A/N: Earth Girls are Easy is a damn good movie, and I don't care what anyone says. If you haven't seen it, I'll recommend it for a terrible rainy day. Also, I apologize to those I promised that I'd get it out on Friday. I started work and I've been busy because of it. So hopefully I can get the next chapter out (hopefully with some sex, because I know that's all you read it for XD) within two weeks. I have a direction for the next few chapters, so I should be okay and steady with writing. And now, have fun.

The thing about working for Vincent K McMahon in which Hailey hated most was the fact that once he made up his mind, he fucking stuck with it. Unless it had to do with scripts. Then he was an unpredictable bastard. And right now, Hailey truly hated him for it. She had to leave her comfort zone and convert to a new one. And who knew whether this pet project was going to survive and thrive for more seasons after this one?

"I have to say I admire you for your control back there, Hailey," PJ complimented, his accent thick as he said it.

"What control? I burst out at him," She huffed as she walked out of the Hilton and out into the chilly air.

"Well, I thought you were going to commit homicide, but you only yelled. If that isn't control, I don't know what is," he grinned, pulling his large coat tighter around himself. They were shortly joined by Heath and Stu, both wearing large coats to Hailey's business jacket and skirt.

"Aren't you cold, luv?" Stu asked harmlessly, walking so his pace matched the young woman's.

"Does it look like it?" she snapped back. She blushed and quickly apologized to him.

"It's alright. I think you'll do great with the show. Probably better than Vince could have ever done."

"And besides," Heath interjected, "Vince probably had some interns shoved down his throat."

"Wow, Wendy, you sure know how to make a girl happy," PJ deadpanned. Heath glared at him.

"Wendy?" she asked, eyebrow raised. Stu laughed, doubling over in hysterics. Hailey shivered – and it wasn't from the cold.

"He looks like the Wendy's girl, you know the hamburger joint," he answered, still chuckling behind his hand. Heath glared at the man, and turned his head to look at the girl studying him carefully. She smiled at him and reached out for his hair.

"I shouldn't have braided your hair last night. I should have put it in pigtails," she stated, kissing his cheek lightly. "Come on, let's get to my place so we can relax."

Stu and PJ both looked at each other, then scowled at the lucky man.

Shortly after, they were close to Hailey's apartment, and it was only them; the other men went to do some shopping in the mall only a few yards away from the Hilton. That included John and Randy.

Once up in the apartment, Hailey breathed a sigh of relief. Heath immediately rummaged through the fridge for some food as PJ and Stu sat on the couch for some TV time. The only woman in the room shrugged off her jacket as she watched the redhead in front of the fridge pull some snacks out of the bottom drawer. He sat down on the love seat to munch on whatever he salvaged, eyes drawn to the TV.

Stu's eyes, however, scanned the immense violin collection, wondering if she really did play, or if she just collected them, like stamps to the average person. As Hailey walked by, he plucked up the courage to ask, "Do you actually play the violin? Or do you just use them to decorate the wall?"

She looked at him, a really hard look. She didn't think he was being sarcastic, or rude when he said it, but his tone caught her off guard. "Uh, there are some that I play, and others I'm too afraid to even pick up. I have an electric one that I use the most, though."

His face subtly lit up around the eyes, and he rose from the couch to look at all of them again. Hailey stood beside him as he looked. The entire wall was covered with the string instrument, almost like a 3-D wallpaper. Some looked brand new and completely untouched, while some were so used or old that they had deep scars in the wood. There were only three electric violins on the wall, and he wondered which one was played the most. "So, which one's your favorite?" He watched as she smiled gently at her instruments, and that one expression tugged at his heart.

"That one," she answered, pointing to one closest to the ceiling, about five columns in. It looked like it came out of the movie Yellow Submarine. It had the submarine alright, and the Beatles' characters falling from the strings. "My mother painted it for me when I was in middle school. She was a fantastic painter, and a huge hippy. The Beatles just so happened to be her favorite band, and that kind of passed down through the generations. My brother is a huge fan too," she said softly. "You can tell it's really old. I had to get it touched up every year or so when I played it for school concerts."

"You played that violin at school?" he asked, completely amazed that she was allowed to do so.

"Oh yes. My music teacher loved it almost as much as I did. And this electric one was given to me in high school because I was the only one who could play, and they needed me to be louder." Her finger pointed at a violin that was barely there. It was simply an outline of an old-fashioned one, where the strings and bridge were the only things that reminded him of a violin. There was another like it next to it, but some of that outer design seemed broken or missing, like it was incomplete. But Stu knew that it was just the design.

"Which one is your most expensive?" he asked, grinning. She looked at him, and he delighted to see her cheeks turn a little pink.

"That I bought, or was given to me as a present?"

"Both."

"Well," she started, looking at her wall, "The most expensive one that I bought is this one." Hailey took a glass violin down from its place and held it tenderly. "This one is just so beautiful. If you look hard enough, you'll see music notes spun throughout the glass. I couldn't help myself when I bought it; it doesn't play proper, but that didn't stop me. I bought it a year ago actually."

Hailey held it up for Stu to see, and he marveled at the little notes hidden in the glass. He was too afraid to touch it. When he reared his head up a little, he realized he was close to hers. He gulped harshly, but the woman took no notice. She hung up her violin and took down the one he was looking at yesterday: the WWE violin.

