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Seth's POV

''Elle! Elle!'' I scream for Elle to tag me in for our match. Roman, Elle and I are in a mixed tag match and it isn't going so well. Truthfully, none of our matches have been going so well since Dean exploded in the locker room two weeks ago. Since then we've been on edge, wondering if anyone's made any progress with Elle. On the plus side, she seems to be oblivious to the entire issue.

Finally, Elle makes her way over to tag me in, but Roman takes the tag instead. I roll my eyes, tempted to just take Elle and abandon this match. Elle climbs under the ropes and joins me on the apron. ''I thought I was supposed to tag you in?"

''You were.'' I mumble.

I watch in frustration as Roman takes control of the match. Grudgingly, I must admit that he's doing a pretty good job.

''Damn, Roman looks good tonight.''

''Probably because you're out here.'' Roman's showing off for Elle, it's obvious.

''What?" She yells over the crowd.

''Nothing.''

We go back to watching the match in tense silence. And when Roman hits his spear I even manage to clap. Elle is beside me cheering as Roman pins Jack Swagger. Once the ref calls the final count she beats me to the ring to jump into Roman's arms. It's been awhile since we've won any matches and even as the crowd boos Elle and Roman continue to smile. Finally, I make my way over and lift up Roman's other arm. ''Nice job man.''

''Thanks.''

That's all we say as the three of us walk back up the ramp. Backstage Dean isn't waiting for us. I can't say I'm disappointed. ''Guys, that felt good! We really needed that win, it's been a while for all of us.''

I nod and Roman throws an arm around Elle's waist, ''Maybe we just needed our good luck charm, babygirl.''

She blushes, punching Roman in the shoulder, ''Yeah, yeah.''

''It's true Elle, we love having you in the ring with us.'''

I chime in, ''Roman's right. Everything's better when you're around.''

''You guys are making me blush.'' She slides out of Roman's embrace and starts walking in the opposite direction.

''Where are you going?"

''I promised Dean that I would wish him luck before his match.''

''Oh.'' Roman and I respond in unison. We look at each other and Roman simply raises an eyebrow.

''Is there a problem?"

''No, of course not.'' I immediately respond. ''But, uh Roman and I are going out for drinks since it's Tuesday and all. You should come along, celebrate and everything.''

She smiles, ''That would be great.''

And with that Elle walks away. Her hips sway gently and I know Roman next to me is admiring it just as much as I am. ''We're getting drinks tonight?"

''You don't have to come.''

''No, no don't get me wrong. I'm coming, but I am a little confused.''

''Look, Dean is the only one of us making any headway and I for one don't want that fucker to win. I'm making my move tonight and I really don't care what you do. I just figured she would be more likely to say yes if both of us were going.'' I smile and hold my hands up. "But feel free to get an early jump on that car ride home.''

Our enforcer takes a second to think about it, ''Of course I'll be there. I'm not going to wait for you to make your grand move tonight, Seth.''

''I wouldn't expect you to.''

''One question,'' I nod and Roman continues. ''You said you don't want Dean to win. When did it become a game?"

Every once and a while Roman decides to get all brooding and thought-provoking. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. ''Are you trying to warn me of something?"

He shrugs, ''Girls don't like being treated like a game Seth.''

''She's not a game,'' I slap Roman on the shoulder. ''She's the prize.''

An hour later Roman and I are waiting for Elle in the hotel lobby. The elevators open and Elle walks out and she looks, really good. Glancing at Roman I see a small, mischievous smile on his face. As she gets closer to us she waves and I can hear the clicking of her high heels on the floor. Up close I can tell she's wearing skin tight leather leggings with some dark purple silky shirt. ''Hey guys, ready to celebrate?"

''Of course,'' I pull her in for a hug and am surprised to feel her bare skin. When she goes to hug Roman I can see that her shirt is open to about the middle of her back. Part of me is concerned that she's going to freeze the other part is wondering if she's wearing a bra.

''You going to be warm enough babygirl?" Roman asks.

She smiles, ''That's what you guys are for! Besides it's still pretty warm for November.''

I jump in, ''Yeah, Ro, this is practically tanning rather where we're from.''

Elle rewards my comment with a laugh.

Roman rolls his eyes, ''You Midwesterners are crazy people.''

