After their victory at Extreme Rules, The Shield had decided to go out and celebrate. They had invited a few from the locker room and headed down to a local club.

As usual, Seth was buying everybody shots, while Dean sat sipping his whisky. Roman and Paige were hand in hand at the bar, and AJ sat with Dolph Ziggler, Alicia Fox, and Nikki Bella in the booth.

"What about you, Nick?" Nikki asked. "Never sent any risque Snapchats?" The three girls giggled in response, causing the show off to blush a little. AJ glanced over at Dean, who was busy staring into the bottom of his glass. She couldn't help but wonder what was getting the lunatic fringe down.

A few yells were heard, distracting the four from their conversation, as a group of rowdy men entered the club. Alicia looked them all up and down, before sighing and cocking her head to the side. "No good eye candy here." She tutted, sipping her drink.

"What about Ambrose?" Nikki interjected, causing AJ to glare at the former diva's champion. The black widow tried to ignore the feelings of jealousy that stirred in her stomach.

"We bring drinks!" Paige sang as her and Roman approached the table, two trays of drinks in hand. Dean and Seth followed behind, taking a seat next to each other.

AJ reached over and took a vodka coke, and began sipping it slowly. The brunette wanted to take it slow tonight.

It wasn't long until the group had drank all of the drinks that Roman and Paige had bought. When Roman offered to get more, AJ shook her head. "My turn." She said with a smile, standing up.

"I'll come with." Nikki grinned, jumping up. The two girls headed to the bar, AJ feeling tiny in comparison to the taller diva, who stood an extra 5 inches taller thanks to her heels.

"Nikki, how did you know that you and John..." She trailed off.

"Wanted to be together?" The Bella finished, receiving a nod from AJ. "You just... know. I mean, even though he had a wife when we first met, we were inseparable. You know?" Nikki was smiling from ear to ear, her cheeks almost matching her blood red lipstick. "Who have you got your eye on?" She gasped.

"Nobody." AJ quickly lied, causing Nikki too tut and shake her head, but before she could speak, their conversation was rudely interrupted.

"Hey ladies." An unfamiliar voice slurred. The girls turned to see one of the rowdy men leaning against the bar as he tried to hold himself up straight. "Either of you two beautiful women want a drink?"

"We're fine thank you." Nikki answered, turning away.

"And you?" The male asked, his eyes glazed over as he moved in closer to AJ. The brunette shook her head, turning to face the bar once more. The drunken male grabbed her shoulder, turning the black widow to face him. "That's pretty fucking rude." He slurred.

"She said no." Nikki interjected, sighing at the young male. But he wasn't taking no for an answer. Pushing AJ against the bar, he began to squeeze her ass. The brunette protested, pushing the guy away, but to no avail. She had no choice but to raise her small hand, slapping the male across the cheek.

"You fucking slut." He swore, his grip tightening on the black widow. Before AJ could react, the pressure on her body was gone and the male was on the floor, grabbing at his cheek in pain. AJ looked up to meet a familiar, sweet pair of blue eyes that glared at the pestering drunk.

"Don't you ever put your hands on her again." He spat at him, before turning his attention to AJ. "Are you-"

"I'm fine." She assured him, a small smile on her face. "Thank you."


Later that night, after the rowdy group of men had been thrown out of the club, The Shield and their group had made their way to the dance floor. As usual, Seth had found his comfort in an attractive female that didn't mind intruding personal space. Paige had had a few too many, and was drunk dancing with Alicia Fox, while Roman watched in amusement. AJ was dancing alone when a pair of strong, big hands grasped her hips, causing her to jerk a little.

"It's only me." A husky voice assured her, causing her to blush a little.

"Jon... what are you doing?" AJ asked with a smile, her stomach filling with butterflies as her mind tore between two decisions; did she let her body give in to his touch and finally let Dean Ambrose win, or did she continue to push him away? The alcohol was tilting her against the latter.

"Dancing." He slurred. "With cute AJ Lee." A giggle escaped the brunette's lips as she rolled her eyes. She felt him press his body against hers, and she inhaled deeply; it felt like a bolt of electricity had just ran through her whole body, lighting up every nerve ending for him.

"You're drunk." She laughed, though she was a little disappointed. He hadn't spoken more than two words to her all night, and suddenly now he was drunk, he was all over her.

"You're not drunk enough." He remarked, causing her to giggle loudly before covering her mouth with her hand. Turning around, she pushed him away a little playfully. She sighed and smirked at how drunk the lunatic fringe had gotten.

"I think we should get you home." She laughed, taking his hand.


It was a short taxi drive to the hotel from the club, and AJ was sure that if left any longer, Ambrose was going to pass out in the back of the cab.

As promised, the brunette walked him all the way to his door, making sure that the drunken superstar got back safely. She had heard way too many stories of drunken Dean.

"I'll call you tomorrow to remind you of all of this." She giggled, opening his hotel door.

"You... you're not coming in?" He asked, a small hiccup interrupting his sentence. His bottom lip stuck out like a spoilt child who had been told no.

She shook her head playfully. "Jon I-" Her words were cut off by Dean crashing his lips into hers. She couldn't help it any more. Everything that she had done to keep away from him was falling down around her as his soft lips pressed against hers. A hand reached up into her hair, grabbing at it as he pulled her in deeper. She pressed her body against his, putting a hand around his muscled torso. He pulled away suddenly, leaving her wanting more, as he looked at her breathlessly. A silence fell between the two, as he awaited her response. "I've got to go." She admitted, turning to leave.

Dean stood in the doorway, watching the petite diva walk away from him. He looked up to the ceiling, gritting his teeth. "Good going, Jon." He muttered under his breath before he slammed his door shut.

AJ walked briskly to her hotel room, needing space from the lunatic fringe to regain her composure. He had kissed her. He had kissed her?! The brunette wasn't sure what to make of it. Did he have genuine feelings for her, or was he just acting on his drunken impulses? What was she thinking... she couldn't let him get into her head! She had built up her walls for a reason, and nobody, not even Dean Ambrose, was breaking them down.