After the show Dave went back to the hotel. He found Danielle asleep on the bed. He dropped his bag on the floor, and walked over to his sleeping wife. He covered her with some blankets and kissed her forehead. She stirred in her sleep and began to wake up.

"Hi" He smiled.

"Hi" She echoed, sitting up. She had a killer head ache.

"I'll turn the light back off if you like" He said, knowing it was aggravating her hangover. He had seen her enough times to know when she was hung-over with out even asking.

"Thanks" He turned the main light off and turned on a dimmer lamp on the desk. "Good show?" She asked.

"It was alright" She smiled slightly, even though there was nothing to particular to smile about.

"Where did you go?"

"You know where I went" he nodded.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault"

"Yes" She agreed. He sat down on the bed next to her. Danielle kept her eyes fixed on the wall in front of her. "Why have you started drinking again?"

"You hurt me, alcohol numbs the pain" She stated like it was simple.

"I never meant to hurt you" He said placing his hand on her leg. Danielle quickly pulled it away from him. "I'm so sorry" Danielle refused to look at him. "I love you." She snapped her head around.

"When why the fuck did you do it?" He looked down at his hands.

"I was drunk. I don't even remember it. I'm so sorry." Danielle laughed.

"That's a fucking awesome excuse Dave!" She said spitefully, "I was an alcoholic for the first five years of our relationship, I was drunk every day and night! But I managed to stay off my back!" She shouted.

"I know!" He shouted back

"And do you know why? Because I loved you!"

"Yes I know, I know! And I love you!" He was still shouting.

"So what's the real reason then?" She asked, the tears were welling up in her eyes again. It seemed like all she had done for the last two days was cry.

"I don't know, there is no real reason. I just missed you I guess, I missed being close to you."

"So this is my fault." She stated.

"No, God," He sighed, standing up. He rubbed his head before continuing, "that's not what I meant, I don't know why I did it. It was a drunken mistake, we all make them" He sighed, walking over to the window.

"Is that a dig at me?"

"I didn't mean it like that!" He said turning round, "Damn it! Stop twisting my words!"

"I'm not twisting your words Dave! I'm just trying to understand! I don't know why this happened, I thought we were happy!"

"We were!" He shouted. "I'm sorry that's all I can say"

"I don't think 'sorry' is going to smooth all this over Dave." She told him rubbing her temples.

"So where do we go from here?"

"I don't know, I can hardly stand to look at you right now"

"You can't mean that"

"Believe me I do, whenever I look at you all I see is you and her together-" She gave an involuntary shudder.

"Just don't think like that" He told her sitting back down on the bed. "I know we can get through this, we are stronger than her, I know it"

"This is the thing Dave, it's her!" Dave looked at her confused, "I can't trust you anymore, you are away from me three or four days a week," She paused to move further away from him. "And does she live in some far out corner of the Earth? No! You fucking work with her and will see her for that entire time you're away from me, I can't have that hanging over my head, I can't be at home alone wondering what the hell your up to. I just can't trust you anymore."

"What can I do to make this all go away Dee?" Danielle laughed again.

"Well short of going back in time and not doing it… Nothing"

"You do still love me don't you?"

"I don't know Dave" Dave looked at Danielle for a few moments before walking out onto the balcony.

"How can you not fucking know?" He asked me, "You either do or you don't" He looked over at me, "I'm fucking fed up with this, you just get fucking drunk, you don't talk to me, look at me, I can't deal with this shit Danielle!"

"And you think I can! Do not turn this on me! This is not my fucking fault! You're the one who decided to throw our four year relationship down the drain. You threw all of the love, trust, support, even our friendship away when you screwed that bitch." Danielle got out of bed and began to get dressed. "Do you know what? I can't even stand to be in the same room of you"

"Where are you going now?" Dave asked her, rolling his eyes.

"I don't know, another hotel room, another hotel, fuck it – why not another fucking country?" She picked up her cell phone from the bed side cabinet. "Whatever you do, do not fucking call me." Danielle told him opening the door.

"Thanks it Dee… fucking run away!" Dave shouted slamming the door after her. He picked up one of the lamps and threw it against the wall.

Danielle was sat down in the hotel lobby, wondering what she was going to do now. All she had was her cell phone. She couldn't pay for a hotel room, and she sure as hell couldn't go back to Dave tonight. She sighed deeply into her hands.

"This is such bullshit" She muttered to herself, rubbing her head. She heard a load of loud voices walking into the hotel reception behind her. She didn't bother to look, instead she just sank deeper into the leather sofa, working out her options.

Randy, Ric, Paul and a few other wrestlers had just gotten back into the hotel, laughing at a story Ric was telling them.

"Well guys, I'm heading off to bed" Ric told them pressing the 'call' button for the elevator. "Enjoy the rest of your night" He said as the doors opened. The other men muttered some 'byes' and some 'good nights' before the doors closed.

"Hey Randy, are you heading up to the bar?" Paul asked him, pushing the button for another elevator.

"Yeah" He answered, distracted as he noticed Danielle sat down rubbing her forehead. "Get me a drink in and I'll join you in a minute" Paul nodded, oblivious to what Randy was looking at, as he and the other wrestlers got into the lift. Once he was sure they were all gone, he walked over to Danielle. "Hey" He said. She looked up, smiling briefly at him then sinking her head back down. Randy sat down on the sofa next to her. "Are you alright?" She nodded, never looking up. "Where's Dave?" Thinking on her feet she answered:

"Oh, he's upstairs asleep, I didn't want to wake him." Randy raised an eyebrow, but refused to question her about it.

