As always, thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed, followed and favourited this story. I can't believe it's nearly reached 500 reviews. Also, to the guest reviewer who was so pissed at the Shield showing up: chill out, bro.


Sunday, August 17, 2014
Chicago, Illinois

Colt was very slowly losing his mind. He was honestly trying to be sympathetic to his best friend, but if he had to watch Punk text Jet one more time, he was going to hurt someone. The texts went in a cycle – text Jet, get upset when she doesn't reply, think texting again will help, get upset… It wasn't helping anyone move on.

"I've had enough of this pity party, you sad sack of shit," Colt finally stated firmly, forcefully lifting Punk off the couch by his collar when he noticed him staring desperately at his phone screen again. "When's the last time you left this house?"

Punk made a half-hearted attempt to shrug him off. "Leave me alone."

"You need to snap out of it, man. I bet she's out there having the time of her life being single again." Colt released his hold on his best friend and took a step back, concerned that he might get punched in the face for that one. Punk barely moved. "It's time for you to do the same. There's a baseball game today, let's go to that."

"Can't you leave me to wallow in peace?"

Colt sighed. "This isn't good for you. I know you're upset but hiding away isn't going to help. She's made it pretty clear she doesn't want to be with you anymore, so it's time for you to get over it. You're still texting her, aren't you?"

Punk's silence was answer enough.

"You gotta stop. You know how desperate you must seem, still texting the girl who hasn't spoken to you in weeks? Besides, have you ever thought that maybe she doesn't text you back because she's really fucking creeped out? If I broke up with someone and they were still texting me three weeks later, I'd get a restraining order."

That hadn't crossed Punk's mind. He thought by keeping in contact she'd realise that he was still thinking about her all the time, and he could maybe convince her to talk. He hadn't considered that maybe his inability to let go had made her even less willing to have anything to do with him.

"I should stop, right?" he sighed.

"Yeah," Colt nodded, glad to finally be getting through. "You'll feel better for it."

Punk nodded slowly, hauling himself up to pull on some shoes. "The baseball could be good," he agreed, somewhat hesitantly. He didn't want to be at Wrigley Field and get a million questions about Jet.

"It'll be great. Come on, get your ass out the door before you change your mind."


Colt was annoying when he was right. It was pretty clear as soon as they made it to Wrigley Field that some time out of the house was exactly what Punk needed. The majority of the fans who approached them were happy with just a photo, and the ones who pushed their luck with trying to ask invasive personal questions were quickly side-tracked by Colt. Punk got to enjoy a relatively uninterrupted Cubs game for the first time in a long while.

"Thanks," Punk muttered as they made their way back through the front of the door to his house. "That was good."

"Yeah, it was!" Colt agreed, a little over-enthusiastically. He grabbed a can of Pepsi from the fridge before heading over to the couch. "So, what happened with Amy? When did she leave?"

"Few days ago. Nothing happened."

Colt rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. What was she even here for? I thought she was going to San Francisco."

"She thought I needed someone to talk to," Punk scoffed. "She never liked Jet, she just wanted to try to prove that she was right."

"Look, don't take this the wrong way, but maybe she was right. I think Jet's a great girl, you know that, but the two of you butted heads so often, it's hardly surprising that it ended like it did. She wants things her way and you want things your way. It's impossible to make you both happy."

"A little bit of compromise goes a long way," Punk muttered to himself. That's all they needed – compromise.

"Yeah, but you two never did that." Colt could almost laugh. His best friend's selective memory was incredible. "It's 'my way or the highway' with both of you. All I'm saying is that this could be for the best." Punk immediately opened his mouth to argue, but was held off by Colt lifting a hand. "I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but who knows what could happen? You could meet the girl you're supposed to be with tomorrow and you won't even think about Jet anymore."

Punk scoffed. "Supposed to be with? Don't start with this fate bullshit, Cabana."

"You know what I mean. Just keep an open mind, yeah? Get out more, enjoy yourself."

Punk nodded slowly, knowing he'd never get Colt off his back unless he agreed. "Sure, I'll give it a go."


Monday, August 18, 2014
Monday Night Raw
Thomas & Mack Center – Las Vegas, Nevada

Jet had been in script re-write meetings all day and was growing to resent that Brock only had to show up when he felt like it. Admittedly, he didn't do a whole lot of speaking so it was only strictly necessary for Jet and Heyman to be present, but she still didn't know how they could rewrite a ten-minute segment nine times. Steph kept shooting her apologetic smiles over the table, so Jet was trying to keep her best face on, but when Kevin Eck started explaining what she had to do again, she had to draw the line.

