To be totally and completely honest, this story is just a side story that plagued my mind and I wrote it simply to keep my creative work going. I do not have a certain direction I am going with it. It's pretty much just shameless drama and smut; The two things I write best. I hope you all enjoy whatever I throw in here haha!

A/N: I promise the chapter after this is going to have smut! This is another smutless chapter but it's dramatic kinda and lovey dovey in ways.

As always, I own nothing here except my OC!

"Are you sure?" Roman asked softly.

I shrugged but nodded.

"I can't avoid her forever if her and Dean are becoming a thing," I replied.

The sting in my chest hurt just a bit more as I said that, but it was the sad truth. Dean and Renee were going on a third date. No matter how much Dean said she was materialistic and narcissistic, he kept wanting to see her; and yet at the same time we were still sleeping together. I was pretty sure she didn't know that. Most women would freak.

"And you're okay with that?" Roman asked, the disbelief clear on his face, "Baby girl, we all know you feel a lot for Dean."

Put on a brave face Sam. I took a deep breath and forced on a smile.

"I do, but I'm not going to hold him back if he likes her," I said.

"Fine, then come with me. Be my date Samantha."

My heart leaped as I blinked in confusion.

"What? Like, date-date?" I asked.

He nodded and the smile that stretched across his face had my heart pitter pattering. I licked my lips nervously and relaxed into a real smile, albeit a nervous one.

"You'd want to go on a date with me?" I questioned, just to be sure.

"Sam, you're my best friend, and I've had the privileged of having you in many ways, why would I not want a date with you?" he asked.

As he cocked a brow, I had to grin.

"Okay, okay, I believe you. What should we wear?"

"It's pin up themed, so dressy 1940-ish," he said.

With a quick nod, I thought about my wardrobe and said, "I need to shop. I'll meet you guys at the club."

…

When I spotted my guys across the room, it took a moment to realize it was them. I'd seen them looking good in all forms, but never suits. And damn was it a good sight! All three wore pinstripe suits, but Seth's was gray while Roman and Dean's were black. Seth had a dark blue button up shirt, Dean a white, and Roman a black. Their pants were plain black slacks, but the outfits overall showcased every amazing aspect of the three. I couldn't hold in a grin when Roman's eyes widened as he saw me.

"Well damn baby girl," he grumbled.

I had to spin and give a coy smile before saying, "Look good?"

The dress was a bright, colorful and warm blue, fitted through from the sleeves to the waist where it came out in a swing skirt that flowed playfully, flattering my pear figure nicely. The neckline was sweetheart and I knew it definitely gave a good peek at my cleavage without being too distasteful.

"Good enough to eat," he said with a wink.

Heat rose to my cheeks as he grabbed my hand and I was pulled into a soft kiss.

"You do too," I murmured, "Clean up very nice Mr. Reigns."

"Mmm, I look like a pauper compared to you Sam," he assured me before relinquishing his hold on me.

"Wow," came from behind me.

I looked up and saw Seth basically ogling me. A grin crawled onto my face as Leighla nudged him; it looked rather painful if his face was any indication. He cleared his throat and a light blush came to his cheeks.

"You look nice Sam," he said finally.

"Fuck Sam, you trying to get groupies?" Dean rasped as arms came around my shoulders.

Blushing, I leaned into his hug and let him kiss my temple.

"Now Dean, you know that won't happen with me and Renee here," Leighla said with a devilish smirk.

Fucking bitch. My eyes rolled in annoyance but I didn't respond. I would not stoop to her level tonight.

"Speak of the devil," Dean mumbled as he pulled away, "Hey Renee."

A bundle of pink and blonde rushed past me and into his arms.

"Hey there Deany, you look so nice," Renee cooed.

It took all of my strength and resolve not to smack her. She was being incredibly childish, and it wasn't cute on her.

"Don't our guys look good Renee?" Leighla asked.

"Mm, very much so," Renee purred in agreement.

Both Seth and Dean looked as awkward as I felt. Thankfully Roman spoke then.

