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Brie and Dean sat backstage in an empty locker room watching Nikki and Roman compete in their tag team match. It was a Saturday night house show in Tampa, FL, and the first time the WWE Universe would see a Bella team up with an ex-shield member. This was the test-run for the new faction.

Brie had been awkwardly sitting at the table with Dean for a few minutes. She really did not know what to say to him. They were so different, she couldn't think of anything in common that they could talk about. Fidgeting with her fingers under the table, the younger twin spoke up. "Have any plans later?" She asked.

Dean, on the other hand, being the typical guy, didn't even notice the awkward stench that filled the room. He was too busy focusing on the match. At first he was reluctant to team up with the diva division. He wasn't too keen on the idea being that very few people take them seriously. Creative had mentioned that they wanted to give the women a more prominent spot on the shows to attract different kinds of fans. When Dean heard Nikki was going to be one half of the new tag team, he definitely got excited. Hands down she was the hottest diva at the moment. She worked out on the regular, always had her hair done, tanned skin, and wore the best clothes. Part of that was due to her boyfriend, John Cena. Being the face of the company, he expected his woman to look top notch. Anything less wasn't acceptable. Dean, caught up in his own thoughts, didn't even he hear Brie talking to him.

"Hello?" Brie waved her hand in front of his face. Dean turned his attention to her.

"Oh, sorry. What's up?" Dean asked. He took a moment to analyze the tiny brunette. Her and Nikki looked a lot a like, but so different at the same time. Dean admired her natural beauty, she didn't have to wear the nicest clothes or always have her hair professionally done, she rarely even wore makeup. Compared to the average diva on the roster, she was.. eccentric. He faced the TV waiting for her reply.

"I asked what were your plans." Stated Brie. She turned her attention back to the screen while waiting for Dean to answer. Nikki was in the ring with Paige, and Paige had the upper hand at the moment.

"Oh." Dean said. He continued to watch Paige and Nikki. "Ro and I are probably going to bar downtown. Mugshots. I think it's called. You?"

Brie shifted in her chair, watching her sister get pummeled by the England native, Paige. "Not sure. I think Nikki and I are grabbing a late dinner."

Dean shuffled around in his head the idea of inviting the twins out for the night. Roman would never admit it, but Dean could tell the samoan bulldozer had a thing for Brie. He just looked at the younger Colace with warm, welcoming and kind eyes. Something most people didn't see from the 6'3, 250 pound monster.

Meanwhile, Dean wouldn't mind hanging out with the older Colace sister. When it came to her, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering into dirty places. He wanted to do dirty, dirty things to her. He imagined in his head all the positions he would take her in, how amazing she would taste in his mouth. She was so feisty outside the bedroom, imagine inside it! Dean felt himself getting slightly aroused at his thoughts before shaking them away. "You girls can come out if you want." He asked Brie, hoping she'd she yes.

"Uhhhhh." Brie didn't know how to answer him. Did she want to go out? Yes. With Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose? She wasn't so sure. "I'll have to ask Nikki. I'm staying with her and John this week for the shows." Brie shouted at the tv as Nikki pulled the rack attack on Paige for the win. "Yes!" She exclaimed.

"Do you hear how loud the fans are?" Dean's baby blue orbs grew wide as he stood up from his chair. "They love it!" The fans couldn't stop cheering for Nikki and Roman.

"This is gonna be great for us." Brie smiled over at Dean, who smiled back. Brie stood up out of her chair and walked over Dean. "I'm gonna meet up with Nicole, take my number and shoot me a text later." Brie grabbed Deans phone from the table and started putting her number in.

"Is this your way of hitting on me?" Dean joked over at Brie. Brie shot him the death look. "I was joking!" Dean backed away, she looked scary when she gave that look.

Brie turned her death stare into a smile. She gave Dean back her phone and laughed. "You're too easy to mess with." Dean had a look of confusion on her face. She waved at the blonde curly haired man and left him to find her sister.

"I am not spending my Saturday night with Dean Ambrose." Nikki made a face of disgust as she twirled her spaghetti dinner onto her fork. She took a bite and swallowed before beginning. "Besides, Bryan doesn't like you going out."

Brie rolled her eyes at her sister before turning her attention to her eggplant parm that was on her plate. "He's not here is he?" Brie took a bite in sync with Nikki.

Nikki took a sip of water and looked at Brie. "So you're gonna lie to your recovering husband to go hang out with two of your MALE co-workers?" Nikki questioned, putting emphasis on 'male'. She reached up on the table to grab her cell. John texted her. "You know what, fuck it. Lets go." Nikki declared, throwing her phone in her purse. 'Bullshit.' She thought.

"I'm not going to cheat on Bryan. I haven't been out in a long time." Brie said, she noticed Nikki got extremely frustrated after reading her text message. "John?" She pressed on her sister. Brie knew when Nikki got upset over John. It was an every other day thing. John was too caught up in work to put the attention that was needed into Nikki.

"You know me too well, sister." Nikki sighed and pushed her plate to the side. "He won't be home tonight. Said he has promotional appearances, the usual."

Brie pushed her plate to the side as well and focused her attention on her upset sister. "You'll see him tomorrow morning." She grabbed Nikki's hand and gave her a faint smile. "Lets get all dressed up, look hot, get drunk, and have a good time tonight."