"I've got it," she told them firmly. "It's really not a lot to remember, I can handle it."

"But – "

"Honestly. She's good," Paul added, looking imploringly at Steph for them to be let go.

"Go on, get out of here," she grinned, almost enjoying the looks of desperation on their faces.

Jet was out of the door before anyone could change their minds. She promised Paul she'd meet up with him and Brock in gorilla before heading back to where she'd left AJ and Nick in catering. Nick had been moping ever since Jet had taken her family back to the airport to head home, bummed at being separated from Seb, his apparent best friend ever.

"I'm so tired," Jet declared by way of announcing her return, dropping down into the chair between the two of them and letting her forehead fall forward onto AJ's hard shoulder. "Ow."

AJ stroked the back of Jet's hair lazily. "Poor you. How was the meeting?"

"Same thing ninety times. They must think I'm an idiot." Jet glanced over at Nick, expecting a sarcastic retort. His full focus was on his phone, probably not even noticing she'd returned from the office yet. "Are you tweeting inappropriate things, Nicholas?"

"Nope," he replied, not looking up. "Texting Seb."

She should have known. "What do you guys even talk about? Like, you disappeared together the entire time he was supposed to be visiting me."

"You wouldn't wanna know," the Show Off smirked. "We just hung out, talked life, the usual."

Jet lifted her eyebrow. "Talked life? What kind of shared life experiences do you two have?"

Nick rolled his eyes. "The shared life experience of being sexy beasts, obviously. I get a lot of attention in my line of work, so does he, and – "

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jet cut across, lifting her head off AJ's shoulder, "You know what he does for a living?"

"Er, yeah."

"What?! He told you but he won't tell me? I'm his twin sister! Come on, what is it?"

Nick grinned widely. "Nope. Not my place to tell."

"Dude, come on. That's cold," AJ laughed.

"I will straight up have sex with you if you tell me."

"Well – "

"As wonderful as it would be to watch you two arrange the bribery of Juliette's body, we have something to do. We have to go speak to Hunter."

Jet made the loudest whining noise she possibly could. "Do we have to?"

"Oh come on, you know we have to talk about what happened with Beadle."

"Do we? I'm content with ignoring it for as long as humanly possible."

AJ stood up, grabbing Jet's hand to drag her along as well. The Brit looked desperately at Nick for help, only to see him waving them off like the asshole she always knew he was. She didn't stop whining until they were outside Hunter's office, listening closely to hear if he was in there with anyone. When all they heard was the clack of keyboard keys, AJ lifted her hand and tapped her knuckles on the wood.

"Come in!"

"Hey boss," AJ smiled, her hand still discreetly gripping Jet's shirt to pull her in too. "You busy?"

"No," he replied, quickly finishing his typing. "What's up?"

AJ nodded at Jet, indicating that it was her turn to speak. "Er, we just wanted to talk about yesterday. The Beadle incident," she clarified.

"Ah." Hunter waved his hands at the chairs on the other side of his desk, then laced his fingers together when they were seated. "I'm sorry you had to deal with someone so disrespectful."

"That's not exactly what we meant."

"We kind of thought you hate us," AJ admitted. Jet blushed when Hunter turned all his attention on her, clearly understanding that 'us' meant 'Juliette'.

He sighed, considering his words carefully. He wasn't going to admit that he'd felt guilty ever since their last London show, when he'd driven the girl to tears. "I know I've been unfair on you. I apologise for that. I hope we can put it all behind us."

Jet nodded eagerly. Nothing sounded better to her than finally addressing the issue and moving on from it. Hunter had been decent to her for a while, but Jet felt infinitely better knowing he was aware that he hadn't exactly been the friendliest company official in the past.

"Of course we can."

"Great. Have you spoken to Steph yet about your script for tonight?"

Jet and AJ both appreciated the calm segue. "Yeah. Everything's ready."

"You coming out at the beginning, or after the photo op?"

"At the beginning. Is that okay? I can side-step the photo, if you want."

"No, no, it'll probably sell it better if you're in the picture," Hunter assured her. "You two should go finish getting ready. Not long until the show starts."

Jet and AJ said their goodbyes and hurried out, still somewhat wary of spending too much time with the boss.

"Told you it would all work out," AJ smirked.

"Is is a coincidence that he's decided he likes me again now that I'm not dating Phil anymore?"