"Let's get our seats for the show shall we?" Roman asked.

I gave him a smile of appreciation as he led me to a table with a hand on my back. Surprisingly he even pulled my chair out, causing another blush to appear on my cheeks.

"Thanks Roman," I murmured.

He smirked as he sat and his arm draped around the chair as he leaned in.

"You're welcome Samantha, expect it for the entire night. We are in the 40's theme when men were chivalrous and spared no expense for the ladies so let's live it up."

His breath on my ear gave me shivers and I chewed on my lip, suddenly grateful I had decided not to wear lipstick because I felt I would do this a lot. Suddenly the lights went down and five women came to the stage, dressed in white dresses with red polka-dots in a style similar to mine as well as red elbow length gloves and red heels. It was very cute. Their dance was fun and whimsical, but throughout the entire show I could hear Renee and Leighla picking apart each dancer for their faults. When the dance was over, I shot each of them a glare but it went unnoticed.

"That was cute," I said finally.

"Sure if you like boring dances with funny looking women. Even you could do better... maybe" Leighla said, muttering the last part so I could barely hear.

Renee snickered. God give me the strength not to kill these women. Roman's grip tightened on my arm and he pulled me closer so I rested on his chest. Closing my eyes I reveled in the feel and familiarity of his embrace, letting his ever strong patience refill mine.

"Better baby?" he asked softly.

I nodded and a small smile came to my face when his lips met the top of my head. The next dance was announced and a larger group of women dressed in sailor style bathing suits came on stage. The dance was done as if they were cleaning and toiling away on the ship but eventually degraded into a somewhat strip tease. I had to admit it was rather attractively done.

"If you ever take me to a strip club, make sure it's done tastefully like this," I said to Roman when the dance ended.

Apparently he was shocked because he choked on his beer. Seth looked at a loss for words and Dean just started laughing.

"Jesus Sam, way to give him a heart attack," Dean said teasingly.

Shrugging innocently, I looked up at Roman who's gaze was now heated and intense.

"Really now?" he asked.

I nodded and said, "I'm not so uptight that I can't tell when women are attractive."

"Okay, on that note, anyone need a refill?" Seth asked, looking awkward and maybe even nervous.

With the red tinge on his cheeks he looked almost innocent, and very cute. Derailing my thoughts from that track, I shook my glass towards him.

"Adios Motherfucker please," I said.

"Another Budweiser," Roman replied as he tilted his empty bottle.

Seth nodded and left with the blush still lingering on his cheeks.

"Hey, so why have I never heard about this before now?" Roman asked with a small huff, "Dean obviously knew."

"Yeah, well, he took me to my first strip club back in high school," I explained.

A grin quickly grew on my face as I saw Dean smirking.

"Yep, got drunk off your ass and tried to take our dancer home," Dean filled in, "She was flattered but apparently straight."

"Damn the luck."

Roman's eyes nearly popped out of his head but before he could speak, the lights went down again and signaled a new dance.

"Here, sorry, the line was long as fuck," Seth hissed.

Sliding the drinks before us, he lingered for a moment, and it was just long enough for his breath to creep across my neck.

"Thanks man," Roman said softly.

Seth ducked back into his seat as the music started and I began to turn towards the stage, but my thigh was gripped and my chair was tugged closer to Roman. His breath on my ear had my body shivering as I tried to focus on the dancers, both male and female now. Their moves were fluid and tinged with sexual tension.

"Seriously, how have I not heard about this curious side before?" Roman whispered.

My nails dug into my palms as his deep timbre created more stirrings in my body.

"Because I'm not exactly chasing skirts all the time, it's usually just a sexual thing when it does occur, and besides, breasts are amazing, nobody can resist the lure," I teased.

"Mmm, I agree with you there."

His lips burnt a hot trail down my neck. I had to grab onto something, and it just so happened to be his thigh. Groaning, he nipped hard onto my shoulder.

"Baby girl, watch that hand," he purred.

"Then don't tempt me," I replied lowly, turning to eye him.

