After Christy changed into a tight, short black dress, and black slip ons, along with doing her hair and make-up, she was out the door, to her car, and inside the club before she knew it.

The club indeed was full of TNA stars. Looking around, Christy saw The Beautiful People, Sonjay Dutt, So Cal Val, Lance Hoyt, Jimmy Rave, Samoa Joe, and even the main event mafia was out having a good time. Deciding that it really was a good idea to come out tonight, she smiled and hopped on over to the bar. Taking a seat on a stool, she ordered a apple martini, and looked around as she waited. She immediately spotted Traci, making out with her boyfriend, Frankie Kazarian. She saw Velvet Sky, Angelina Love, and Madison Rayne dancing all up top one another, dozens of eyes on them. She giggled as she watched Samoa Joe and Jay Lethal stare at Taylor Wilde's ass as she danced with some guy. Smiling, Christy then watched as Sonjay and Val slow danced, holding each other close, even though 'Chelsea' by Stefy wasn't exactly a typical slow dance song.

Quickly though, Christy's smile faded as she saw step through the doors, Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin. She groaned before taking her drink from the bartender, who had been holding it out to her, and taking a small sip. Then, as Chris's eyes fell on her, and both boys began making their way over to her, she chugged the whole glass, then returned it to the bartender, asking for a refill.

"Hey there, sweetcheeks," Chris grinned at Christy as he took a seat on the bar stool to the left of her, his grin widening as she groaned.

"Why must you sit with me, Chris?" she asked, irritated, as Alex took a seat on the other side of her.

"Cause your my girlfriend, babe!" he said as if it were actually true.

"No, I'm not," Christy sighed, smiling briefly at the bartender as she took her drink from him.

"Your just in denial," he said, then before she could speak, "Whatca drinkin'?"

"Apple martini," she said, turning so her back was to him, and she was facing Alex, who she gave a friendly smile, too.

"Psh, you need some beer!" Chris smirked, ignoring the fact she was no longer looking at him. As the bartender walked by, Chris ordered three beers.

"I don't want a beer, Chris," Christy sighed, taking a sip of her martini.

"Yeah, Christina, ya do," he said, thanking the bartender when he pushed three bottles of Coors Light beers over to the trio. Sliding one down to Alex, Chris grinned. He nudged Christy in the side with one of the bottles a few times before she turned to face him.

"I already told you, I don't want one. I'm perfectly happy drinking my martini," she pushed some red hair out of her face before chugging down the rest of her glass.

"Good your done!" Chris smirked, snatching the glass out of Christy's hand and setting it on the other side of him, away from her. He popped the top off of a beer bottle, and then set it in front of Christy.

"You really don't know when to quit, do you?" the knockout couldn't help but smile at his persistence.

"No, I really don't. Now drink up, Christina!" he smirked before taking his own bottle in his hands and popping the top before taking a long drink.

"Your lucky the only way I can tolerate being with you is if I'm drunk...Joshua," she said, using Chris's birth name, before taking the bottle and taking a small sip.

Alex found that quite funny, and he started bursting out laughing. "Dude, she just called you Joshua! That's your real name!"

"No, shit, Patrick," Chris rolled his eyes as he took another drink from his beer.

Alex stopped laughing almost immediately and quietly picked up his own beer bottle and sipped from it.

"So, Christy, you ever played I Never?" Chris smirked at her, taking another long drink of his beer.

The redhead shook her head, as well taking a long drink. "Nope."

The sandy haired man smirked. "Well, we're gonna teach ya."

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Two bottles of vodka later, miss Hemme was considerably drunk. While the boys were only borderline tipsy. But, that didn't stop them from playing. After moving from the bar to a table in the back of the bar and grabbing another bottle of vodka, as well as their glass, they started up a new round.

"Okay," Christy giggled, holding onto her full glass. "I never... had sex with a blowup doll."

Chris and Christy watched as Alex chugged down his glass, then Chris shook his head and spoke. "How can you do that, dude..." he laughed as he watched Alex fill his glass back up and then shrug.

"When your desperate, you'll do anything," he shrugged again before talking again. "I never had fantasies about a friend of the family."

Slowly, all three superstars chugged down their glasses. Then Chris sighed. "We are sick, sick people. Who did you all think about?" he asked.

"My dad's best friend's wife," Alex said. "She was fine as hell."

"I fantasized about my mom's friend. He was a model, and damn!" She laughed.

Chris shook his head, smiling. "That's weak. I had so many wet dreams about my grandpa's girlfriend," he admitted.