''Ready to go?"

''Just one more minute.''

''Why?"

She's looking through her bag as she answers, ''We're waiting on Dean.'' Roman and I are silent. ''Wait, is that a problem?"

There's a beat and then Roman and I both rush to assure her. ''No, no, of course not.'' And ''He's more than welcome, the more the merrier.''

''Good,'' She smiles and nods. ''I just figured, he won tonight too and he's part of the Shield.''

''You're right.'' Roman shoots me a look. ''We should have invited him in the first place.''

The three of us wait, and in a minute or two Dean emerges, dressed casually, as always. ''Hey guys, sorry to keep everyone waiting.''

Elle smiles. ''No problem at all. Let's get going, shall we?"

Roman grabs her arm and tucks it into his, ''Yeah, before all the alcohol runs out.''

I see Elle wrinkle her nose, ''Seriously though, don't let me drunk as much as I did last time. The goal of this evening is to not make a fool of myself.''

''You can end up in my bed again though, kid, no worries,'' Dean adds in with a wink. I roll my eyes. Elle at least, doesn't acknowledge his comment. Instead, Roman leads her outside. Dean walks past me and bumps my shoulder. ''Thanks for the invite, ass.''

''Can you blame me for not inviting you?"

''Nah, you've always been a cowardly little prick.''

''And you've always been a lowclass jerkoff.''

Stumbling backward, Dean holds his hand to his heart. ''Ouch, that hurt.''

''Are you guys coming?" Elle's voice rings out from the door. ''Roman and I are leaving with or without you.''

''Take your time gentlemen,'' Roman's smug voice adds.

Elle's POV

We found a club with Tuesday drink specials. Surprisingly, the club is full. Roman leads me to the bar and buys me a drink. For good measure I take some of the pretzels from the bowl on the bar. I really don't want tonight to end up like the last night I was out with the guys. Tonight's mission is to repair the Shield.

Over the past two weeks there's just been this odd tension in the air. I think the guys assume that I haven't noticed it, but I would have to be blind not to. They haven't been talking, at least not in anything longer than two syllables. So tonight, I'm going to force these three to fix whatever the fuck went wrong. And the best way to do that is ply my three stablemates with alcohol. I just have to make sure that I don't get drunk. I take a sip of my drink, well just not too drunk.

Dean and Seth enter the club. Both of them look sullen. I lean towards Roman, ''Let's get a table.''

He nods and lets me lead him to a table on the upper level. I wave to Seth and Dean so they know where we are. They come up. ''You guys aren't drinking?" They both shrug. Well, that's not going to work for my plan. ''You can't let Roman and I drink alone. After all, we're supposed to be celebrating.''

Roman looks over to the bar and smirks for some reason. ''Elle's right. You two need drinks. I'll even pay for them.''

Dean and Seth hesitate for some reason, staring at Roman apprehensively. ''Perfect! And here,'' I reach into my clutch and hand them a twenty. ''Get shots too!''

As they leave my eye drifts to the bar, which has gotten substantially busier since Roman and I got our drinks. Roman notices it too, ''It might take them awhile.''

He doesn't seem too upset about it. I rework my plan. I'll just focus on Roman for now, try to get his take on whatever the hell is happening between the guys. I look down at the beer he's nursing. That won't help him be honest with me either. The table a few down from us has a bottle and is doing shots. I have an idea. There's a waiter passing by our table, I reach out. ''Hey, can you get us a bottle of vodka.''

''I'm actually, helping…''

I slip him my credit card and flutter my eyelashes a little, ''Please?"

He stutters, ''Be right back.''

When I sit again Roman whistles, ''What?"

''You have no idea the effect you have on men do you, babygirl?"

''I don't know what you're talking about.''

He chuckles and sips his beer, ''Why did you get a bottle?"

''We're going to play a game while we wait on the guys.''

Roman leans his huge arms on the table, ''Oh yeah?"

''Yeah.'' The waiter returns and sets down two shot glasses. ''Thanks. The game's called questions. I'll ask you a question, that you have to answer truthfully.''

''Or?"

''Or you take a shot. Also, take a shot if you refuse to answer.'' I sit back self-satisfied that I can make him more uncomfortable than he can stand. Besides, he's too much of a gentleman to ask something too inappropriate.