God he was breath taking. His lips pulled back into a smile before he leaned back in close, our eyes meeting. Hazel battled gray before I relented and looked down to his lips, licking my own.

"Baby girl, just wait until I-"

"Roman?"

Are you fucking kidding me?! Roman sat up stiffly and I noticed everyone at our table turn to look at the speaker. I forced myself to look up at the evil queen herself, Galina. Of course she had to be looking cute and had the gal to look apologetic and shy.

"Can we talk?" she asked softly.

"We talked last night when you rudely barged into my home," he spoke icily.

"Please, I- I just need to explain."

"Go Ro."

Wait, did I just tell him that?

He eyed me closely before speaking, "You sure Sam?"

I nodded and swallowed the anger for the woman next to him. To my surprise, he pulled me into an intense kiss before rising and leaving me a puddle of need. The look on Galina's face was pure shock and jealousy as he turned to her.

"Let's talk by the bar, I think I'm going to need a few more drinks during this bullshit," he muttered, walking off.

She sent me a glare before turning and following him like a puppy. Snorting I adverted my eyes from them back to the dancers.

"You okay?" I heard.

Unsure of who had spoke, I looked up to see Seth watching me closely.

"Hmm? Yeah, just not utterly thrilled that the cheating scum is here," I threw out with an eye roll, "Hopefully she doesn't tempt her way back in because if she does, and she hurts him again, I'll ensure she doesn't do it for a third time."

"I'll hold her for you," Dean joked.

A small grin twitched onto my face as I said, "Deal, no one hurts my boys and gets away with it."

I managed to catch the tail end of a look between Renee and Leighla and had to force myself to be quiet and not scream that I meant it for them too. At least they seemed to understand something on their own for once.

...

The car was quiet as I drew my knees up and placed my feet on the dash. As soon as they had finished talking, Roman had wanted to leave and, even though I had walked to the club, I left with him. It obviously hadn't gone well. He was tense and grabbing the steering wheel so hard I thought it would break, but I didn't want to bother him, knowing he'd speak on his own time.

"I don't want to go back to the house," I finally said to break the ice.

"Where do you want to go?" he replied.

"Take me to a strip club?" I asked.

It took no time at all for it to register when I said and he whipped his head over, looking almost disbelieving.

"You serious?" he asked.

I nodded and drummed my fingers on my knees.

"We need to relax with all this bullshit going on, what better way than with alcohol and mostly naked chicks?" I teased.

Some of the tension seemed to flow out of him as his shoulders dropped.

"Why haven't I spent the last four years with you?" he asked.

"You have, just not romantically or sexually. I was just telling Seth a while ago that you, Dean and him were like all the men I need because you each embody what I want in a different way. I have Seth as my live in partner and we are both interested in the nerdy sci-fi stuff. Dean of course is the partner I can do random shit with, chill out and just be lazy or go make trouble. The best way I've ever been able to describe you, before this, was that you're the heart of you three. You always comfort me and everyone else too, but you don't sugar coat it and are completely realistic. You're the protector and lover and make me feel safe just being by me. Together you three are the perfect man and even apart as long as I have all three of you in some way I'm content," I explained.

I looked up when he didn't reply and saw him staring at me with an intensity that made my heart pound.

"Rome?" I asked softly.

"Who ever you end up marrying is going to be one lucky bastard," he murmured.

A blush crossed my face and I looked away self-consciously, taking a second to realize we had stopped before I talked.

"Why?"

"You are so beautiful and so damn passionate. I've never seen someone look so amorous when speaking about another person," he explained.

"Ah, well, yeah... I guess that's just because I'm putting for the emotion I feel for you guys," I muttered, looking up to notice we were at the strip club, "We going in?"

"Yeah, sure."

Escaping the suffocating atmosphere, I slid from the car. Believe me, I was happy to hear Roman speak like that, but it killed me because I knew I'd never end up with one of those three. They deserved someone much better, who could give more than I could.

"Come on baby girl."

Linking my arm in his, I allowed him to pull me in to the club.