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This chapter is named after 'Evacuate The Dancefloor' by Cascada

Elizabeth Chapman's Point Of View

The bar was surprisingly pleasant when we all finally got there. It was quaint and warm and welcoming, the kind of bar you went to for a drink or two after work. It had a jukebox, pool-tables, tonnes of seats and tables, and a small dance-floor with a DJ on deck beside it. It had baseball memorabilia on the walls and framed signed photos of so many sports stars that I could barely count them all.

It was homely and I really liked it.

Renee led the five of us in, all of us walking straight over to the busy bar to order our drinks. Seth, being the gentleman as ever, said that he'd pay for my drink. I protested at first, but he continued to insist. I only agreed to it if he let me buy the next round. He was reluctant but finally settled on this arrangement.

I ordered a beer like everyone else, staring around the place as the drinks were prepared.

The place was full, people drinking, others dancing, a few people enjoying themselves on the pool tables. I noticed some other superstars sitting at tables around the place and I knew we'd no doubt join them soon.

It was oddly nice to be able to relax and be out somewhere by myself without the worry of Randy being around a corner ready to spoil the fun. He was gone for three weeks, he'd be nowhere near me, and as sad as that was due to the fact I'd miss my boyfriend, it was rather nice to be able to do what I wanted without him moaning or getting angry about it.

Very rarely did I get to do what I wanted. It was usually Randy who chose where we went or any activities we did. The only time my ideas went ahead were when Randy wanted to do them too. But if I suggested something he wasn't so keen on, then it was wiped off the table and there was no way in hell we were doing it. It saddened me because I'd gone places and done things I hadn't wanted to do hundreds of times, and it was because I knew Randy wanted to do them and it'd make him happy to do them.

It was a shame I was never offered the same courtesy. My ideas always got shot down and ignored. We only ever did what he wanted.

And Randy would have hated going to this bar tonight. It wasn't his scene and he wouldn't have been keen on socialising with so many of the people at work. He preferred keeping himself to himself, avoiding workmates at all costs. This was a place I could only go without him, so I was grateful for the opportunity.

Seth eventually handed me my beer, I thanked him, and the five of us headed over to the table filled with people from work.

I wasn't embarrassed to admit I felt star-struck seeing everyone sitting down around the large table. It wasn't every day you saw Neville, Dolph Ziggler, Cesaro, Tyson Kidd, John Cena, Daniel Bryan and The Bellas sitting in a bar and knowing you were about to join them. I had to blink several times in order to double check it was all real.

We reached the table, everyone greeting us, Seth pulling out a chair for me to sit on. I sat down, the others following suit, and I sipped on my beer.

Ten year old Ellie would be jumping off the walls right now to see all the wrestlers I was surrounded by. And it wasn't even at a meet and greet or a special event. It was in a bar, having a casual drink, hanging out and chilling. This wasn't real, this didn't happen, and I still had to pinch myself that I even had this job in the first place, let alone that I was hanging out with the likes of John Cena and The Shield.

It was a dream come true.

"… At least Orton is gone," laughed Cesaro.

Huh?

This suddenly piqued my interest and I looked up at him the second Randy's name was mentioned. What were they talking about?

"Yeah, three weeks, I hear," said Neville.

"Place may actually be nice to work in for a while then," joked Ziggler, taking a drink, everyone laughing and agreeing.

My eyebrows furrowed at their words, my mind taking them in and flipping them around in order to understand them. Were they… talking shit about Randy?

I looked over to Seth but saw he was deep in conversation with Tyson Kidd and Roman about football, so I turned back to the conversation, drinking my beer and eavesdropping on what was being said.

"Normally I'd be a bit jealous they picked Orton for the film because that is one hell of an opportunity, but if it gets him out of our hair for a few weeks then I might ask them to film for longer," laughed Cesaro.

"The bastard is so miserable," noted Ziggler. "Just because he's worked for the company for over ten years, he thinks he owns the fucking place."

"It's nice not to come into work to a frosty reception," said Neville. "I don't know what the guy's problem is, but I can't think of a single person he doesn't piss off."

I didn't listen to any more, I didn't want to. The entire thing made me extremely uncomfortable and highly awkward and insanely upset. Why were they talking shit about him in front of his girlfriend…? I know they didn't know who I was or that Randy and I were together, but it was rude to talk about someone behind their back like that anyway. I could feel a familiar stinging behind my eyes that indicated tears were coming but I used every ounce of energy I had to hold them back and keep them at bay.

It was just horrible and vile to hear someone talking trash about your boyfriend like that. It was wrong, it was painful and it hurt. No one wants to hear bad things about the person they loved.

But I found it odd how three different people all thought the same and it made me wonder the reasons behind their words. Since I'd been made to keep my distance from Randy at work, I didn't know what he was usually like in a work environment. Was he a dick at work? Did he act like a piece of shit? Was there a valid reason why three men all felt the same way about him?