''I thought you didn't want to get drunk night, Elle.''

I smile, ''You're going to get drunk, not me.''

He laughs and shakes his head, ''Oh, babygirl, you are in for a rude awakening.''

My face flushes. I look down to break eye contact, suddenly needing a quick sip of vodka to pluck up the courage. ''Do you want to start?"

''Ladies, first.''

"Okay,'' I take a deep breath and look at Roman, aiming to start off easy, "Who is your favorite wrestler on the roster right now?"

''Fandango.''

I snort, and immediately cover my mouth. ''Sorry, that's just not was I expecting.''

He shrugs, ''I have to admire his dedication, and his pants.''

''Whatever you say.'''

We do about two rounds and neither of us balks. So with a deep breath I pause, knowing if I start this there's no going back. ''Your most embarrassing sex story?"

He blinks, takes a shot straight. ''I haven't told anyone the story and I don't intend to.''

''Now, I'm just intrigued.''

Roman just shakes his head with a smile ''Since you started this, I don't feel too bad asking this question. Ever experiment with women?"

''Yes.''

He blinks, opens his mouth and then closes it again. ''You're not going to elaborate?"

I shake my head with a little smile. Roman takes a deep breath. ''I'll take a shot on that one.''

For the next few rounds I toe the line between downright dirty and inappropriate so does Roman. He has been taking more shots than me though. He might even be tipsy by now. It's fun, we're laughing and joking. I glance down and notice that the guys are about to get served. I know my time's running out. I take a deep breath. ''What are you, Dean and Seth arguing about?"

Roman stops laughing, all evidence of his inebriated state gone for a moment, and looks me dead in the eye. ''You're trouble, Elle.''

''I know, now answer the question.''

"What would you do if I said you?"

His question makes me pause. What the hell does that mean? I know it can't be about me though. That wouldn't make any sense. But Paige's words come back to me, about Seth. I shake my head, it can't be me. ''Take a shot.''

Roman doesn't respond verbally, but he takes the shot. ''You're in for it now.''

I wait, more than a little nervous to see what he will ask next, and thinking about how I'm going to get Seth and Dean drunk as well. Roman looks at me though, eyes a little glassy, but focused. ''Who was the last person you fantasized about?"

I take a shot, there's no way I'm telling Roman he was the last person I fantasized about.

''I suppose it's my turn to be intrigued.'' I can't make eye contact with Roman so I look at the bar again, they're just talking to the bartender. Roman notices as well. ''Since we don't have much time left, I propose a new game.''

''Yes?"

Roman hiccups, ''I ask three more questions. And we both answer, but we can skip one and only one. For the hell of it, we take a shot after each question.''

I'm suspicious; this is an awfully coherent thought for someone who I thought was drunk. ''Can I know all three questions before hand?"

''No, that's the fun Elle.'''

''And why do you get to ask?"

''Because I made the game.''

''Fine, go first.''

''Okay,'' Roman slides closer to me. ''First question, when was the last time got yourself off?"

I smile, ''This is definitely a trick.''

He laughs, ''Most definitely.''

I push his shoulder, ''Are you even drunk?"

''A little tipsy,'' He leans down and whispers in my ear. ''Now babygirl, answer my question, or take a shot.''

My breathing is shallow, and I can't concentrate. Roman's hand has encircled my knee. It should be incident, but it sits there heavy and pulsing with energy. Shakily I reach out for my glass and take a shot.

''Damn, I was looking forward to that one.''

''Sorry to disappoint, next question?"

Judging by the glint in his eye I doubt if I'm ready for what he has in store. Roman takes a sip of his drink, his hand still on my knee starting to draw slow circles. He asks casually, ''What's your favorite position, love?"

I cough in disbelief and my hand immediately reaches for the shot glass, until I remember I already used my skip. ''You did trick me!''

''I know.'' His hand leaves my thigh though and tilts my chin up. ''If you're uncomfortable though, you don't have to answer, it's just a bit of fun.''

My outrage softens a little, and the daredevil in me refuses to back down. It's just sex after all and I've seen him in the midst of it, so this should be a piece of cake. ''Doggy style.''

Roman doesn't answer right away, but I feel his hand tighten on my thigh, 'Fuck.''

''What?"

