Becky was a woman who liked her sleep. She worked hard every day to be the best which included working out, busting her ass in matches and being strong willed enough to keep fighting when things looked bleak and she deserved her damn beauty sleep thank you very much. The other thing is that people who could contact her knew that about her, including those in corporate. There was no damn reason someone should be calling her on a day off at midnight, especially when she was laying in a hotel in Vegas after having a lazy day, if you count only going to the gym once lazy, with her friends.
Yet the buzzing continued and she blindly reached over to the bedside table to shut it off. She looked at the caller ID and groaned. She slid the green button across and mumbled through the speaker. "What?" All she heard on the other end of the call was several bouts of giggles and she growled. "Ambrose you have three seconds to tell me why, on God's green earth, you thought it was a good idea to wake me up."
"Becky! So, can you come over?" Dean sounded almost drunk, but he wasn't slurring any of his words, and Becky groaned.
"Dean you saw me like four hours ago. I'm sure this can wait until a livable hour."
"No, wait, you need to come over. We need a friend here and we want you."
"Oh my God, Dean! What is so damn important?"
"Well the minister is already here and we need a witness real quick so we can make it official. Oh yeah! Almost forgot, Renee and me are getting married! See you in twenty minutes. See you there, bye!"
Becky had never rocketed out of bed quicker than she did then. "You're what!?" There was obviously no answer as that bastard had hung up before she could process what he'd said, but the person in the room next to hers didn't appreciate her volume and banged on the wall for her to shut up.
She barely paid attention to that as she stumbled blindly around her room in search of any pants and her jacket before running down to the lobby for the taxi she called. She told the cab driver he'd get an extra twenty if he got her to Dean's house in the next ten minutes and the man gassed it until he was parked in front of the house. Becky basically threw the money at him, which he probably didn't appreciate, but this was Vegas so he was used to weird people. And Becky almost kicked the door down in her hurry before sliding into the room with a loud yell. "STOP EVERYTHING!"
Dean and Renee were there in their pajamas, along with a man that Becky didn't recognize, and they all stared at her. She knew she looked like a mess but Dean and Renee's mess was what she was here to stop. "What the hell do you two think you're doing?"
"Getting married? C'mon Irish, you have to be our witness, being our best friend and everything." Dean looked completely at ease, with a big smile and was almost bouncing on his feet. Becky looked to Renee, the usual voice of reason, but she didn't look much different, clutching onto Dean's hand. "You remember that I told you we got a marriage license a while ago?"
"I didn't think you were serious! I figured you'd propose and plan and… plan!"
Renee spoke up, "Well, we aren't, and this is Pastor Pete over here and once you process this in anyway that you need to we can get started." Pete feebly looked to her and awkwardly waved.
Apparently, processing to Becky was staring at both of her best friends with an almost unblinking stare as her mind raced through all the ways that this could go wrong, or at least, how strange this was, but after several minutes, she came to the conclusion that this was exactly what she expected Dean and Renee to do. So, she stood up, hugged them both and punched Dean for waking her up before taking a seat on their couch to watch, choosing to be happy for them instead of trying to convince them otherwise. Sure, this would probably make a ton of people freak out, and now that Renee and Dean were on Total Divas, WWE might be angry at them for having it where they couldn't make money from it, but seeing how happy they were made it all worth it to Becky even if she got in trouble with them.
Pastor Pete cleared his throat and began to do the ceremony, but it was Renee who cut in before he got too far, without even looking at the pastor, for him to give them the shortest possible ceremony. The man looked annoyed, but cleared his throat again and started out at the place where Becky was familiar from all the romantic movies she used to watch.
"Do you, Dean Ambrose, take Renee Young to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Dean smiled, not a smirk like usual, but like a puppy in love, and nodded. "I do."
"And do you Renee, take Dean to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Absolutely." Renee seemed to be almost vibrating in place, and Becky had to bite her lip to keep from squealing at how cute this was.
"And does the witness have any reason for these two not to be wed?"
Everyone looked to Becky, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. She didn't know that she'd be asked anything and couldn't seem to formulate any response. Oddly enough it was Dean who saved her from further embarrassment.
"If you were ever secretly in love with me, Irish, now would be the time to speak up." Dean grinned wolfishly, causing Becky and Renee to glare at him. Becky paused a moment and turned to Renee.
"You just make sure that you call me when this goes in the toilet, babe."
Renee threw her head back and laughed, while Dean simply pouted. Renee finally quieted down and patted his shoulder telling him not to worry. Once he was pacified, Renee shot her a look over Dean's shoulder and gave her a subtle thumbs up that had Becky giggling.
Pastor Pete seemed to be in a better mood after the joking and smiled at them all. "Then by the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, I pronounce you man and wife."
Becky clapped, and made enough noise to make Dean and Renee think they were getting married in front of the whole locker room. Renee giggled and looped her arms around Dean's neck as he leaned her back to kiss her soundly. Becky continued to clap as Renee and Dean continued to make out. She sighed after a full minute, her joy fading to exasperation, and turned to Pete. "You know, we might as well get out of here. This could go on for a while and trust me they're just getting started when they get like this."
She didn't feel too bad about leaving them, knowing she'd be back tomorrow to celebrate with them and take pictures of Renee's huge ass ring and all that after they got all the sex out of their system, that Becky was actively not thinking about. And as she took another cab back to the hotel she couldn't help but grin at how surreal it all felt. She'd been there for the start of their relationship and now here she was at their midnight, DIY wedding ceremony. It'd been a crazy rollercoaster, but if she'd learned anything from her friendship with those two is that sometimes the unexpected and weird way to do things was the more fun way, and in the end, there is no one she'd rather have interrupt her sleep.