I sighed, downing my beer in one gulp, suddenly not wanting to be around these people anymore. I suddenly felt like a tiny fish in an insanely huge pond and I was easily getting swallowed up.

"Hey, you okay?" came a calm and quiet voice.

I looked up to see Seth staring down at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Oh, um, I'm fine," I lied, looking away again, carefully ripping the label off my empty beer bottle.

"You don't look it, Ellie," he said loud enough to be heard over the music playing in the bar, but so that only I could hear. "Talk to me."

I sighed, placing my hair behind my ear. "I'm just a little overwhelmed I guess."

"With all these people?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I just feel a bit weird, is all."

He moved his arm until it was resting along the back of my chair, bringing me in closer. "Do you wanna go back to the hotel?" he asked, but I shook my head.

I didn't want to leave the bar, not really. Yeah they were talking shit about Randy and I hated it, but I never ever got the opportunity to go places like this with my friends on my own, and I didn't want a few bad words about my boyfriend to ruin it for me. They'd stop talking about it eventually and I could easily move away from them until they did. I'd been having a wonderful time up until then and I didn't want the evening spoiled.

"Okay then. Maybe we can distract you," he suggested.

"How?" I asked, my voice not really in it, not really bothered.

He looked around the place before a knowing smile reached his lips.

"Dance with me?" he asked, causing me to shoot my head up to look back at him, my eyes wide.

"D-Dance?" I asked, my voice a little higher pitched than I intended.

"Yeah, dance with me," he smiled. "Gets you away from everyone, allows you to loosen up, and dancing is fun."

Dance with me… probably three of the worst words to ever say to me.

I was a terrible dancer, an awful dancer, my dance skills were shocking. It was like I had two left feet that in no way wanted to co-operate with each other and didn't want to do what I told them to. Every dance I did either ended up with me rushing off embarrassed or in a mess on the floor. Dancing and I did not mix.

"But… I can't dance, Seth," I said.

"Well I can," he said. "And I'm sure I can help you out."

"I guess," I said, not sure if I should be doing this in the first place.

It was one thing to go out without Randy knowing, but to dance with another guy might be overstepping the mark. I knew he'd go insane if he found out.

But then again, he'd go insane over all of it if he found out. And it wasn't like Seth and I were a thing. We would simply be two friends having a dance and having fun. There was no harm in it, and he was right – it would be fun… I think.

"So," he said, standing up. "You coming?" He offered me his hand.

I smiled up at him and stood, trusting he'd look after me, slipping my hand into his. "Sure."

"Going for a dance, boys," said Seth, informing his friends where we were off to. He squeezed my hand tightly in his, moved us from the table and guided us smoothly to the small dance-floor without waiting for an answer from Roman or Dean.

The dance-floor was half full when we reached it so we were able to easily move and not get crushed in a sea of bodies. We began gently swaying to the music playing, moving our bodies, my hand still firmly in his. However it was the only body part of mine he touched. He didn't hold me, he didn't face me and we were kind of doing our own dance whilst keeping our hands in contact.

I was kind of grateful. Simple dancing was best for me and my two left feet, and being distant meant I wouldn't fall over him or hurt him during my uncoordinated movements. But he still confused me.

I wasn't sure why he was so distant, but I had a funny feeling it was to do with the fact he knew I had a boyfriend. He hardly looked at me, doing his own thing and I couldn't help but be touched by his sweetness. He was doing the honorable thing, he wasn't holding me or touching me in a suggestive way, respecting my relationship and not making me want to feel awkward.

I couldn't help but smile as I watched him. Seth Rollins truly was a sweet man. Always so attentive, always so kind, always so considerate. And who was I to him? Some waitress at a restaurant. Some girl at work. Some woman his best friend's girlfriend was helping. He didn't have to do a fucking thing for me, but he had. He'd taken a liking to me, he'd pushed to strike up a friendship.

He wasn't some guy who wanted to get in my pants, he genuinely just wanted to know me and be my friend. This was clearly shown by his actions after I told him I had a boyfriend. He didn't run for the hills, he didn't keep his distance, he didn't call it quits and never talk to me again because he didn't have a chance to fuck me. He fought for a friendship, he still wanted to know me, he urged us to be pals regardless of there being a boyfriend in the picture or not.

Most guys didn't do that, and most guys didn't give you your space when you were dancing because he was being considerate and respectful to your relationship.

In that moment, it made me realise something – Seth Rollins was one hell of a guy. He was a wonderful individual, and even though Randy didn't want me being friends with these guys, I couldn't just throw Seth out into the cold anymore. I could ignore him, I couldn't be distant, I couldn't be a bitch. He was a decent and genuine guy, and he didn't deserve the treatment Randy wanted me to give him.

So I'd remain his friend.

