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'My Girlfriend's a dick magnet My Girlfriend's gotta have it
She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots, Tip the man he'll
Ring the bell, get her drunk she'll scream like hell.
Dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town.'

Bad Girlfriend- Theory of a Deadman

"And you wonder why I didn't want to stay here with you and the animals you call your friends," Carla droned on as she squirted a mound of moisturiser into her hand before smearing it across her face indulgently. Her raven curls were scraped back tightly and her caramel skin was glowing. "I was completely right to hop on a plane at the first sight of your brothers," she spat the word. "And their whores."

"Hey," Roman growled. "That's enough."

Carla stared at him angrily before continuing as if she wasn't interrupted. "The only mistake I made was not taking Tia with me."

"Oh you'd love that wouldn't you," Roman began yanking his T-shirt over his head and throwing it roughly into the hamper before slipping between the thin sheets. "Keep my baby away from me more than she already is."

Carla pulled one of the decorative cushions from her side and placed it gently by the side of the bed. "It's your choice to be away from us so much."

Roman stared at her frowning infuriated at himself. Why did he have to say that, when he knew her instant reply would be to do with his job?

"Us now, is it? As if you want me around here? You're ecstatic when I'm on the road."

Carla stared at him dumbstruck. "We've been together since high school, I love you Rome." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself. Carla turned and flicked the lamp off drenching the room in darkness. "You know that."

Letting out a deep sigh Roman turned so that he and Carla were back to back. "I know," he grumbled into his pillow, trying to convince himself. They laid in darkness for what seemed like hours before Roman spoke up again. "You going to fly out with me for Wrestlemania?"

"Oh," Carla said softly. "I forgot to tell you, if I come out I'm going to miss three Pilate's classes. So I'm going to have to give it a miss."

Roman was shocked by himself. Instead of being furious with her for missing the biggest event of the year over a few Pilates classes, Roman found himself secretly happy that she wasn't going and that her absence would give him a spare ticket.

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Lexie sat twirling her tumbling raven locks listening to the powerful engines of the plane. A boring romantic comedy played on the small screen in front of her though she barely heard any of the dialogue that whispered through speakers into her ears.

Why was she even heading to New Orleans? She understood why Seth wanted her there when they were together, but now, she felt like the annoying ex that was stalking him. That's what all of his friends would think, she was sure of it.

Maybe she'd make a sign saying 'he bullied me into coming' and wear it around her neck. Maybe she'd chicken out and get on the first flight back to Vegas once they landed.

Suddenly her headphones were pulled roughly from her ears.

"Ouch. Pregnant lady you know!" She scolded.

Jamie laughed. "Please, you can't keep using that excuse." The swelling around her eye had gone down considerably and the cut on her lip was starting to heal. Her make-up was heavy to cover the bruising and she'd kept her extensions out leaving her with a shaggy sheek pink bob. "What's up sugurpuff?"

"Nothing," Lexie looked back and forth guiltily.

Jamie frowned at her and pursed her lips. "You're twirling your hair, and the last I knew you weren't afraid of flying, so spill."

Lexie let out a sigh that seemed to go on for seconds before she turned in her seat so that she was facing Jamie. She sat on the end seat of the middle row of four seats, Jamie sat next to her and there were two empty seats that Dean and Sammy had been sitting in when they'd taken off. Across the aisle Seth slept peacefully next to a businessman.

"You don't think it's a little weird he went on and on until I agreed to come?" She began twirling her hair again. "I mean like after dumping me."

"I don't know," Jamie shrugged her shoulders. "These wrestling men are fools that cannot be worked out." Jamie kicked her heels off and curled her feet under her. "First Seth is a complete and utter idiot for ending things with you, and I'm telling you now he will come crawling back. I don't even understand his logic and believe me if you weren't carrying his spawn I would kill him," Lexie smiled at her friend. "Seriously. They would never find his body," Jamie said seriously before breaking into a smile. "And Dean's just a dick in general, and Roman," she paused.

"You're blushing," Lexie pointed out.

Jamie smiled shyly into her lap for a second. "Shut up bitch! As I was saying," she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I have no idea why Roman invited me?!"