If there was one person she could always count on, it was her twin. "I do have this new Dolce dress that I've been dying to wear.." Nikki gave Brie a sly smile. "Lets get out of here and get into BRIE MODE!"

Roman and Dean walked into Mugshots and scanned the room. It looked more like a club than a bar.

"I thought you said it was a bar?" Roman questioned his friend. He looked confused. "I'm too big to be breakin it down on the dance floor, bro." Said a chuckling Roman.

"Shut up." Dean looked around. "All Florida women are fucking 10's huh?" A blonde passing by gave the men a quick smile. "Hey gorgeous." Said Dean, eyeing her up like a piece of meat as she walked away.

"I guess." Roman shrugged his shoulders. He was around beautiful women all the time. Didn't phase him after the first year being on the road. He wanted something more than just looks. That was definitely a plus, but Roman wanted someone he could actually have a conversation and grow with. Don't get him wrong, when he first became well known in the wrestling world he had a different ring rat every show. That got old within a year. He wanted to bring someone with class into him and his daughters lives, and wouldn't settle for less. "Let's grab a drink."

Roman and Dean walked over to the bar and ordered two beers. They decided to grab a booth near the dancefloor to call theirs for the night.

Dean took a swig of his beer before turning towards his phone. He texted Brie to see if they were going to meet up. Hopefully she gave him the right phone number. Within a few minutes he got a response. He glanced up towards Roman and gave a smirk.

"Why are you looking at me like that, you fuckin weirdo." Roman shook his head at his best friend, waiting for him to answer. "You wanna fuck or something?" He joked.

"Hardy har har. Brie texted me." Dean knew that would get right under Roman's skin if he thought Dean was trying to get in Brie's pants.

"Brie who?" Roman asked, taking a drink. He didn't think Brie from work would ever give Dean her number, so he didn't know who he was talking about.

"Hippie Brie..?"

Roman was even more confused than ever. Why would Brie give Dean her number? He loved Dean but Brie was way too classy for him. "Why?" Roman asked. "Why would Brie give you her number? What did she say?" He inquired. Dean wasn't answering fast enough. "Well?"

Dean, noticing how much it was bothering Roman, decided to end the fun and fill him in. "You were in your match and I asked if her and her sister wanted to hang out."

"She knows I'm with you?" Asked the powerhouse. "Are they coming?"

"Bro." Dean began, watching Roman fix his long black locks in the metal napkin holder. "Stop acting like a girl with your hair. She's married. Don't even try."

Roman looked back up at Dean and acted like he didn't know what the lunatic was talking about. "Yeah, I'm totally gonna take her back to my hotel tonight, bang her out and send her back to Bryan in the morning." Obviously the big man was joking with Dean. He would never have a shot with Brie. She was in a serious relationship with Bryan when Roman came up on the main roster, then the two got married. Shifting his attention back on a serious note, he began. "Wait, so they're coming?"

"Yep." Dean stood up from the booth and faced Roman. "You want another?"

"Sure." Roman said and Dean walked off to the bar. Roman wasn't sure how he should feel. He was pretty excited the twins were coming to hang out. He didn't mind finding any excuse to talk to Brie. He found everything about her fascinating and wanted to know more. On the flip side, Dean was right. She was married and it would be wrong of him to try and pick her up, he would just have to put his thoughts about them getting to know each other to the side and enjoy the night.

About 40 minutes and 4 beers between the two of them later, Dean and Roman were still waiting for the twins. They had plenty of women come up to their booth and ask to sit with them, but they were rejected. Two girls even asked if they wanted a three way in the back of one of their cars. Tempting, but Dean declined. He wanted to do whatever it took to make Nikki notice him and hopefully get her to go back to the hotel with him. He did find her kind of annoying and bitchy, but her body was on point. He never got so hot for a woman who he couldn't stand.

"Hi guys." Brie smiled at the men and sat next to Roman in the booth. She had on a white t shirt, black blazer, jeans and black heels. Her hair was down and straight. Her signature red lipstick made the outfit perfect. She shook Roman and Dean's hands. She didn't know much about Roman. He wasn't too talkative but from the past week that they had been working together, she could tell her had a jokester side. She definitely was intrigued.

"Where's Nikki?" Dean asked, taking a swig from the beer bottle in his right hand. He looked next and past Brie but didn't see any sight of her twin.

"She's just getting our drinks." Brie stated. She looked to her right at Roman. "Great match by the way."

"Thanks, Brie. Your sister killed it at the end." Roman smiled and also took a swig. He decided to change the subject. "We're gonna see the famous Brie Mode?"

"Oh yes. I never get to go out since I got this on my finger." Brie showed the guys her ring. She was so excited to have a night out with her sister. The boys seemed like a lot of fun, and Nikki was definitely a party girl. She couldn't wait to get the night started.

"Okay Brie I got you a margarita and got myself peach sangria." Nikki announced as she made her way over to the booth in her tight black mini dress and red louboutin heels. She wore her hair curly and matched her sister with red lipstick. "Lets get this night started!" Nikki and Brie both took a huge sip from their straws and started to chat with their tag team partners. Tonight was going to be memorable.