"Are you sure you wanna go tonight?" Chris asked as she struggled to put on the gold bracelet.

"Put this on for me." She extended her arm. It had answered his question. He nimbly hooked the bracelet so it wouldn't fall off her arm. She smiled at him.

"I thought tonight went all right, don't you?" she asked. He didn't hesitate to nod.

"Yes. Though I'm pretty sure your dad's going to kill you for kissing me in front of the camera and everyone else, you know." He pointed out.

"I don't give a shit." She responded, her voice having a sudden bitter note. Chris frowned at her, but she decided to ignore the look. "I know, I know. But I can't help but be mad, Chris."

"I'm sure he'll come around." He shook his head. "I guess it's just shocking to him or something."

"I was stupid to ask him." She sighed. "I all ready knew he wouldn't understand. He never does."

"Steph—" Chris frowned. Stephanie instantly plastered a smile on her face.

"It's all right." She shook her head. "I have you, don't I?"

"Yup." He winked. "Don't see how that's much of a consolation but hey—whatever floats your boat Steph."

"Do I look all right?" she asked. She had been a little worried about wearing the black dress she had on—it was strapless, and reached down to perhaps her mid-thigh. She had put a see-through black shirt over her arms though, thus getting rid of the whole no-strap deal. Around her neck, as it has been since she got it, was the necklace he had given her.

"You look stunning." He chuckled, kissing her on the forehead. "Makes me look bad."

"God forbid." She raised a brow, and he grinned. "Sometimes I wonder if you're more of a diva then I am."

"Hey, if you got it, flaunt it." He nodded proudly. She rolled her eyes.

"You realize you scare the hell out of me sometimes, right?" he nodded and she grinned. "Good. Just making sure. Let's go."

"Coming." He responded as she dragged him out. I just want to do something to get my mind off of this day. I have a new life, and I don't care if my father hates that fact. I never listened to him anyway.

Jeff, Matt, and Lita were giving them a ride. They were going too, along with quite a few other wrestlers that were going in other cars. Stephanie was friends with almost all the roster now, which was no small feat. Most people hated her before she started showing her true colors. By the time they had gotten there, the club that all together everyone rented out for a night of fun before the bell rang in the new year was filling up quickly. A lot of the wrestlers had bought their friends, it seemed.

"Looking good, Steph." Jeff winked at her when they finally had a chance to talk. The ride there was mostly everyone arguing over how to actually GET to the place.

"Thanks Jeff." She smiled. He was the same old Jeff—with the exception of his pants. They were black. His mass of colored hair was brushed, too, and against his head for once. "Love the hair color."

"Yeah, it's a new color." He beamed. "Hawaiian Sun."

"Sounds—tropical." she laughed.

"When are you going to let me dye your hair, Steph?" he asked innocently. "You'd look great with the strawberry color—"

"Absolutely not. Don't give her ideas, Jeff." Chris suddenly said. He must have been listening in on them.

"What, Chris, you don't like strawberries?" she inquired, smirking.

"Sure I do, just not on your head." He replied, sniggering.

"You two are insane." Jeff finally said. "And coming from me—"

"Do you have a date tonight, Jeff?" Stephanie asked. Jeff stopped short his sentence, nodding proudly.

"Yeah, see, I'm meeting her inside." He beamed.

"Trish?" Stephanie asked.

"How'd you know?" he asked.

"Because she's in back of you." Stephanie laughed. Jeff turned quickly, seeing Trish watching him with a small smile on her face.

"Hey Jeff." She greeted. Stephanie decided to leave them to talking, and leaned against her own date. He let his arm fall around her shoulders.

"How come you don't cuddle with me like that Lita?" she heard Matt ask Lita. She smiled and looked toward them.

"Because you're not sweet and nice like Chris is." She joked.

"Chris? Sweet and nice?" Matt asked, shocked. "Why do I keep missing these things?"

"I heard that Hardy." Chris responded flatly. So he was watching them too.

"You were suppose to, Chrissy." He chuckled lightly. Chris was about to kill him, but then they were let in and Matt disappeared into the crowd. I'm sure he'll get him back later for that Chrissy thing. He hates it when people call him that.

"Pretty hopping party." Stephanie said, nearly screaming. Chris nodded and led her to the side, where the tables were. They managed to grab one of the last few, but unfortunately—

"Ah, if it isn't Stephanie McMahon!" the voice made her jump. She turned her head only slightly to see The Rock sitting at the table right next to theirs. Shit. Of all the freakin' tables in this place, he has to sit here.

She had been purposely staying away from the Rock. After all, he wasn't very social with the people who have always been nice to him. She didn't even want to know what he wanted from her. "Hey Rock." She tried to smile at him when she turned to face him.

"Stephanie, The Rock tends to think you look a little tense—" he replied with a sly grin. "Tell me, did you try the pie here yet?"

"I don't like pie." She responded. She looked to see if Chris was there with her. Then she remembered, she had heard him mumble something about getting drinks for them. Lovely. Marooned at a table with an idiot by me. This is not good.

"Oh really?" he raised a brow. "Well, I'm sure your boyfriend makes pretty good strudel—" She felt her face flush to a bright red color. "Or do you not like strudel, either?" She wasn't sure how to answer that.

"I um—" she stammered. "It's none of your business."

"Rock, what are you doing?" she never knew she would ever be as happy to hear Chris's voice as she did then.

"Just talking to your girl, Chris. Say, do you like pie?" he asked Chris innocently. She groaned.

"Sure, I like pie." He shrugged, sitting down. And he condones this. Ugh, males!

"I have to go to the bathroom." She excused herself, standing up. She quickly got away from them before she heard any more. Sighing, she walked toward the bathroom, getting basically bumped around. She sighed, pushing people out of her way, saying hello to a few. And then she went clunk—right into someone.

"Watch where you're—holy shit!" she backed away, fear instantly crossing her face. No, how the hell did he get in here? Booker T—this is not good.

"Well if it isn't the little princess." He sneered.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded. He smiled.

"Just partying. Looking for you too. How's prostitution nowadays?" he asked, and she felt the anger boiling inside of her.

"Hey, you better take that back." She looked behind her to see Matt standing behind her, with Lita.

"Oh, are these your new friends?" he sneered. "It would figure you would hang out with a freak and a fellow whore—"

"Son of a bitch!" Stephanie gasped as Matt tackled Booker. People around them gave them room as they began fighting like crazy.

"Matt, watch out!" Stephanie cried out. Too late. She watched Matt fall off Booker, holding his head. Glass shards were all around his head. Booker stood up, grinning evilly.

"See what happens when you mess with the Alliance, Stephanie?" he snorted. She glared at him, wanting to help Matt but not being able to pass him.

"What the hell did you do that for, you jackass?" She saw Chris emerge from the crowd. Thank god.

"Oh, look, and it's the whore's favorite customer." He snickered. She only realized then he was plastered.

"I'm not going to fight here." He clenched his teeth at the statement. "But tomorrow—you and me. I'll make you take that back you little bastard—"

Security dragged him away. Both she and Lita went to Matt's side. He was unconscious. So much for partying. She watched Chris run into the crowd, probably going to call for an ambulance.

The memory of the fear she had in the beginning when she left the Alliance had come back. They had set their sights on her again, and now Matt had paid for it. She bit her lip. Would Chris get hurt as well too?