Lexie raised her eyebrows knowingly.

"I get that he had a spare ticket, but surely he had closer friends he could have invited. I mean Wrestlemania's a big deal," Lexie's eyebrows rose higher. "Or so I'm told," Jamie continued nonchalantly.

"Maybe he heard what happened with douchey-mcdouche-husband and felt sorry for you," Jamie's smile fell. "I'm kidding. He invited you because he likes you."

Jamie sat silently while Lexie dug in her bag and pulled out a magazine.

"Well we are bro's," Jamie said casually.

Lexie flicked through her magazine. "Sure, bro's," her voice dripped with sarcasm.

They both sat in silence for the next few minutes, Lexie flicking absent minded through her magazine and Jamie fiddling with a strand of cotton from her vest. They were both lost in their thoughts each thinking about their individual worries, though they both snapped their heads up as Sammy began shuffling into her seat.

Sammy's blonde locks were tousled and her cheeks had a light blush across them. She wore a long maxi dress and unconsciously adjusted it as she moved.

"And where have you been?" Lexie asked accusingly with a huge white smile, her gap between her two front teeth showing.

"Bathroom," Sammy muttered as she sat down just as Dean slipped into the seat beside her with the top button of his jeans and his belt undone.

Lexie and Jamie looked down at Dean's crotch and back up again.

"You smell like a cum-bucket," Jamie said sweetly to Sammy. "And on a public mode of transportation as well, I thought better of you." She smiled even wider at her best friend. "Dean I'm talking about you, I always knew Sammy was a slutty scab," she laughed loudly as her blonde friend punched her in the arm playfully. "Owww! Heel!"

As Jamie and Lexie giggled like children Sammy turned to Dean."Tell me why Roman invited her again?" She pointed her thumb over her shoulder at Jamie.

"Hey!" Jamie interrupted. "Maybe because I'm great?"

Sammy ignored her with a smile as Dean replied. "I've been asking myself the same question since he invited this asshole."

Jamie cackled. "Love you too, Deany," she mocked.

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Dean grumbled a laugh out whilst a cigarette hung loosely from his lips, his hair was freshly washed and a red cut glistened across his eyebrow. He smiled before taking a deep drag of his smoke, choking back a bark of a laugh at something Drake Younger said about a passing ring rat.

His eyes flicked to Scotty Vortekz and to Sami Callihan knowing that they were in for a good night. It was a rarity these days, with how busy they all were but when they got together they always made the most of it.

Dean knew it was going to be a wild night and would probably end up in more than one of them in a pool of blood and vomit.

He couldn't wait to get the night started.

It had taken a while after the two men fighting, but Dean and Drake were back to being as close as they had been before their brawl and Drake grabbing Sammy. Sammy still wasn't a big fan of Drakes.

Stubbing out his cigarette he let his cold eyes follow Drake's dark ones to find Daniel Bryan walking by staring angrily at Dean.

"The fuck's he looking at?" Drake spat.

Callihan and Scotty both turned to look in the direction of Daniel who had now stopped and was talking to some road agent.

"Seriously, the fuck is he looking at," Drake yelled loudly, his eyes attached on Daniel who's grey eyes were flicking over to the group of friends. "I'm going to knock his teeth out now-"

"It's me he's staring at," Dean said. "He's Sammy's brother."

"You kept that one quiet," Scotty said.

Drake smiled widely looking back between Dean and Daniel, sensing the bad blood. "Would have thought you'd have mentioned it, bro."

They looked at Callihan waiting for his response but he just shrugged his shoulders. "What? It's old news to me. I was there the night they first hooked up," Callihan shrugged his shoulders once again as Dean lit up another cigarette. "She wanted me first, but I turned her down," he said casually with a shrug of hi shoulders.

Dean let out a grumble of a laugh as Daniel and the road agent turned to look at him as they spoke. Daniel was smiling widely and the road agent was laughing. They were taunting him, he could feel it.

He desperately wanted to go over there and rip his ugly head off and kick it around the car park like a football, he wanted to beat him down into the ground and then bend over and laugh in his face. Dean couldn't stand him, just him being around infuriated him, and now he was meant to just stand there whilst he blatantly laughed at him?

