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Have you ever seen the entire RAW roster take over a hibachi restaurant? It's a hectic sight! Everyone had picked a table by the time I made it in, but Mari had saved a seat for me. I stood at the front of the room with my ear buds pulled out laying over my shoulders, taking in the sight. People (mainly Chris Irvine and Heath Miller) were yelling at one another and the myriad of different conversations buzzed in my ears. "Andie!" I heard Lay call bringing me out of my temporary stupor, "Get over here!" I pulled on the bottom of my shirt and zipped across the room. Unfortunately, either fate or matchmakers had decided that the girls and I were sharing a table with the men I'd driven here with.

I was in the middle of the horse shoe shaped seating arrangement; Mari sat on my right, Matt on my left. The rest of the guys, now including TJ sat down the left with Stephen at the end. Eve and Sorona (Tamina) had joined the girls and sat with Nattie and Lay on the right side of the table.

"So what're you eating?" Mike yelled at me...he really had no choice but to yell because of the cacophony.

"Uh...I dunno...do they have chicken?"

"Hey! Pretty Lady!" Chris screamed from the other side of the room, "I want to buy you a drink!"

"Who's he talking to?" I asked Mari.

"Anyone who'll listen."

"He's already three sheets, girly." Stephen added. I gave him a quizzical look. "He's drunk, lass."

"Oh...uh...okay." I blushed a little, but I hid under the table, pretending to search through my bag. Eventually I sat back up to find myself staring at an enormous man wearing a chef's attire. I must've frightened him because he dropped the spatula he was holding. There was an awkward silence as he bent over, putting his rear right in Lay's face. For once, I shared a laugh with everyone else. As the noise died down the man poured oil on the hot stove top in front of us, building a wall of flames between us. I cringed from the heat and checked to make sure none of my hair was singed. Mari nudged me and pointed to my left. Matt was sitting there slapping himself in the head. Turns out he had been a little closer to the cook top than the rest of us when the oil went down so now his hair was burning! I giggled and grabbed the water in front of me...he didn't think it was too funny when I dumped it on him.

"What the hell?" He spat, glaring at me.

"I was only trying to help." I sniffled, upset at the raised tone he'd used. I pulled my sleeve to my face and wiped a tear away and hurried myself up from the table and out of the restaurant. As I opened the door someone yelled, "Look what you've done." at Matt. I slipped out into the brisk night air and sat down on the curb. I didn't cry, but I felt like it. Nothing gets to me worse than having someone raise their voice at me. I laid my head down on my knees and closed my eyes. I wasn't surprised when someone came out and sat down next to me, I was a little surprised at who it was. I looked up to find Teddy sitting next to me.

He sighed after a few minutes, "He didn't mean it, you know. You just caught him off guard." He waited for me to reply but I stayed silent. He sighed again and continued, "I know it's weird right now...it always is when you finally make it to the top..."

"It's not that...I just hate being yelled at, I hate being laughed at, I hate being the new girl, and I hate being a spaz!"

"You're not a spaz," he laughed, "but if you keep doing this that guy in there that's had his eyes on you all night is going to think you're a big baby, so suck it up, chick, and get your little ass back in there."

I smiled as he hugged me, "What guy?" I asked.

"I really can't say. He'd kill me and feed me to the wolves if I did." He helped me to my feet and threw me onto his back before carrying me back in and taking me to my seat. The rest of the night went rather uneventfully other than the drunken rant Chris was on and the crude jokes that Mike was making...but it was a totally different story when we got to the hotel.

Nattie, Mari, and I screeched into the parking lot, our tiny red rental riding on two wheels. We laughed as we hopped out and headed into the building. Unfortunately, not everyone was as happy as we were. A large crowd was gathered in the lobby, and the noise was even louder than when we were at the restaurant. We shouldered our way through to the center of the assembly. Some unknown was yelling at Chris and had his fist drew back ready to hit him. Now what happened next was hysterical, Chris stumbled back and eyed the guy through groggy drunken eyes. "I know you!" He said, "You're that guy who's girl is hot." I smacked my forehead around the same time the man punched Chris in the jaw. There were a few chuckles and a few gasps that came from the crowd. Again, Chris stumbled, "I'll get you for that." He leaned forward. The man hit Chris again with enough force that I think I felt it. I watched the scene for a few more minutes, but the constant "stumble, punch" rhythm was getting on my nerves. I wasn't the only one annoyed, either. I pushed myself away from the crowd, bold move, I know, but I'm used to breaking up fights (I've got three older brothers) and it was sort of instinctual at this point. It seems that Matt, Stephen and John were going to help me...or stop me...Anyway; I knew what I was doing, so my inhibitions really didn't matter. I worked my way to the feuding duo faster than the guys could and calmly laid my hands on either man's chest. They stared at me a little confused by the situation.

"It's gone on quite long enough, you two. Break it up."

"Oh it's the new pretty lady!" Chris giggled...god I hate stupid drunks.

"Chris. Turn around and go the other way...be a man."

"Uh...no" He stumbled back putting his hand up to catch his balance. "I've gotta' teach this guy a lesson"

"Teach me a lesson, huh?" The guy definitely wasn't from Oregon...I'd say Jersey.

"Alright boys, I said cut it out."

"And just who are you?"

"None of your business now stop acting like squabbling three year olds." The man took another swing at Chris and I pushed them both backwards. John caught Chris, but the other guy tumbled to the floor. He gave me a dirty look and got to his feet, "You shouldn't a done that." He walked to me and started to swing. That's when all hell broke loose. Stephen and Matt were on the guy like rabid hounds, Teddy rushed out of the crowd to join them, John threw Chris to the floor and followed suit. It seemed like every guy on the roster was joining in...except for Chris, of course, and Phil who'd decided to check on me instead. I looked around and gathered some of the girls and they helped me pull the guys off of the one who'd hit me. When I was satisfied that it was done with I did what I do best, I ran off.

Nattie, Stephen, Mari, Matt and Teddy found me up on the fifth floor leaning against a wall.

"Are ya alright, Lass?" Stephen asked. I glared at him and took off down another hallway. He followed me, but he came alone. "C'mon, An, don't be like tha." I didn't reply; I just kept walking. "Why won't ya talk to me?" I turned a corner, still ignoring him. "An! Would you stop?" I had no choice; I'd walked right into a dead end. I turned around just as he rounded the corner. We were now face to face...well face to chest. I'm only 5'2 and he's 6'6.

"Now, will ya tell me why ya don't like me?"

"I never said I didn't like you."

"Well, ya sure act like it. So, why won't ya talk to me, then?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Are ya mad at me?"

"No."

"Did I hurt yer feelings?"

"No."

"Then why won't ya...wait did I embarrass ya?" I shrugged my shoulders again. "Ah, I didn't mean ta, Lil one."

"I'm not little!" I said defiantly.

"Then what are ya?"

"I'm bite sized."

"You're little. Be proud of it, little is cute."

"Did you just say I'm-"

"Well that's what I meant anyway." I blushed the brightest red I had in years and ducked under his arm. The smile on my face could put the Cheshire Cat too shame. I left him standing there with a confused look on his face, and ran right back to where everyone else was still standing. Mari's left eyebrow shot up and a smirk appeared on her face.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Tell ya' later!" I grabbed her hand and Nattie's and pulled them down the hallway.