"Normally I'd agree with you, but he was actually being more decent before all that went down. Maybe he did just actually realise he was being a douche."

"Do douches ever realise they're being douches?"

"Let's ask one," AJ muttered, turning her attention pointedly to the end of the corridor.

Jet grimaced as soon as she saw Dave Batista heading in their direction. "Dave," she greeted, hoping her smile looking somewhat genuine. "What are you doing here?"

"Hunter invited me," Dave beamed. "Couldn't say no to an invite to Vegas, right?" He leaned forward to hug Jet tightly, leaving AJ staring distastefully at him.

"Right, of course not." She'd managed to avoid him all week in Los Angeles, and now he was here anyway. It wasn't that she disliked Dave – she still couldn't see what all her friends had against him – but being around him had only ever caused her problems.

"You busy? Got time to catch up or something? It feels like forever."

"It's been, like, three weeks," AJ muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. If Dave heard her, he ignored it.

"Oh, er, I'd love to, but I've got so much to do tonight."

"No worries," he smiled, waving his hand airily. "How about after the show? We can head out on the Strip."

Jet faltered, desperately trying to think quickly about how to turn him down politely. AJ was ready to jump in, always the faster one of them when it came to making up lies, only to be saved from having to by the appearance of Brock Lesnar. He stopped in place when he turned the corner, his mouth turning down into a deep frown. He glanced between Dave's too-smug face, over to AJ's clear disdain, before finally resting on Jet's obviously uncomfortable expression.

"Gotta talk to you. Need to plan for later," Brock stated gruffly, using the tone that told Jet he wasn't in a great mood. He could be the most easy-going guy on the planet most of the time, but he was still the most legitimate badass backstage and she wasn't keen on getting him riled.

"Sorry Dave, duty calls," Jet told him, a little too chipper. "I guess I'll catch you later."

"I'll make sure of it," Dave winked, earning a loud gagging noise from AJ.

Brock laid his hand on Jet's shoulder heavily, leading her away. AJ followed happily along behind them, hoping that Dave had understood the silent message Brock was sending. She knew she liked the Beast for a reason. As soon as they were a comfortable distance away, Brock took his hand off Jet's shoulder and crossed his huge arms across his chest.

"Thanks," Jet smiled.

"You looked like you could use a save. I don't like that guy."

"Join the club," AJ interjected while Jet chuckled lightly.

"Yeah, you're not the first person to tell me that."

Brock had heard plenty about Dave from Heyman, and he didn't appreciate the forty-five year old creeping on the girl he'd come to see as something of a little sister. "Something about him ain't right."

"Everything."

"April," Jet chided. "I know you don't like the guy but the two of you don't need to stand here bad-mouthing him."

"Actually seems like a great way to spend my time," Brock shrugged.

"You, big man, need to come with me so we can hunt Paulie down. We're on soon."

"See ya, Half Pint." Brock ruffled AJ's hair and fist-bumped her, solely for their mutual hatred of Dave Batista. Jet hooked her hand around his elbow, the two of them heading to find their advocate so Jet could get her new programme underway.


When it was time for their segment, all three of them stepped out to Brock's music with Jet in between the two men, each arm through one of theirs. Paul entered the ring first, followed by Brock who held the ropes open for her. She was dressed to the nines, fitting for the crowning of the brand new WWE World Heavyweight Champion. Jet stayed by Brock's side while Hunter brought forward the new title belt with the updated logo. The five of them posed for photos before Paul launched into one of his spectacular promos. Jet turned to face Brock, asking silently if she could check out the new championship. He passed it over, smirking to himself when her arms sunk slightly under the weight.

"Nice," Jet murmured to herself, stroking her fingers over the gems and custom Lesnar plates. She could get used to carrying this thing around.

Brock must have been able to sense her thoughts, immediately holding his hand out for it. She grinned, handing it back over before turning to pay attention to Paul. He had the crowd enraptured, as was standard. When he finished, the Authority prepared to leave, only for Jet to take the microphone from her mentor.

"Hold on, we're not quite finished here," Jet announced, pausing Steph and Hunter in their place. "You see, the three of us have been talking and we realised something. Brock decimated John Cena last night and we all had a blast. When we got backstage last night in the Staples Center, I looked around at the other Divas, and I knew I could decimate them too. So, we were thinking that it would be an absolutely brilliant idea if our dear Authority make me the number one contender for the Divas Championship, and I'll go ahead and prove just how superior the Heyman clients really are."