He couldn't do that, but he didn't want to listen to Sammy complain that he'd hurt her precious brother either.

Dean had to wait for his match with him for that.

He smirked as he decided that he'd taunt that fucker right back and give him a taste of his own sweet medicine.

"Hey Daniel," he yelled loudly grabbing his attention. His friends stared at him questioningly. "Want to come down to the strip club with us? I hear Sammy's giving a great show," he smirked at the smaller man.

Daniel's lip curled in disgust and he looked like he was going to say something before he deliberately closed his mouth and stormed away.

Laughing at the fact he'd riled Daniel up Dean watched happily as his girlfriend's brother stormed away.

"He got burned," Callihan said sniggering like a child.

"Well I don't know about you," Drake began speaking loudly slapping Dean on the shoulder. "But heading down to that strip club is the best idea you've ever had."

Dean's face dropped, before he regained his composure and forced a smile back on his face.

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"Hey Dean," Lexie spoke quickly own the phone, her head sagging from the weight of Jamie's slumping body. "Could you come give me a hand bringing-"

Suddenly a hand appeared buried within Lexie's raven curls. "Is that my man? Give me the phone," Sammy yelled loudly as they entered the hotel lobby. "I loveeeeeeeeee yooooooooou!"

"A little help Dean," Lexie muttered hanging up and continued to make their way inside.

The Shield had had to go to a WWE axxess event all day, so Sammy and Jamie had decided to go for a drink. Not being able to drink Lexie hadn't wanted to join them, just wanting to chill out in the hotel room, maybe watch a movie and order room service, but they had bullied her into joining them, promising it would only be one drink. But instead she'd ended up babysitting the drunken idiots.

Sammy laughed loudly as she fell through the revolving door, staggering forward and landing on her knees. Her black dress rode up revealing the creaminess of her behind; Lexie turned her head to see Eva Marie and JoJo watching with huge smiles as they sniggered loudly.

"Sammy," Lexie whined slumping Jamie's drunken body into a hotel lobby chair before dashing over to her blonde friend. Sammy rolled over, still laughing, her dress raising to show the front of her pink underwear.

"I'm going to be sick," Jamie wailed from her chair.

Lexie chanced a glance at her before beginning to yank Sammy to her feet. She wasn't helping and just kept falling back to the floor. "You're simply the best," she began singing on the top of her voice, her fingers pointing in the air. "Better than all the rest," she drawled kicking the air to an imaginary beat.

A member of the concierge suddenly appeared by Lexie's side. "Do you need any-"

"Better than anyyyyyyyyyyoneee-"

"-help?" He said stiffly.

"I've got help coming."

"But you see we have some very distinguished guests staying at the moment-"

"Anyone I've everrrrrrrr met-"

The elevator pinged and out strode Dean, Seth and Roman. Dean's eyes were locked on Sammy's singing form, her dress riding higher and higher.

Seth's brown eyes surveyed the whole lobby as Roman smiled to himself as he watched Jamie place her head between her legs and began retching loudly.

"Yeah, I don't need your help," Lexie interrupted the man from concierge as Dean pushed his way past him.

He bent down and began yanking Sammy roughly to her feet, a crease etched between his eyes and his lips pressed together in a firm line.

"Deeeeeaaaaaaaan," she screamed, her voice echoing through the lobby. He pulled her to her feet and pulled her dress back down so that it covered her again. "I love yoooooo," she said stumbling slightly as she tried to place her hand on his cheek.

Steadying her he opened his mouth to speak only for her finger to smash against it.

"Shhhhhhhhh!" She said her eyes glassy. "It's late, you'll wake," hiccup, "everyone," hiccup, "up."

He smirked down at her. "I have to sleep now," she tried to lay back down on the floor but Dean wrapped his arms around her holding her to him.

"I don't think so, blondie," he started to gently guide her to the elevator.

"But I'm tired," she whined dragging her feet. "Just leave me here, I won't tell anyone." She began pointing to a large planted pot. "I'll sleep there, nobody'll ever know I'm there," she giggled to herself as Dean pushed her into the elevator.