"Oh my god, ew!" Christy cackled, her red hair a mess. "That is, like, so gross."

Chris shrugged innocently. "We wanna seduce who we wanna seduce." He then cleared his throat. "I never had a one night stand with someone on the roster."

Everyone drank at that one. Then they all were forced to share with whom.

"Traci Brooks," Chris said honestly. "What knockout'd you bang, Alex? Or, was it a superstar...?"

Alex smirked proudly and looked behind him to the three sexiest and most self centered knockouts in TNA. "I am very honored to inform you guys, that I got lucky with miss Angelina Love."

"Dude! How'd you get her in bed?!" Chris exclaimed, as Christy played with her hair, giggling.

Alex sighed, as if talking about it was a bother, when everyone knew he was more then happy to talk about it. "Oh, I have my ways...." he said, then when his partner gave him a questioning look, he sighed and said, "That Jared dude from Saving Abel had just dumped her and I just happened to be there to comfort her and... well, you can guess what happen next."

"Very nice, nonetheless. How about you, Miss Hemme? What lucky superstar got you?" Chris asked, the alcohol obviously getting to him if he was being somewhat nice to Christy.

Christy continued playing with her hair as she bit her lip, and giggled. "Promise you won't laugh?" she asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Samoa Joe."

"Wow..." Alex blinked. "How did he manage to get you?"

Christy giggled. "Oh I don't remember. He was good though." She said, and then quickly added, "I have to pee-pee."

Still giggling, the drunken knockout scooted off the edge of the seat and almost tripped over her feet on her way to the bathrooms not to far back from the table she had sat at with the boys.

"Hey, pretty lady," Christy turned around as she heard someone talking in her direction. She quickly spotted a man not to far away from her. He had long, shoulder length, thick, greasy black hair. He had a lip ring, a nose ring, and his eyebrows pierced. The man had on ripped jeans, and a white wife beater, and was wearing black motorcycle boots on his feet.

Normally, Christy would have just kept on walking if someone like him had called after her, but in her drunk state of mind, she giggled and waved at him. "Hi there!"

Smirking, the man approached her. "Hey, pretty lady," he repeated. "You here alone?"

"No! I'm here with some peeps I work with!" she said, happily.

"Mhm," the man nodded, still smirking, and ran his gross hand down Christy's bare shoulders. "You think they'd mind if you disappeared with me?"

While she was drunk, Christy still had some sense, and she knew what this guy wanted, and she wasn't about to let him have it, 'it' being her. "Um, actually, I don't think they'd like that very much...sorry."

As the knockout tried to disappear into the bathroom, the man grabbed her shoulders and shoved her into the wall, making her let out a soft groan. "Oh but I think they'd let you stay back here with me for a little while."

Christy wasn't afraid to admit she was scared shitless right then. A greasy, ugly man was trying to get some, and it didn't seem like he was gonna let her go easily.

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Meanwhile...

"I never fantasized about Mrs. Ranger, our 9th grade gym teacher," Chris smirked as both boys chugged down their glasses, remembering their extremely hot teacher from back in high school.

"Hey," Chris said, "What's taking sweetcheeks so long?"

"I know," Alex said. "It takes forever for chicks to piss."

"I'm gonna go see what's taking her so long. The game's more fun with her," Chris said before Alex nodded, and Chris got up and began walking down where Christy had gone.

He froze when he saw a man pressing her into the wall, a scared expression on Christy's face, his face determined, and mere centimeters from hers. Before Chris could think, he stormed over there and shoved the guy hard, so hard he almost fell down.

"Hey, dude, what's your problem?! Can't you see the lady and I were in the middle of something!?" the man, enraged, shouted at Chris.

"Yeah, I don't think so, dude," Chris glared at the man, glancing over at Christy, who still looked scared, but had a hint of a small smile on her face.

"What's your issue? This is none of your damn business!" the man shouted, his voice growing louder.

"Actually, it really is my business!"

"Oh yeah!?"

"Yeah!"

"And just how is it your business?!"

"Cause she's my sweetcheeks, douchebag!" Chris yelled before out of no where, he punched the man square in the jaw, making him fall right to the floor.

Breathing heavily, his face still full of anger, Chris looked over at Christy, who was still standing with her back

pressed close against the wall. A small smile came to his face as he reached an hand out to her. "Well, my on screen sweetcheeks."

Before the redhead could reach over and grab ahold of Chris's hand, everything went black. Christy had fainted.