The crowd were supposed to be booing her, yet the suggestion of Jet becoming number one contender drew loud cheers. She half-smiled to herself, shrugging at Brock.

"Number one contender? Jet, we already have a number one contender."

Jet tutted. "Well, that's a shame. Brock did think it was such a good idea. Isn't that right, big man?"

Brock nodded, a slightly menacing smile passing over his face.

"Do you really want to disappoint your brand new WWE World Heavyweight Champion? I think we all know what's best for everyone in this situation." The underlying threat was obvious to the crowd.

Steph glanced between the three of them, a look of deep consideration on her face. "I'll think about it."

"You do that."

Steph and Jet held a stare down for a few moments, before Jet winked and stepped through the ropes. She left with Brock and Paul to cheers surrounding her, and couldn't resist letting a small smirk cross her face.


Jet had barely had any time to find Jon and ask what his special Vegas plans were, especially seeing as he was busy getting his head driven through cinder blocks. She thought they could talk quietly in gorilla without gathering too much attention, but that was before Hunter and Dave appeared, laughing loudly together. Dave's eyes zeroed in on where Jet was waiting patiently, and he winked at Hunter.

"Hey Jet, you were awesome out there earlier."

"Oh, er, thanks."

"So, how about the Strip? You're done for the night, right?"

Jet glanced around, but AJ and Brock were nowhere in sight to save her. "I'm not sure. I mean, they might need something else."

"Nah, you're finished," Hunter smiled, looking pretty proud of himself. "You kids go have a good time."

"Great…" Jet forced a smile. She couldn't do anything but let Dave lead her out of the arena to his waiting rental car and listen to him explain in excited detail how they'd have a great night. To her, a night at Jon's apartment with him sounded better than a night in the Bellagio with Dave.

"I thought we could see that Cirque de Soleil show they have, but it's no on Mondays."

"I don't like circus things anyway," Jet shrugged. "They make me nervous. I always think someone's gonna die."

"That's cute," Dave smiled.

A moment later he laid his hand completely casually on Jet's thigh, just up from her knee. She scooted further across towards the window but he couldn't seem to take a hint. She twisted her body so his hand fell away and he retracted it without even looking at her. Jet pulled her phone from her pocket and opened her messages, sending the first to AJ:

Hunter facilitated my kidnap. Dave's taking me to the Bellagio apparently. I'm fine, but just make sure I get back in one piece, yeah?

AJ didn't even take a full ten seconds to reply. Jet got the feeling she'd been waiting for her to spill where she had disappeared to. Thought you were with Jon. This is infinitely worse. Want me to come save you?

Jet considered it. She'd love to get the quick save and not have to spend most of her night in the casino bar, but AJ was undoubtedly tired. Besides, maybe Dave would finally figure out during the night that she had zero interest in him like that. They'd probably laugh about it in the morning.

No, thanks. I probably won't be long anyway.

She could practically see AJ's uncertainty through her reply: Alright… Call if you need me.

She closed out that message thread, opening up a the one to Jon. He wasn't the most technologically proficient person on Earth, but he had made something of an effort to really figure out his iPhone. She'd even put the emoji keyboard on there for him, not that he used it at all. He complained that his thumbs were too big for the tiny letters on his screen, but he at least sent her back a reply whenever she sent him one.

I'm sorry, Dave and Hunter seem to have conspired to get me out to the Bellagio. I guess your Vegas plans will have to wait. How about Phoenix plans instead?

Jon took a much longer stretch of time to reply than AJ, probably taking several moments to even open the text. Jet was forced to turn her attention back to Dave for a little while, listening to his idle chat about his possibility of being the next James Bond villain. Her phone finally buzzed again, and she smiled at seeing his name on her screen. Getting a text from him always felt like an accomplishment.

Phoenix sounds good. Just saw Half Pint tell Lesnar where you are and I'm pretty sure he wants to get his hands on Dave. If you need a rescue, let me know.

Jet smiled again; that was sweet. She was still somewhat surprised every time he did something like that, especially given his reputation. In truth, he was just rough around the edges, likely as a defensive mechanism brought on by his less than ideal family life. She had her own walls, they could understand each other there. Maybe that was why nothing had worked out when Corey had tried to set her up with Devitt; she needed someone who understood.

Please try to keep Brock from going homicidal. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, unless that rescue is necessary.

She attached the big smiley face emoji, knowing he'd roll his eyes at it. She pushed her phone back into her pocket, hoping this night would be over as quickly as possible.


