Monday night, Becky kept her distance from Finn. He didn't seem like he much wanted company as he sulked outside of the locker rooms and she was in no mood to push him. But he caught her eye as they were about to go out for their segment. She gulped as he held her gaze for a moment, and then nodded slightly, as if to tell her it would be alright.

Mick stood in the ring, announcing the contract signing between Miz and Maryse and Becky and Finn. He didn't look particularly happy about it, but he called Finn out, and Becky followed, a few paces behind him. It felt a little bit weird to not be draped in his leather jacket, but he made it clear that wasn't happening tonight. Naturally, he held the ropes for her and she muttered a thanks as she climbed into the ring. Miz and Maryse came out to his music, her gripping his arm like he might float away if she let go, or maybe to flaunt it in Becky's face. No matter what, she would be walking away with her man.

"Let me make somethin' clear here," Finn said into his microphone as they began the process of signing the contract. "I am sick an' tired of wastin' my time with you fools while ya make a name for yourself off of me and Bex here."

"Balor," Mayrse spoke in her thick French accent, "Mike and I made a name for ourselves long before you found your way out of the potato farm."

"So why am I still talkin' to ya, huh?" Finn took a glance back at Becky, who normally would be quick to jump at Mayrse, but was hanging back today. "Ya want a match, ya got it."

"Yeah, sure, we want a match," Miz laughed, "is that a problem?"

"No problem, Mike, no problem at all. I'll give ya one more match, one more chance. But once it's over, it's over. This, right here, this distraction, is over."

"Aw you don't want to play with us?" the Miz taunted.

"I am over this petty little game, Miz, I've got far bigger things to worry about, and so does she," he nodded towards Becky, who retreated further inwards, wanting no part of it. "Here's what gonna happen, Miz, we'll fight ya at Extreme Rules, and I'll kick your ass, but then this is done and I don't wanna see ya ugly mug or hear your wife's gratin' voice ever again."

The Miz chuckled and looked back at Becky again. "Is that right?"

"That's right, Miz," she managed.

He smirked, looking from one to the other, "what's this about, Finn? This about me? No. I think not. This is about you, isn't it?" he looked Becky square in the eyes and she wanted to sink into the mat. Her face gave it away and he cackled, "I see, this is him breaking up with you, isn't it? Doesn't want to carry you anymore."

Finn stepped in between them, despite the fact that he hadn't moved towards her at all.

"She's not your concern. I'm your concern."

"Man, if you wanna get rid of her so badly, just dump her. Why the song and dance?"

"I'm warnin' you, Miz," he took a step towards him, "back off."

"Or what?"

Finn's fist was across his face so fast it even startled Becky. Another fist, a strike to his stomach, the Miz stumbled and Finn threw his jacket down. An Enzuguri grounded the Miz for a moment, but Maryse was behind Becky suddenly, pulling her down by her head again. No one was even dressed to fight, Becky finding her movement severely limited by her jeans. Finn turned back towards them the second her head hit the mat, and pulled off Maryse. She got to her feet slowly, but Finn was already pulling her away, retreating.

"I'm fine!" she protested.

"We're done!" he responded, pulling her by her wrist up the ramp.

In the middle of the ring, Miz and Maryse stood tall, their music playing, and the two of them laughing as Becky and Finn ran off. She sighed, he would hate this.

He did, he did hate it.

"Finn I'm-"

"Don't ya say sorry," he snapped, walking ahead of her through guerilla.

"I know I cost us that momentum-"

"Yeah. Well. It doesn't matter. I cared about you being okay," he stopped. "Is your head alright?"

"Fine."

"No dizziness? Sleepy? Funky?"

"None."

"Ya tellin' me the truth?"

"Why would I lie?"

"Good question," he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Don't ya see? We're both too close to this emotionally. It has to end."

"Think ya already handled that," she said quietly.

"Yeah, I did. G'night, Bex."

XXX

"I don't know if you can handle me, Rollins," Becky half slurred in the bar late that night.

"Oh I can't handle you?" Seth laughed, sitting next to her, very close to her, at the end of the table. He rolled his eyes and smirked at her. "Jack?"

"You buyin'? I mean I've seen ya house so…"

"Yeah yeah," he rolled his eyes again and ordered shots for them.

She smiled sweetly and took a glance back down the other end of the table, where Finn and Sami sat drinking their beers. He was pretending not to notice, but she knew it was an act. It wasn't like she was all over him, but once Seth had sat down and started a conversation with just her and she was more than happy to take the attention of another man. He spoke in low tones, forcing her to lean in to hear what he was saying, and their arms kept brushing against one another.

Their shots arrived and they clinked glasses, she kept her face straight and laughed as Seth scrunched up his nose a bit. He wasn't really much of a drinker, to be fair, but he seemed to want to keep up with her tonight. She ordered a vodka sour, her third, and he eyed her from the side.

"Am I paying for that too?"

She smirked and batted her eyelashes at him, leaning in to say yes. His eyes fell onto her, and then flickered up towards Finn. He was watching them, she knew, but she didn't care.

"You look nice tonight, by the way," he grazed over the short leather shorts that hit high on her thigh and the flowy white tank top that revealed a bit of the bra underneath.

"Nice?"

"Don't push it," he grinned, his looking over her once more and then back to his drink.

"Thank you," she leaned forward a little and watched him catch his breath. Confident she had him, she let the back of her hand trail against his leg. He chuckled again, biting his lip.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "you know what you're doing, don't you?"

"Always."

"And what exactly are you doing?"

"Changin' my mind."

"Oh you're changing your mind are you?" he glanced over to Finn again, his face was turning that shade of red that it did when he was fuming.

"You said if I ever did-" she put her hand on his forearm, squeezing lightly.

He bit his lip, "yeah I said that."