"OK, are you sure you're alright?" Again she nodded. He stood up, not taking his concerned eyes off of her. "You know a few of us are heading up to the bar now, do you want to join us?" She winced slightly at the word 'bar'. She had already drank enough for one night, well for one lifetime really, but one more drink really couldn't hurt her. Plus, it wasn't like she had any other place to go right now.

"Sure, thanks Randy" She told him standing up. Randy smiled as he took her up to the bar.

As they walked in they immediately noticed some of the guys taking over two or three tables. Randy motioned for her to sit down.

"Go and sit by Paul, I'll get your drink in, what do you want?" A tiny part of her wanted to answer 'lemonade' but the rest was screaming 'vodka!' unfortunately at the moment, this part of her always seemed to win.

"Vodka and coke would be awesome" Randy smiled,

"Come on, have a cocktail, live a little" She had already lived a lot. He handed her the drinks menu, her eyes skimmed over it briefly and she saw exactly what she wanted.

"Go on then," She forced a smile, "I'll have a sex on the beach."

She left Randy to go and sit down, they were all heavily in conversation about something or other – Danielle couldn't have cared less.

"Guys" Paul said, getting everyone's attention around the tables, "You all remember Danielle, Dave's wife" It took all of her self control not to cringe at the word 'wife'. She smiled and waved at the men surrounding the table as they said their 'hellos'

Randy walked towards their table carrying a sex on the beach cocktail for her and a pint of beer for him.

"Thanks" She smiled as she began to drink. She closed her eyes for a moment, it had been well over a year since she had last had her favourite cocktail.

"Are you enjoying that?" Randy asked sarcastically as a large smile spread across her face.

"You have no idea" She replied taking another sip. "Thanks again Randy"

"It's no problem, I always like to help a damsel in distress." He dragged a seat from across the bar, placing it next to Danielle, forcing the other guys around the table to shuffle their chairs.

Dave suddenly sat up in bed.

"Fuck this" He muttered out loud to himself. Hours of tossing and turning in bed weren't doing anything – there was no way he was going to get any sleep tonight, no matter how much he tried. He was worried about his wife. She's a beautiful, young, intelligent woman, and right now she was probably drunk in some low-life bar, surrounded by low-life men who would have no problem in taking advantage of her vulnerability.

He turned on the lamp, suddenly illuminating the dark room. He immediately saw his mobile phone on a nearby desk. He reached over, picking it up, staring at it for a few seconds, wondering whether or not to call her.

'Calling her will only make her angrier, just leave her to it' one part of him argued.

'She could be anywhere right now, just call to make sure she's ok, she'll be happy to know you still care' another part argued back.

Making a split second decision he quickly started to dial her number before he changed his mind.

Before he had even finished dialling the number, his phone began to vibrate and flash. He looked down at the caller id.

It was Stacy.

Shaking his head, he threw the phone at the wall – but instead it landed on the sofa. Dave stood up and started pacing around the room, he kicked the wall hard, and swore as he felt the pain shoot up his leg.

Randy and Danielle were the only people left in the bar. Randy was telling her a story about something, she wasn't really listening, she was too busy concentrating on not falling off of her chair.

"Are you alright Dani?"

"Yep, a tiny bit drunk though" She replied, her head falling into her arms.

"OK, well let's try and get you upstairs" Randy said putting an arm around her to try and help her. Randy laughed a little, "It would help if you co-operated with me!"

"No!" She shouted. "I don't want to go up there!" Randy looked slightly confused.

"Well why not?"

"Dave can't see me drunk, he gets mad" She said lifting her head out of her hands to try and focus on Randy's face.

"Well where are you going to go tonight?"

"Well here's good" She said as her head fell on the table. Randy laughed again.

"Come on Dani, you can't stay here." He picked her up, this time actually lifting her up to carry her. "If you really don't want to go back to your room you can stay with me for tonight."

"Oh, I don't think Dave will like that much either."

"It's alright, you can sleep on the floor" he joked, "Dave will be fine with it" Before she knew it, her and Randy were in the elevator. "I'm going to put you down for a minute. Do you think you will be able to stand ok?" He felt her nod against his chest, so he carefully placed her on the floor so she could lean against the wall.

"Thanks Randy, for everything" She slurred, trying to keep her head up.

"It's no problem" He smiled.

She swayed slightly from side to side, when suddenly she almost went flying across the lift. Randy quickly darted out to catch her. He wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm going to stay like this" He said, "That way you can't fall anywhere with taking me with you" Danielle wrapped his arms around him too. Randy felt slightly uncomfortable stood in a lift holding one of his friend's wives, so he was slightly relived when the doors opened. Deciding that she couldn't walk, he picked her up again, making sure that nobody was around – rumours start quickly in the WWE.

He managed to get her though the door, and he slowly placed her on the bed, but she held on to him, and he landed on top of her.

"Randy, I'm a stupid pathetic drunk"

"No you're not Danielle," he said trying to get her into bed. "You'll be fine; you've just got to sleep this off" Randy found one of his t-shirts and helped her get changed. He couldn't help but admire her body. Immediately snapping out of it he tucked her into bed again.

"Randy? Can you talk to me for a while?" Randy looked over at her in bed. He ran his hand though his short hair and sighed quietly.

"Sure" He replied.

Dave looked down at his watch. 6am, she still wasn't home, and Stacy was still trying to phone him. He didn't want to turn off his phone in case Danielle tried to phone him – but even if she did try, she wouldn't be able to get through thanks to Stacy's constant phoning.

Getting pissed off, he walked across the room.

"What the fuck do you want now?"

"Same as ever – you" She replied, knocking on his door.