Raw was on fire right after it went live in Oracle Arena Oakland where Sasha Banks, Roman Reigns, Charlotte and Rusev did an amazing promo and an equally amazing mix tag match that couldn't help but get people fired up, while Seth Rollins and Chris Jericho ended the show with an intensity that got all of social media talking. With everyone buzzing over Hell in a Cell, almost the entire locker room found themselves celebrating at a nearby bar, a few blocks away from their hotel.

Seth and Roman weren't really the type to join those things, but Bayley tipped Seth that Sasha was going, and like a true friend, Roman decided to accompany him. They sat in their own booth drinking beer, together with Cesaro and Sami Zayn.

"Man, Hell in a Cell is going to be so wicked!" Sami exclaimed, eyes wild with excitement. "I mean, both of you guys for sure are going to be great, but I honestly cannot wait to see Charlotte and Sasha do their thing."

"They should be main event," Cesaro nodded. "They deserve it."

"Please," Seth scoffed. "I should be main event."

"If you say so, brother," Roman smirked, taking a swig of his beer.

"Super loved your match tonight, Roman," Sami nodded at the big guy. "My Instagram was so lit! Fans are trying to sail a new ship," he laughed, giving Roman a light nudge.

Upon hearing this, Seth tensed and Sami immediately realized his mistake. "Sorry," he bowed his head. "What I really meant was I'm all for Team Sesha," he clarified.

Seth glared while Roman laughed out loud, clapping Seth's back. "Brother, you are too obvious. Reel it in a bit."

"Geez, guys," Seth muttered and sneered, finishing the last of his beer before standing up to order another. "You guys still good?" he asked. Cesaro and Roman nodded, while Sami requested to order one more.

As Seth made his way over to the bar, a familiar flash of pink caught his eye at the other side of the room. It was Sasha Banks, seated beside TJ Perkins, drinking together with Charlotte and R-Truth.

Sensing his gaze, Sasha looked up at Seth, who nodded at her. She gave him a small smile before turning her attention back to her group.

When Seth returned to his table, he had a small scowl on his face that Roman knew all too well. "Let me guess. Sasha?"

"Other side of the room with Charlotte, R-Truth and the new kid, TJ Perkins."

"I love TJ!" Sami said with a wide smile. "Such a cool dude, that one."

Seth made another face, and Roman nudged him. "Keep it cool, man," he chastised. "You don't want to start any issues with anyone around here, unless you want Hunter breathing down your neck."

"I'm just a little frustrated," Seth scratched the back of his ear. "She's been hanging out with him a lot."

"I didn't think you were the jealous type, Seth," Cesaro smirked.

"I'm not," Seth furrowed his brows, staring at his beer. "I mean, I used to not be?" He wasn't sure anymore. "Can we talk about something else?!"

Switching topics, the group focused on Hell in a Cell again, talking about how much they would all need to prepare for the event. It would definitely entail a lot of meetings with their opponents, planning and perfecting spots to make sure their matches were flawless. Seth always loved working with Kevin Owens, and he was confident they could pull off a match that was one for the books. He was excited for Sasha and Charlotte, too—though part of him couldn't help but worry a little. He knew Sasha was just as passionate as him, and was willing to do whatever it took to put on a spectacular show—even if it meant putting her body on the line and pushing herself beyond her limits. Maybe if she let him come around, he could train with her and give her a few tips and techniques.

"Hey guys," Charlotte suddenly approached their table with a grin. "We're doing shots. Come join us."

She pulled Roman and Cesaro's arms, forcing them to get up. As their group joined the others, now with New Day, Sheamus, Rusev and Lana, Seth took the seat closest to Sasha as possible, which was diagonally across her and TJ. Her eyes were slightly glazed, and he could tell she was getting tipsy.

"Shoooooots!" Xavier Woods exclaimed, distributing tequila from the bartender's tray. "Cheers to The Boss and The Queen for making history together!" he raised his shot glass, as everyone cheered and toasted. "Hell in a Cell, baby!"

Seth watched as Sasha downed her glass, grimacing in the process. She really wasn't a tequila person, preferring wine or beer over hard liquor.

"Tequila makes me fall asleep," she once told him. "Plus I hate the taste."

Once in a while, he couldn't help but study her interactions with TJ—they were friendly, but nothing that got him riled up. It was then that he realized TJ really was a good guy, talking to everyone in the group, including him. "Dude, I love your new merch," he said, referring to the Seth Freakin Rollins t-shirt. "I'm definitely getting one for myself."

Seth smirked. "Thanks, man. Let me know when you do. I'll even sign it for you," he replied while staying in character.

TJ laughed. "That was the plan, actually."

After finishing two bottles, the group was still rowdy but Seth watched as Sasha was gradually falling asleep, her head resting on her hand. He leaned forward to get closer. "Sash," he called out. "Sasha," he repeated.

She jolted a bit, blinking rapidly before looking at him.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the hotel," he said, making a move to get up.

He expected her to resist or be stubborn about it, but to his surprise, she nodded. "Okay."

After a few protests from some of the Superstars that it was still early, the two of them walked back to the hotel side by side. Sasha stumbled a little, finding it difficult to put her right foot in front of her left in a straight line. Seth chuckled. "Easy," he told her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her all the way.

When they got to her hotel room, Seth waited as Sasha changed into her pajamas and brushed her teeth. "Thanks for walking me back," she said, eyes closed as she laid down on the bed and made a deep sigh.

"You alright?" he asked.

She didn't reply. He wasn't sure how drunk she was, but he sat back down on the couch and exhaled. Sitting in silence, he watched her snooze lightly, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. When he was convinced she was deep in her sleep, he made a move to leave.

"Don't go," she said softly, eyes still closed. "Stay."

He stopped, thinking about what would happen in the morning when both of them were wide awake and sober. Part of him thought it might not be a good idea, but the bigger part of him wanted this bad.

Slowly, he climbed in bed and wrapped his arms around her. "I missed you," he whispered into her ear, breathing in her scent. "Can we please be okay already?"

Sasha was silent for a while, feeling Seth's heart pound into her back. "Just hold me," she told him, burying her head into the pillows.

Seth didn't complain. Things felt even more complicated than before, but at least for tonight, Sasha was in his arms and that was all he could really ask for.

He held her tightly and kissed the side of her neck. "Night, Sash."

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