In all honesty, the Bellagio hadn't been so bad. Dave had been relatively well behaved and Jet had picked up some solid winnings on the roulette table. The two of them had relocated to the bar almost an hour ago, but Jet was deliberately avoiding having too much to drink. It wasn't that she didn't trust Dave, but she was known to do stupid things when she was not entirely sober and that could only end badly.

"So, you getting the title?" Dave asked after a swig of his beer. He knew her well enough to know wrestling talk was the best way to get her engaged.

"Don't know yet. They're aiming for a Fatal Fourway at Night of Champions but haven't decided on the winner." She finished off the last of her rum and Coke, setting the glass carefully on the table.

"Another?"

"Nah, I'll wait a while. Got a show tomorrow, I shouldn't have too much."

"You can sleep it off," he smiled. "Plenty of time before Smackdown. I'll go get you another."

Before Jet could argue, Dave had made his way back to the bar. She sighed but figured she would just sip at it until she could make excuses to head back to the hotel. While she was contemplating the best reason to give Dave, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She expected it to be Jon or AJ; one likely complaining he was horny, and the other checking she was still alive. Instead, 'Phil' was displayed on the screen. She paused for a moment before sliding her thumb across to read what he had to say.

I've been thinking for two days how to say this. Colt's right, I need to stop. Not letting go isn't good for either of us. I'm going to let you get on with your life, and I'm going to get on with mine. I'll always love you Juliette, but this is for the best.

Jet stared at the screen blankly for a few moments, trying to process the words. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't noticed his lack of texts over the past couple of days. She had come to expect them. Going without them set up nerves in her stomach to the point that she almost text him to check he was okay. She didn't have to now, he had decided to stop and move on. That was good. It was good for both of them. Jet thought if she said that enough if might convince her it was true. Instead, it just made her chest hurt all over again.

"You okay?"

Jet swallowed heavily, quickly wiping at the wetness in her eyes. She smiled up at Dave and nodded. "I'm fine. Just waiting on that drink."

Over the next couple of hours, Dave became pretty impressed by Jet's ability to throw back her own weight in alcohol. As soon as he'd set her drink down on the table, she downed almost the entire thing. Dave and the barman had kept up a solid stream for her since then. By the time she'd finished her ninth, her mouth had started running, blabbering all kinds of things at Dave. He couldn't even piece most of her drunken ramblings together. He set his hand lightly on her shoulder when she finished another glass, turning her slightly to face him.

"Come on, what's going on? You drank that first drink slow as anything, now you're throwing 'em back like they're going out of fashion."

"Nothin'," she muttered, staring into the bottom of the glass as if she expected it to refill itself.

"Something happened. Come on kiddo, tell me."

Jet looked up into his face, her lip wobbling with the threat of tears. "Phil," she explained quietly.

"Ah, of course. What's that jackass done now?"

Jet shoved the open text under Dave's eyes, letting him read it quickly. "He's done with me. I'm s'posed to be happy but I miss him and it's all so stupid." Her tears were dripping down her cheeks without Jet even noticing. Dave wiped them gently with his thumb.

"Don't worry about him. You guys broke up, you don't need him."

"I do!" Jet wailed. She would have never dreamed of crying and yelling in public if she wasn't so drunk. "I shouldn't have broken up with him, he was right. I do have baggage, but that's not my fault, right? I didn't ask for all that, it just happened, but it's not my fault."

She looked up at Dave as if she was desperate for him to assure her that whatever it was wasn't her fault. "What didn't you ask for?"

"I never asked for him, never asked for him to hate me. I tried so hard, always wanted to make him happy, but it wasn't good enough anyway. He hurt me so much and there wasn't anything I could do about it, but it wasn't my fault." Jet was stumbling over her words, repeating the old mantra of not your fault that Corey had taught her.

Dave was so lost. He thought she had just been rambling but now she was clearly on something that mattered a great deal to her. "Who hurt you, sweetheart? What happened?"

"Kurt," she mumbled, fiddling with the sleeve of her dress. When she looked back up at him, she looked just like a scared child. "Don't know what I did, but he hurt me. Made me do things I didn't want to do, and hit me anyway. Maybe it was my fault."

Dave didn't know what to say. Everything clicked into place and he could only gape at Jet. She went back to fiddling with her clothes, heaving deep breaths through her tears. The kid had been in an abusive relationship and everything suddenly made sense to Dave. No wonder she shifted under his hands, or hadn't taken him up on any of the unspoken offers. She was just cautious and worried. Before he could say anything to let her know that he understood, she was mumbling again.