"Did ya change yours?"

He sighed, "Bex, c'mon. I know what this is."

"I jus'…think maybe you should take me home," she whispered.

"You don't think that at all," he sighed, "but I'll play. Let's go."

Becky let him take her hand as they waved goodnight to the rest of the group. The world was a little bit hazy, but she could see Finn's face twisted. There would be talk but it would be quick, no one was really surprised when Seth hooked up with a co-worker. They'd be over it in a week. Finn might not.

She giggled as he pulled her into the elevator, his arm around her shoulders. He was warm and strong, and it felt safe. Pressing her lips against his cheek, he pulled away a little bit, but she wasn't discouraged. Her fingers found the belt loops of his jeans and held on tightly, thinking about how it might be nice to see another man naked.

"Bex," he pushed her away slightly, though didn't move his arm from her shoulder.

"Waitin' for privacy?" she teased as he pulled her out of the elevator and down to his hotel door.

"C'mon," he unlocked the door and pushed her through gently.

Becky pulled at his t-shirt as they stumbled through, but he pushed her away again, sitting her down on the couch.

"Sit. You're drunk."

"I'm not that drunk."

"Yes," he threw his keys and wallet down on the table, "yes you are."

"I'm Irish, the rules are different-"

"I'm making you coffee," he grumbled.

"I'd prefer another drink."

"Will you quit it, Bex?" he said over his shoulder at the coffee maker, "what's going on?"

"No-nothin'," she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Then why the hell are you up here with me, not Finn? Answer me that."

"I wanted you-"

"No you didn't. Don't bullshit me," he rolled his eyes.

"I'm not! Isn't that what ya brought me up here for?"

"I let you use me to make him jealous, which I don't exactly love, by the way. So I think you owe me an explanation."

She crossed her arms and pouted, "that's ridiculous."

"Then leave. Go on, there's the door, I'm not stopping you. Or you can drink some damn coffee, sober up, and tell me what's going on here." He sighed heavily, "look, I'm your friend, I'm trying to help, but I can't do that if you're not telling me the truth."

Beck flopped down on the couch, "okay."

"Okay? Okay." He was silent for a minute while the coffee maker whirled, then handed her the strongest cup of coffee she'd ever tasted. Seth sat across from her on the couch, not touching, and waited for her to meet his gaze. "So?"

"He dumped me," she said quietly. "In Ireland."

"At the wedding?"

"After."

"Why?" he sipped from his own mug, unphased by the bitterness.

"Got too close, too much talk about us and our future and us gettin' married…"

"You wanna marry him?"

"Not me, his family. An' then there was the sex-"

"He's got a problem with the sex?"

"Thinks it's dangerous, givin' into the temptation like that,"

Seth scoffed, "yeah, he would. I'm…sorry. You okay?"

"I'm…" she laughed through the tears that were welling up, "no."

Seth opened his mouth to say something else, but was distracted by sounds of shouting from outside the door. Suddenly there was some pounding on the door.

"Seth! Becky!" the voice was Finn's, but hoarse, she recognized it immediately. "I know you're in there, Bex!"

There was a bit of muffled arguing, Sami's voice trying to talk Finn down.

"Think that's for you," Seth said, as he made his way over to open the door. "Hey, Finn. Sami."

Finn's eyes were ablaze, steam rising from his ears.

"The hell do you think ya doin'?" he growled at Seth.

"We're having some coffee, you want some? Seems like you could use it."

"I know what ya doin'."

Finn tried to push his way in but Seth stepped in front of him.

"We're just having some coffee, but you can't be here."

"C'mon, Finn," Sami pulled on his arm, "let's go, you can call her in the morning."

"No. Now." He looked over Seth's shoulder, "Bex! What're you doin' here? With him? Of all people?"

"I don't think she wants to talk to you, man," Seth pushed him back again.

"I ain't talkin' to you Seth. This is what you want, isn't it Becky? You want him to chase ya? Well I'm chasin', love. I'm chasin'. I'm right here, just come out and talk to me."

"I said," Seth was calm though his eyes were narrowed, "she doesn't want to talk to you right now. And you're drunk off your ass. Go home, sleep it off, call her in the morning."

"I wanna talk to her now."

"Finn-"

"Now." He took a step towards Seth, getting right up against his nose.

"Get out of my face, Balor. Go. Home."

"Go," Becky finally managed to find her voice. All three men looked back at her. "Get out of here."

The Demon's face fell, his eyes almost sad, pathetic. Then he looked to Seth and they set ablaze again. "Over him? Him. Of all the jerks in this place, he's the one who replaces me?"

"You even listening to yourself? I'm not trying to-"

"Like hell you're not, Seth. I know ya games, just gonna wait until she trusts ya and thinks it's her idea and then use 'er up and toss 'er to the side. It's what ya do, mate."

Seth flared up at that one, "get out of my room before I make you get out," he growled. He looked back at Sami who was pulling on Finn's arm, trying to wrangle him. "Jesus, put your back into it, Sami!"

Finn pulled his arm off and backed up, "I'll see ya at home, Bex."

The door slammed behind him and Seth turned back towards Becky. She sunk further into the couch.

"Sorry,"

"Don't be. He's drunk and he's being a douche. He get like that a lot? Demand things from you?"

She shook her head, "he's just upset, sometimes he gets a bit aggressive."

"Like that?" he sat down again.

"Yeah, like that."

"But he's never hurt you or-"

"Seth!"

"Don't be offended at the implication, I'm just looking out for you."

"I know. Thank you. But he gets stubborn, not violent, not hurtful."

"Okay. I believe you." He leaned his head back, exhausted, "what was up with him saying 'oh you want him to chase you?'"

"Oh uh, I dunno,"

"Weird way to talk about himself…"

"He's drunk."

"Yeah. I guess."