate rooms. The first one was enormous, with a dance floor, and two bars. A large television screen hung in one corner, playing old movies as music pounded. A balconey was in that room, holding another bar, and couches with tables for patrons who didn't want to dance. A second room held yet another bar and a dance floor, as well as round tables and chairs. She was impressed that the WWF had rented the entire club for a party.
Shane met them at the door, greeting Mark, and taking Rowan's jacket for her. "Good to see, ya, Andrew," he clasped Andrew's hand, bringing him in for a quick hug. He kissed Rowan's cheek. "You too, Rowan."
Rowan gazed around the packed hallway of the club. She recognized some of the wrestlers from the WWF. The Hardy Boyz and Lita were holding beers, talking intensely as they entered the smaller room. Steve Austin was holding a can of Budweiser in each hand as he stomped into the larger room. The Rock was escorting Trish into the same room. But the blonde woman stopped, smiling warmly at Mark.
"Hey, Mark," She broke away from the Rock, walking towards them. "What are you doing here?"
"Um, I was invited, by Andrew," he nodded at the tall blond man. Rowan was grinning as the blush started below his collar.
Trish turned to Rowan. "I'm Trish," she offered her hand.
"Rowan Dermot," she shook the woman's hand firmly. Andrew seemed uncomfortable, shifting his weight on his feet.
Trish looked at him, her smile faltering slightly. "Friend of yours, Drew?" she asked.
"We met at Vengeance," he seemed to bristle, his voice hardening. "And you know I hate it when you call me Drew."
Rowan put her hand on his arm, feeling how tense his muscles were. His eyes were hard, narrowed slightly, moving between the Rock and Trish. "If you'll excuse me, Shane wanted to talk to me in private."
And he left Mark and Rowan with Trish and The Rock, pulling Shane away, into the coat room.
Rowan watched him go, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Andrew seemed really upset around Trish. "If you'll excuse, I think I'll get a drink," she nodded at Trish and the Rock, squeezed her brother's arm, and walked briskly into the large room.
She ordered a Southern and Cran, then wandered through the room, people watching. She recognized some more wrestlers, and finally came across Andrew, who was still deep in conversation with Shane.
"Hey," she touched his arm. He turned, smiling at her, his eyes lighting up.
"Shane has a proposition for you," he told her, his arm making it's way across her shoulders.
"I'm not that kind of girl," Rowan replied, grinning mischeviously.
Shane laughed, brown eyes lighting up. "Not that kind of proposition," he told her. "I want you to be a special ring announcer at Wrestlemania eighteen."
Her jaw dropped. An announcer? For the WWF? "Are you serious?" she gasped.
"Very serious," Shane told her. "I want you to announce the match between Test and the Rock."
"I-I don't know what to say," she stammered. Andrew's mouth was close to her ear, she could feel his breath dance across the sensitized lobe, ruffling a few strands of her hair.
"Say yes," he whispered.
"Um, yes?" she said, shivering from the close proximity of his lips.
Shane grinned. He wanted Rowan to work for the WWF, he wanted her to be part of the team. As much for Andrew as for herself. She needed something to keep her occupied, to keep her from thinking about her fiance. "Good, we'll discuss the specifics tomorrow at the SkyDome. For now, enjoy the party." He looked up, seeing his father talking to Ric. "Excuse me, I have some business to attend to."
Rowan looked up at Andrew, who tightened his arm on her shoulders. "So that's what you and Shane were conferring about in the coat room?" she asked with a smile.
"That, among other things," a muscle in his jaw twitched. Then he smiled, his eyes lighting up at the song playing. Bryan Adams' "Please Forgive Me". "Want to dance?"
Rowan's heart skipped beat. Dance? With Andrew? She nodded, letting him lead her to the dance floor. He took her in his arms, holding her skillfully, leading her through the slow dance. Rowan sighed, resting her head on his chest. She felt his arms tighten around her, and she leaned into him, enjoying his warm, solid frame against hers. She felt safe.
WWF Party--Test
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Andrew looked at himself in the mirror. Dark blue suit, light blue shirt. "Tie, tie, tie," he mumbled to himself, searching through the hotel room closet. "Aha!" He pulled his favourite tie off the shelf, dark blue silk. He slid his suffed white Nikes onto his feet. Examining the final product, he smiled in satisfaction. He looked good when he cleaned up.
Andrew got into his rented car, debating whether or not to pick up some flowers for Rowan on the way over to her apartment. 'To presumptuous,' he thought, driving through Toronto, towards the apartment building in the suburbs. He pulled up in front of the building, getting out of the car, and entering the entranceway.
He found 'Dermot, Rowan' on the buzzers and hit the button.
Her voice came over the speaker. "Hello?"
Andrew slipped into his Test voice. "You've had the rest, now it's time for Test." He groaned inwardly, knowing he sounded like a geek. He covered up his embarassment with a laugh. "Ready to go?" He asked.
"Be right down," She told him.
Andrew stood in the entranceway, feeling a little awkward. Sometimes his size made him feel rather conspicuous, and a small, gray haired woman stared blatantly at him as she let herself into the building.
Then she appeared, looking like a vision. Her hair was long and loose, flowing in glossy raven waves past the middle of her back. She had on a hip length, tailored black leather jacket, so he could only see the dark blue knee length skirt of the dress she wore. It showed off shapely calves, showcased by her sling back heels, the same colour as the dress. She was smiling at him, and he shook himself out of his reverie.
"Andrew, this is my brother Mark," she introduced the two men. "Mark, Andrew."