"Phil will change his mind, right? He won't want to move on, will he? He'll come back."

"He's not coming back," Dave replied gently, hoping that was true. Punk needed to stay out of the way. "You two are over. You ended it," he reminded her.

"Didn't want to. Had to."

Dave was all ready to assure Jet that she had done the right thing, that he could be better for her than Punk ever was. He would have let it all out if not for the big frame of a man suddenly standing right next to their booth.


When Colby and Joe had realised Jon didn't have plans with Jet anymore, they invited him out with the two of them. They had been planning on hitting the Strip anyway, so when Jon suggested the Bellagio they easily agreed. It wasn't that Jon was deliberately following Jet, he just didn't trust Dave to be alone with her. If AJ didn't trust the guy, it was for a good reason. Seeing Brock's reaction to the development was enough to tell Jon that someone should go check on her.

Joe and Colby probably gambled a little more money than was strictly sensible, but Jon was much more focused on twisting around in his seat every now and then to look through the glass separating the game floor with the bar. He could see Jet and Dave through it, sitting close together. Jet seemed to be throwing her drinks back pretty fast, but she was a grown women so Jon let her get on with it. She still looked like she was doing okay.

"You gonna bet or what?"

Jon snapped his head back around to stare blankly at Colby. "What?"

"Call, bet or fold," he elaborated, nodding his hand at the cards in Jon's hand.

He hadn't been paying any attention to the game of Texas Hold 'Em at all. "Er, fold," he shrugged, tossing his cards.

Colby and Joe quickly finished out the hand before leaving the table, dragging Jon with them over to the roulette table. His focus was completely gone again, drawing a long sigh from Colby.

"What is going on with you? You're the one who wanted to come here and now you can't even concentrate."

"Nothing's going on," he shrugged, subconsciously glancing back over his shoulder. Joe and Colby followed his eyes, their own falling on Jet and Dave.

"Are you serious?" Joe huffed. "I know you're sleeping with the girl, but you're stalking her now too?"

"I'm not stalking her," Jon protested immediately. "You can't tell me you trust that guy."

"Of course I don't, but that's not the point. If you wanted to come check on her, why didn't you just say so?" Colby asked.

"Because you'd have got all fucking smug like you do. I ain't doing nothing special, just checking the dude doesn't drug her and take her to a chapel or something."

Colby was smiling like a smug asshole anyway. He had made it quite clear that he thought Jon had feelings for Jet beyond that of sexual attraction. "You wanna look after her, you can admit that."

"Dude, don't fucking start. I'm just – shit, is she crying?"

Jon's ex-stablemates turned to stare at Jet through the class, seeing her facing down towards the table. They watched her hold her phone in front of Dave's face, definitely confused about what was going on. Within a few moments it became clear that she was crying. Jon was about to ask them what he should do when Joe got to his feet and immediately made his way into the bar.

"Should I go with him?"

"Nah, let him handle it," Colby advised. Joe was the go-to guy for things like this considering his experience as a father.

Joe froze when he was within eyesight of Jet and Dave, stunned at how awful she looked. It had been clear from out on the game floor that something was wrong but it wasn't until he could see her face properly that he realised she was such a state. Dave looked something between shocked and pleased, and was getting ready to open his mouth when Joe stepped up to their booth, smiling broadly.

"Hey, fancy seeing you guys here!" he declared over-enthusiastically. He was trying to make eye contact with Jet but hers were completely out of focus. "Hey, you okay?" he asked her, abandoning all effort at pleasantries.

"She's fine," Dave smiled. "Just having a bit of a tough night."

"She needs to go back to AJ then," Joe stated firmly, holding his hand out to Jet.

"AJ isn't her mother."

"I wanna go back," Jet countered, sliding her much smaller hand into Joe's. "You gonna take me back?"

"Of course I will, baby girl. Come on."

Joe didn't bother saying goodbye to Dave, preferring to just swoop Jet out of the casino and get her back to AJ. Jon stood up to accompany them, but Joe shook his head quickly. He knew Jet wouldn't want everyone seeing her like this. Jon re-took his seat beside Colby and let Joe deal with the situation, instead focusing all his attention on where Dave was finishing his beer. The big man set his empty bottle down and leaned back in the booth, contemplating his new information and what to do with it.


Drunk Jet is a blabbing Jet. So, Dave knows and still totally doesn't understand anything. Next chapter will be the first bit of face-to-face contact Jet and Punk have since their breakup, so prepare yourselves.

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