He shakes his head, ''Nothing.'' Then looks down I follow his eyes and see the guys are on their way back up. ''Last question, which Shield Member would you fuck?"

Dean's POV

When Seth and I get back from the longest bar run known to man I notice Roman and Elle settled close together. I can't see his hand, but judging by the blush on Elle's face I can take a guess. Glancing next to me I suppose Seth noticed it too. His hand his holding onto his drink tightly and I know he does. I wonder if it's caused his head to run wild with possibilities like mine. Probably not.

Maybe, there's still hope that we can share Elle. I'm not overrun with jealousy at seeing Elle with Roman, instead only ideas and fantasies, some that even involve Seth. I growl lowly, focusing back on the task at hand. Once I have her first, then we can talk about sharing. For now though, I need to be first.

I slam my drink and the shots on the table, ''You two having fun?"

They break apart like guilty teenagers, but Roman's hand quickly falls over her chair. ''It's been enlightening.

Elle's face turns red and she's unable to look Roman in the eye, ''It took you two long enough!''

Seth shrugs, ''Long line, we're here now though.''

Our foursome lags into an awkward silence. And I focus on finishing my drink to take the edge off. I do and then look at the four shot on the table, ''We should take our shots.''

They agree emphatically. We lift the glasses up, ''To the Shield?" Elle offers.

We cheer, but I wonder how much longer the Shield is going to survive if things continue to progress as they have been the past two weeks.

Roman stands to use the restroom, but turns to Elle, ''Oh by the way, this morning, doubles, and you.'' Elle leans back, speechless for some reason. And doesn't say anything until long after Roman returns.

For the next thirty minutes we make small talk and drink. I notice oddly that Elle is drinking more slowly and doing much more watching than talking. As for the rest of us I realize that we must be drunk because this is the best we've gotten along in weeks. We're having fun, shit I even laugh at one of Seth's jokes. Once again, it strikes me that we all might be missing out on something great.

Some song comes on and Elle woos, ''I love this song!''

''Let's dance.'' I offer, shit I must be drunker than I thought.

Seth looks at Roman and mouths, ''What the fuck?"

Even Elle is surprised, ''Uh, okay.''

We stand and I follow her onto the dance floor admiring the exaggerated sway of her hips and that perfect pert ass. I take a deep breath trying to remain somewhat cool. There are a lot of people on the small dance floor, but that doesn't seem to bother Elle. She carves us out a spot and falls into the music. Her eyes slide close, as she slowly starts to move her hips side to side. I see guys taking appreciative glances. All I want to do is stake my claim.

Elle opens her eyes, and sends me that smile, that smile women use when they know there's nothing a man can do to resist. It's an invitation, a promise and a refusal all at the same time. I close the distance between us, pulling her body flush against mine. Her ass settles perfectly against my groin. She moves and grinds with the beat. My hands settle tightly on her hips.

The music changes, but we don't move. It's a song with a beat to fuck to. Elle knows it, I know it. The whole club knows it. We all feel the atmosphere change, heat up.

I turn Elle around.

She looks down, smirking slightly at my condition. I tilt her chin up, my hands holding her fast on her waist. Harshly, I whisper in her ear. ''You think that's funny, sweetheart?"

The little brat nods, ''A little.''

I don't answer her. Instead, I roughly pull her over my thigh. She gasps sweetly, and then God bless her, grinds slowly. Now I smirk and pull us closer, enjoying her sweet body against mine.

Even aware of my surroundings, I can't help myself. My hands drift lower and squeeze that perfect ass. Through the thin leather I can feel the heat of her skin. All that I want is to have her bare skin on mine. I look down at her again. Elle's eyes are swimming with the same desire I saw in the locker room and when she was talking to Roman earlier. In my head I've already won, I only have to close the deal.

The music changes and she breaks apart to turn. I hold her back to my front again, but I can't keep this up much longer. I need her, fiercely.

My lips touch the smooth space between her neck and shoulder. I feel her jump and then melt further into my body. I kiss frantically up the smooth expanse of her neck as my hands dare to drift lower and lower. She doesn't stop my hands or my lips. And soon enough I'm at her ear. ''Come home with me.''

Slowly, she turns and looks straight into my eyes. Her movements controlled, her eyes are wild. ''Yes.''