(Dunno if you guys caught it, but my oc is the younger adopted sister of Maxine, who I love and wish were on the actual WWE lineup. More about my oc's past, why she is the way she is will come out, only if people tell me they want to see more of this story. )

(Huge thanks to my reviewers. So glad you guys like this so far. Probably won't be your typical romance, because I love writing fights too. So there will be a lot of fighting in this too.)

(so far, votes are pretty much neck and neck with ambrose and roman tied for first place, Randy coming in second. So, going to enjoy this whole thing for a while, because it's mainly just about all the mishaps Laney gets herself in, the romance is only a small part.

Again, to my reviewers, you all seriously kick ass. xXx Deanna)

"Okay, seriously.. What is the fucking point of this motherfucking game, sis?" Laney asked as Maxine sat on her baby sister's lap and smirking said "It's called being a normal girl, Laney.. Sleepover games? Like a party?" Maxine explained as Laney lit a cigarette and walked to the kitchen area of the small hotel room they were sharing, which right now as packed with Kaitlyn and Alicia and Natalya and Layla.

Laney grumbled, and poured herself a glass of Southern Comfort, added a splash of coke and a slice of lime and then stepped neatly over the back of the couch, flopping down as she said stiffly, "Why do we have to play this game, though?"

"Because, it's fun." Maxine coaxed as she begged her little sister with her eyes.

"I hate that face, Max, fuck." Laney grumbled as she sucked the lime a minute then said "Okay, fine.. Kill, Fuck, Marry it is."

"Okay, you first then.. Hmm... Ryback, Dean Ambrose, Randy Orton" Kaitlyn blurted as she looked at Laney who almost spat out her alcohol and then said "Pleading the fifth. I will tell you I'd kill Ryback. The guy fucking freaks me out."

Maxine looked at her sister, curiously and then said "Okay... that's one... Two more to go, sis."

"No way in the name of Christ am I answering, Max." Laney said as she calmly sipped her Southern Comfort and took a long pull from the cigarette dangling between her fingers. "Max, you can stop with the look.. Not falling for it. You guys play your games, I'll... I'm gonna watch tv or something."

"Answer, or I tickle."

"God damn.. Okay, fine.. Fuck- Dean Ambrose, Marry - Randy Orton.. But the fucking would continue WHILE married to Randy. Because if I gotta have two asses, may as well keep ridin' 'em both." Laney said as she raked her hands through her hair, waited on her sister to start on her about how bad Dean was, how toxic he was.. Or how Randy was supposedly some rage filled monster.

Instead, Maxine looked at her, then almost fell over laughing... "Oh my god, sis.. You should totally see your face right now, it's so cute!"

"Right, and I'm glad you're reaping great enjoyment from this personally shitty moment, sis." Laney scowled as she poked her tongue out, took another huge sip of her Southern Comfort.

Maxine laughed and then pointing said " Sis, don't go outside pantsless again like last time.. Guys, my sister becomes a completely different person when she drinks... Just a warning in advance. I've seen her make out with a girl before when drinking. And a houseplant, but yeah.."

All the eyes in the room switched to Laney who groaned, sank down into the couch, hid her head under a pillow, swearing.

" You mean Ms. Grouchy Ass is actually a people person when drunk.. Right?" Kaitlyn and Layla egged it on as Natalya sneakily took a photo of Laney, wearing her usual Avenged Sevenfold t shirt that she slept in and tweeted it with the tag, #RealWomenCanAdmitRealBeauty RT if you agree.

Alicia who'd seen what she'd done, elbowed her and bit her lip, giving her a warning look and Natalya said "It's for her own good, she clearly needs to get out more, become a people person."

Maxine took a sip from her own bottle and then nodded, raising her bottle, "Hell to the yeah. 2013, I'm getting my sister laid at least."

"Jesus christ, Maxine, if I wanted to actually deal with a guy's shit, I'd have a guy. I'd rather do it myself than have to explain to some douchebag where to put his hands, how hard I want it."

The girls all broke into laughter and Kaitlyn said "Well, we know she doesn't have a sensor."

Laney grumbled and sat back, sipping from her bottle, trying but failing at not getting pulled into this whole thing her sister insisted on having tonight.

Her mind was on earlier at the arena, and who'd lit her cigarette for her.. She couldn't see them, because the lights on that level of the parking garage were out.

And for some damn reason, this was really bugging her.

Natalya blinked when she slid her phone back open, and the picture had been retweeted quite a few times.

She leaned over and showed Maxine who mouthed, "Aww, but yeah, she's hot. I mean of course she's hot, she's my baby sister."

They checked the names that retweeted and laughed quietly, then put the phone away quickly.

Down the hallway, in the room that the members of the Shield were sharing, an intense staredown was going on currently. Dean sat glaring at his phone and swearing as he said aloud, "This fucking piece of shit."

"What?" Seth asked as Dean aimed it at the wall, the phone bouncing off the door frame to the bathroom and falling on the floor.

"Fucking nothing... Don't be so fucking nosy."

Seth, naturally, jumped up and walked over to see what Dean had been trying to do..

"Seriously, Ambrose? The way to a woman's heart is not to tweet #IdTapThat"

"Fuck off, Rollins. I was just gonna do it to piss Laney off. I hate the bitch. She's hot, but I fucking hate her."

"Yet you'd fuck her."

"And? Hate sex is always a good time."

Roman stepped out of the bathroom and caught the end of the argument, rolled his eyes at Dean then picked up his own phone, checking out Twitter, out of sheer boredom.

Seeing the picture, he looked around to make sure noone saw, and after saving it, he retweeted.

Down the hallway, Randy smirked as he looked up at the picture Natalya posted on Twitter of Laney. Which would have been great if John Cena hadn't walked in, surprised him and the phone hadn't fallen out of his hand, hitting him in the forehead.

Glaring he rubbed his forehead and then said "Cena... Fucking seriously? You don't know how to knock?"

John smirked and then said "You just retweeted the picture, didn't you?"

Randy shrugged and grumbled then said "Going to sleep now, not discussing this, with you and Kingston, yet again."

He rolled over and smirking, grabbed his phone with one lightening quick move, and stuck in the earphones, turning up his music so he couldn't hear the two of them taunting him.

So he thought she was sexy. Big deal.