"Good to meet you," he took her brother's hand, shaking it firmly. He was tall, probably about six feet, and built. He looked like a sparrer, perhaps he was involved in martial arts. Andrew noticed the shorter man sizing him up, so he did the same. Mark had wavy black hair like his sister, cut so it brushed his collar and fell across his forehead. His gray eyes were a different shape, but the same colour as Rowan's.
Andrew helped her into the car, opening the door for her on the passenger side. Mark climbed into the back seat.
"You look nice," he murmured into her ear, wanting to say more, but not sure as to what to actually say.
The party was being held at The Phoenix, a club downtown. Andrew had been there once when he was visiting his family in Whitby. He remembered how huge it was, and was surprised that the McMahons had rented the entire club. It must have cost them a mint.
Shane met them at the door, greeting Mark, and taking Rowan's jacket for her. "Good to see, ya, Andrew," he clasped Andrew's hand, bringing him in for a quick hug. He kissed Rowan's cheek. "You too, Rowan."
Andrew looked around, seeing Trish and the Rock. He stifled a groan. All he needed was those two seeing him with Rowan. But he had known they'd be there, so he had taken that chance himself. His brief relationship with Trish had been over six months ago. She had left him for Dwaine, following along with the story line. Trish had a hard time discerning between story line relationships and real relationships, he had realized a little too late, after she broke his heart.
"Hey, Mark," She broke away from the Rock, walking towards them. "What are you doing here?"
Andrew looked quickly to Rowan's brother. Trish remembered him from Fan Axxess? That was new. Trish never remembered any of her fans.
"Um, I was invited, by Andrew," he nodded at Andrew, who noticed the younger man was beginning to blush. Trish had worked her charms again. Dwaine was standing to the side, his nostrils flaring in jealousy.
Trish turned to Rowan. "I'm Trish," she offered her hand.
"Rowan Dermot," she shook the woman's hand firmly.
He wasn't liking where this was going. Trish never did anything without a selfish reason.
Trish looked at him, her smile faltering slightly. "Friend of yours, Drew?" she asked.
"We met at Vengeance," he bristled, hardening his voice. "And you know I hate it when you call me Drew."
He felt Rowan's hand on his arm, and he felt his muscles twitching with the tension in his body. He could feel her concerned gaze on him. He looked at Trish, his gaze flickering to Rowan. "If you'll excuse me, Shane wanted to talk to me in private."
And he left Mark and Rowan with Trish and The Rock, pulling Shane away, into the coat room.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Andrew's voice was harsher than he had intended, and his friend rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Calm down, Andrew," Shane told him, brown eyes showing concern. "Trish and Dwaine need lives, they'll be told to leave you alone outside of work."
Andrew shook his head. "Don't do that, Shane," he said. "I don't want to look like the McMahons kiss ass."
Shane sighed. "What would you like me to do?"
Andrew shrugged. He wasn't sure. Maybe he should take of this himself. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Shane?" he repeated.
The Boy Wonder grinned. "I want Rowan to work for the WWF," he told the tall blond man. "I want to make her the guest announcer for your match against The Rock at Wrestlemania."
Andrew did a double take. "You what?"
"You heard me, man, I want Rowan in the WWF," Shane spoke slowly, his eyes lighting up in excitement. "She has the voice, the attitude and the looks."
He nodded, his voice low. "That's for sure."
"What do you think?" Shane asked.
"I think it's a great idea," Andrew told him, blue eyes clouded. "I just hope she accepts."
"She will," Shane assured him, leading his friend out to the large room of the club.
Andrew looked around the room for Rowan, not seeing her anywhere. Then a hand touched his arm.
"Hey," she said quietly. He turned, smiling at her, his eyes lighting up.
"Shane has a proposition for you," he told her, his arm making it's way across her shoulders.
"I'm not that kind of girl," Rowan replied, grinning mischeviously.
Shane laughed, brown eyes lighting up. "Not that kind of proposition," he told her. "I want you to be a special ring announcer at Wrestlemania eighteen."
Her jaw dropped. "Are you serious?" she gasped.
"Very serious," Shane told her. "I want you to announce the match between Test and the Rock."
"I-I don't know what to say," she stammered. Andrew pressed his mouth close to her ear. "Say yes," he whispered.
"Um, yes?" she said, a shiver moving through her body, at which he bit back a grin of satisfaction.
Shane grinned. He wanted Rowan to work for the WWF, he wanted her to be part of the team. As much for Andrew as for herself. She needed something to keep her occupied, to keep her from thinking about her fiance. "Good, we'll discuss the specifics tomorrow at the SkyDome. For now, enjoy the party." He looked up, seeing his father talking to Ric. "Excuse me, I have some business to attend to."
Rowan looked up at Andrew. He smiled down at her, looking into her wide gray eyes.
"So that's what you and Shane were conferring about in the coat room?" she asked with a smile.
"That, among other things," a muscle in his jaw twitched, thinking about Shane's offer to get Trish and Dwaine off his back. He saw her worried look, so he smiled. Then he heard one of his favourite songs by one of his favourite Canadian artists. Bryan Adams was huskily singing "Please Forgive Me". "Want to dance?" he asked, looking down at Rowan with his dark blue eyes.
She nodded, and Andrew led her to the dance floor. He took her in his arms, leading the way on the dance floor. He hoped she couldn't hear the pounding of his heart. He heard Rowan sigh, nestling her head into his chest. He tightened his arms around her, wanting nothing more than to never let her go.