"This is from, if you haven't guessed, none other than Vince. I played for him once, and he loved it. So for a birthday present, he made me this. Said it cost him a hundred thousand dollars. I've been too afraid to play it, let alone take it off it's hanger. It's heavy too." She put it back carefully, making sure she didn't drop it. When it was secure, she turned back to the tall Brit, grinning. "I didn't know you were so interested in violins."

He breathed, "They're so beautiful. Just like the woman that owns them." He said the last part quietly, more to himself than her, and prayed to whatever god existed that she didn't hear him.

"Let's watch a movie!" Heath exclaimed, holding up one of the many DVDs under the TV. Hailey and Stu looked at him, and the movie in his hand. Earth Girls are Easy. Stu snorted, and the woman next to him flushed.

"I swear I hid that!" she grumbled, walking over to the redhead. "Do you even know what it's about?"

"Duh. Aliens and Geena Davis. Come on, let's watch it!"

She turned to PJ and he shrugged. "I've never seen it before."

"Fine. I'll put it in. Make it darker in here while I do so," she ordered. Stu sat on the loveseat as they went to work, and then Heath sat next to him. They glared at each other as Hailey sat next to PJ, setting up the movie from the long couch. Once the movie played, she snuggled up to the man next to her.

"Hope you don't mind, but I'm just a little cold now. Keep me warm?" she whispered, almost seductively to PJ's ears. He wrapped his arm around her and toed off his shoes to get comfortable. He felt eyes on him, and he turned his head slightly to see Stu glaring at him. Inwardly he smirked, and tightened his hold on the woman who fit so perfectly under his arm. All four of them got lost in the movie, almost laughing at everything. Even when Jeff Goldblum's alien tried to please Geena Davis' character. It was just too funny not to laugh. Even at the end of the movie, Heath was swiping at a tear in laughter.

"You know what would be funny?" Hailey asked, giggling behind her hand, "if there was a remake, and all three of you were the aliens." All three groaned loudly, PJ also booing her. "What?"

"No. Just no." Stu shook his head with a half-smile. "Besides, why would they bother to remake it. Not a lot of people want to see it."

"What if it were more like a porn? I'm sure you would step up to the challenge then, right?" she dared, looking to the redhead.

"Well, maybe if you were Geena, and I was Jeff, sure," he answered honestly. Hailey smirked at him, getting up and walking over to him, standing in front of him.

"Is that so," she teased. Heath was genuinely fearful, completely unaware of how she would react. But he had nothing to fear, as she just jumped into his lap and hugged him tightly.

At this point, the door swung open and in came a crowd of men. John and Randy front and center. Hailey caught the careful neutrality of John's face, and the rage that lit an overwhelming fire in Randy's eyes. She carefully removed herself from the tensed man underneath her, not breaking eye contact with Randy. And it was then that her phone decided to ring loudly next to Stu. He jumped, but grabbed it and gave it to its owner.

She answered, "Sutcliffe."

"Hi Hailey. It's Steph. Tomorrow I need you to come to Connecticut. We have to go over the show, and it may take a few days to get you up to speed. I hope you didn't have anything special planned..." she said remorsefully, sounding like she didn't like the idea either.

"I never make plans, Steph; generally you or your father ruin them. I'll be there tomorrow." She watched the men around get settled, either in their rooms, the couch or in the kitchen.

"Good. Everyone should be leaving your house too. I know John and Randy have some house shows to attend, and the NXT group should be mostly going back to Tampa."

"Yeah, that sounds about right. Well, the little darlings need to be tucked in," she said, soliciting various groans, "See you tomorrow."

"Good luck, Hailey."

She hung up her cell phone and looked at the men. "You have one more night with me, and then you're all leaving. So don't get too comfortable."

"Why don't we go to a club?" John suggested, looking at his watch. "It's 8:50 now, and Lee will probably take forever to get dressed like usual."

The men looked at the woman in question. She shrugged her shoulders. "How about the arcade at the mall? It sounds more fun than getting some of my expensive heels ruined by beer, piss, or whatever is on the floor."

The men collectively looked at each other in agreement. They grabbed jackets, wallets, and shoes and Hailey and company left the apartment again.


Dave & Busters nestled just above the food court in the mall, and apparently most of the men missed it. There was a movie theatre also on the other side, and an escalator took them up there. Half of the group walked over to the restaurant area to sit and eat while the rest (Hailey, PJ, Heath, Stu, and John) waltz over to the arcade area to get the cards that would hold the credits for the machines. John immediately made his way over to the racing games lined up in a row, while Heath ran to a free shooter game. PJ and Stu kept near Hailey as she made her way over to the basketball game. She slipped her card into a pocket in her skirt as she rolled up her blouse sleeves. The other two men did more-or-less the same and they all swiped to start playing. Stu had quite the advantage, as he was the tallest between the three of them, and got most of the points. Hailey made second, surprisingly, and PJ tried to keep straight-faced about it.

"How did I beat you? You're at least six feet!" she exclaimed with a smile on her face. His face twitched, still trying for neutral, but failing at the edges. She kissed his cheek gently and pulled away to wink at him.

"Well, what about a kiss for the winner, huh?" Stu commented, crossing his arms over his chest, and was a few seconds away from tapping his foot. Hailey blushed, heart racing. Her mind went back to last night, and how she just wanted it to happen again. She laughed to try to cover herself, rising up on tip toe to place her lips on his cheek. However, he moved his mouth a little closer to hers, causing her to get the corner of his lips. She shivered slightly, falling back to feet properly.

"Come on, let's go try our luck at the coin pushers."