Lexie picked up Sammy's bag off the floor as Roman scooped Jamie up into his arms bridal style as they followed Dean and Sammy.

Jamie's pink haired head fell back and she snored lightly.

"I'll so be telling her she was snoring tomorrow," Lexie said as Seth placed a hand on her lower back, softly guiding her to the elevator.

"Are you okay?" Seth asked, one hand on his hip. "How are you feeling? You didn't drink, right?"

Lexie's eyes widened dramatically and a light blush crawled over her cheeks. "I'm fine, I'm just a little hungry and no of course I didn't drink. Jeez."

"You want to go and get something to eat?" Seth asked, running a hand gently over her arm.

As his fingers dropped from her skin Lexie found herself rubbing her own delicate fingers across her searing flesh. "I better not. I think I need to stay in and keep an eye on," she nodded across to Jamie.

Roman smiled down at Jamie who was obviously semi-conscious and was twirling a piece of Roman's hair around her finger absent minded.

"I'm sure Roman will keep an eye on her," Seth said. "Let's go for dinner, you know you want to."

Lexie wanted to slap him. Didn't he realise how he was playing with her feelings? First begging he to come out to Wrestlemania, then always touching her and then wanting to go out for dinner, just the two of them? She knew he was only trying to be a good friend to her, but she still liked him and he was just making it harder for her to forget her feelings for him.

"You have pretty hair," Jamie swooned.

"I don't want to," Lexie mumbled getting off the elevator and making her way to her room.

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A heavy curtain of smoke veiled the room and flirtatious music played through the speakers as Dean and his friends entered the seedy strip club. Dean's eyes scanned the club as they made their way to an empty table next to the stage.

The stage was long and a dusty black, it had various runways off the main stage leading to tables along the front so that different girls could give an almost table dance to different paying customers at the same time.

As Dean shrugged off his jacket a waitress in a skin tight white vest made her way over to them and took their orders quickly, her hips sashaying to the music as she made a note of the drinks.

"Fuck!" Callihan said excitedly. "I love strip clubs!"

Scotty slapped his hand in agreement.

Their drinks arrived just as a dancer wearing a little black G-string and who had matching raven poker straight hair began to dance her way down the runway that ended in front of their table.

Drake, Scotty and Callihan all leaned back within their seats enjoying his view of the pretty woman, though Dean sat upright his eyes unintentionally scanning the room.

As much as he wanted to enjoy the view of the long smooth body of the buxom dancer, his eyes kept wondering in search of Sammy.

Since she'd gone on the road with him, he hadn't stepped foot in a s trip club she was working. Not sure how he'd react to her dancing nude in front of other men.

He internally punched himself for saying they were coming here, even if it did wind Daniel up.

He'd be okay, he told himself. It's not like he didn't know what she did.

Forcing himself he locked his eyes on the dancer as he placed his beer to his lips. Dean watched as the dancer writhed in front of him, her arms swaying around her and her ass grinded the air.

He was actually beginning to enjoy himself when a shock of blonde hair caught his attention across the stage. As his eyes drifted to the other side of the room his jaw instantly locked as he saw Sammy crawling seductively down the stage towards a group of sleazy looking men.

She wore a matching white bra and panties set, and he swallowed hard realising she'd worn it for him just days before. Her body was almost feline like as she crawled towards then men and she chewed gum lazily blowing bubbles towards her customers.

"Is that Sammy?" Drake groused, his eyes following Dean. "Shit, she's looking good man." He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he slapped Dean on the shoulder appreciatively.

Dean could feel his hand rubbing aggressively across his shoulder as he watched one of the men, an older man with a beard and a trucker style hat on lean over the stage, a pile of green notes between his teeth.

Sammy crawled over to him, her head low and her ass high and she leaned forward and bit down on the edge of the note pulling it from the stranger's mouth.

It was too much.

Dean stood quickly causing the table to crash to the floor, their drinks spilling everywhere and for all of the dancers to look his way. Including Sammy.

She stared dumbstruck, pulling the notes from her lips as Dean turned and stormed from the club.

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