*Jon's POV*
"Earth to Ambrose!" Dolph yells in my ear. "Huh? What?" I ask, snapping out of my trance and glaring at him. I mean, he's just interrupted me spying on my wife. Well, maybe spying is the wrong word. Admiring. From afar. Well, across the bar anyway. She's laughing with the Bella's as they dance around, joking and shaking their asses. Mmmmm, her ass though. It's got me hypnotised. "Pussywhipped" Dolph groans, reminding me he's there. "What is it ziggler?" I snap, looking at him again. He grins. "She's something, ain't she?" he asks, nodding towards Lora. I frown at him straight away. "Yeah" I snap. "She's something, she's my wife. Now what's your point?" He holds his hands up straight away. "I didn't mean it badly" he says quickly. "I just, I guess, well, you've changed, Dean. For the better. I kinda dig it." I smirk, looking back at Lora. "Don't get too used to it" I warn. "It's the Lora effect. It wears off when she's not around." Dolph chuckles and I look at him quickly. Before I can say anything, a loud laugh rings out. Lora. I'd know it anywhere. I look back at her quickly, smiling as she holds on to Denise for support. "Looks like our ladies are friends" Dolph says, looking over too. I nod, not saying anything, just watching her as she gestures emphatically with her hands, laughing as she spills her drink up her hand. She looks over at me as she licks it off. Yeah, my wife, the tease. I shake my head and smile, watching as she winks at me before returning to her conversation with Denise. I smile and head to the bar.
"Figured you might need this" I say, handing her the vodka and cranberry concoction she seems to be favouring tonight. Personally, I think it's terrible, watering down the vodka with that juice. Yuck. Straight or not at all. She smiles, kissing my cheek before knocking the drink back in one go. Oh boy. Someone's on a drinking mission tonight. She hands me the empty glass and I shake it at her. She pauses for a second, just a second, then nods. I smile and head back to the bar. Anything for my wife. I hold up a finger to the bartender and he nods. Just a drink for Lora this time. This beer needs to last me the rest of the night. Guess I'm playing babysitter tonight. "Heeeeeey Ambrose!" Summer screeches, wrapping her arms around me. "You wanna buy me a drink?" "Nope" I say, peeling her hands off me and taking Lora's drink off the bar. She watches as I head back to Lora. "Whipped alright" she mumbles as I walk away from her.
I'm sat with Joe and Colby when Lora flies down the steps, landing perfectly on my lap. "Hey handsome" she whispers breathlessly. "So, I've been thinking. You wanna take me home?" "Well" I say, pretending to think about it. "See, as pretty as you look tonight, I'm not really sure it's a good idea. My wife, well, she wouldn't like it, and she won the divas championship tonight, so really, even though I've hardly spent time with her all night, right now it's her I wanna be taking home." Lora looks at me for a second before smirking and standing up. "Right answer" she says, taking my hand and pulling me up out of the seat, and dragging me out of the club.
"Jon" she whines as we walk down the street. "These stupid stupid shoes that Nikki lent me are hurting my feet." I look at her and can't help but smile as she pouts like a small child. "Awww my poor baby" I whisper, wrapping my arms around her. "You want me to carry you?" "Ewwwwww no!" she says, laughing and pushing me away. "What kind of message would that send out to the rest of the divas? Nope. I'm just gonna take them off and walk barefoot." I watch as she leans on a wall for support then pulls the offending shoes off, walking past me with them swinging from her fingertips. I shake my head and close my eyes for a second before starting to follow her. As I open my eyes she pushes me against the wall, kissing me hungrily. "I love you Jon" she moans, finally pausing for breath. "I don't think I told you tonight." I smile. "You didn't" I admit. "But it's all good now, right?" She nods, putting a shoe on her head. "What are you doing?" I laugh. She holds a finger up and I pause. "It's all about balance" she informs me, trying to be serious. She starts to walk down the street, her hips swaying, but amazingly the shoe stays on her head. I smile and follow her. "Jonathan" she calls, without looking back. "Last one in the hotel room has to do whatever the other one wants." She spins around and looks at me, winking as I stare at her in shock. "And you've got the key, loverboy" she reminds me wickedly.