Despite what Randy wanted, I was going to forge a friendship with Seth Rollins. It'd have to be out of sight, and it would have to be deadly secret, but I'd make it work. Seth was too nice a guy to turn away, and he gave too much of a shit about me for me to turn around and just ignore him. I'd be his friend no matter what.

So I grabbed his hand tighter and pulled myself towards him until I stood face to face in front of him. My sudden appearance surprised him at first but slowly he began to chuckle.

"Someone is enjoying herself," he commented.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and began to sway us to the music. "Seth Rollins, you promised me a dance. So give me one."

He blinked, looking at me skeptically. "But… what about your boyfriend? I seriously don't think he'd appreciate another guy dancing with his girl this closely."

"Well my boyfriend isn't here," I said. "And it's not like you're going to try anything. You said friends, remember?"

"Erm, yeah. I guess I did," he said.

"So put your hands on my fucking hips and dance with me, okay?" I smirked.

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled, placing his large hands on my hips immediately, taking the lead in our dance, his hands and body moving us in time to the music.

"Though, I have to warn you, even though I really want to, I honestly can't dance that well," I said to him in all seriousness.

"Well then, I'll just have to lead you and teach you," he smiled.

"I will fall flat on my face," I warned him. "It's inevitable."

"Don't worry, Ellie. You're in safe hands. I won't let anything bad happen."

We continued to sway to the music that filled the room and he held me closer. I felt his gaze on me but I couldn't look at him; my eyes were constantly directed at my feet, watching them to make sure they didn't slip up. Seth chuckled at me but I just ignored him. I bit my lip in concentration, making sure that I didn't step on his toes. That was the last thing that I wanted to happen, even though it would happen eventually - it always did.

"You're really worried about this, aren't you?" he asked sweetly.

"Yes," I nodded, my eyes trained onto my feet. I had to be the most uncoordinated person on the planet. Dancing and I just didn't mix. Never had, never would. I preferred to just sit off at the side and watch everybody else dance. It was much safer that way.

"Okay. Hang on…" he muttered.

All of a sudden Seth lifted me up, causing me to gasp, bringing me closer to him before he set me back down on my feet. Only this time they weren't on the ground, they were on top of his. It was just like I did with my dad when I was a little girl. Surely I was heavy standing on his feet, but from the look on his face, he didn't seem to mind. His smile said it all.

"You sure?" I asked, an eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Positive," he smiled.

We began moving to the music again and since my feet were much safer now, I could look into his eyes. I grinned, knowing that I wasn't causing any danger and that this arrangement was actually working. With our chests pressed together and the warmth of his body against mine relaxing me, I honestly felt as if I could actually dance without fucking it up.

"This is awesome," I beamed brightly.

"See," he smiled. "You're dancing."

"Yeah, I guess I am," I chuckled. Those three words he had said to me weren't as terrible as I figured after all.

"See, it's not so bad" he said.

"No, I suppose it isn't," I said happily. "I'm not too heavy, am I?"

"Of course not," he replied. "You're perfect."

Aaand… cue the blush!

I felt the warmth in my cheeks and I knew that I had to be flushing the brightest of reds. My blush was so embarrassing, but there was nothing I could do to stop its unwanted appearance.

This felt nice… insanely nice. No guy had ever done this to me before. Every time I'd danced with Randy, I'd either chickened out and decided not too, I'd ended up flat on my face with Randy laughing at me, or Randy had refused to dance with me in case I embarrassed him or showed him up. Not once had he tried to help me, ease me or rectify the problem.

This was what made Seth so wonderful and awesome. He hadn't seen my terrible dancing as a problem but as a challenge. He hadn't shied away from me or said no to dancing. He'd fixed the problem and found an alternative way to have fun. He'd made my dilemma work and work for the better, making me feel good about myself along the way.

I no longer felt like an idiot or an imbecile. I felt like I belonged here, that everyone wasn't staring at me because I had no rhythm or was a mess of flailing limbs and body parts. I could actually move like a normal person, and not one person was judging me.

"Thanks, Seth," I said. "This is making me feel so much better."

"Then I've done my job well tonight," he replied.

I looked up at Seth, staring into his deep brown sparkling eyes, seeing the sweetness behind them, seeing that boyish smile hidden in a sea of beard, confirming with myself once and for all that I had to make this friendship work, I had to give it a chance.

Because Seth Rollins was a guy I knew I needed in my life.

A huge thanks to BeckyLynch'sTheme, Tantoune, Meep Meepy Meep, dutchangel1979 and MsConCon for their kind words about the last chapter.

BeckyLynch'sTheme – Thank you! (:

Tantoune – I agree, it's about time Ellie had some fun!

Meep Meepy Meep – He does! But that's Randy. Possessive and unreasonable.

Dutchangel1979 – I hope this chapter continued to keep you hooked. Seth is a total sweetie.

MsConCon – It's definitely Randy's possessive and dark side coming out. But it gives Ellie time to finally enjoy herself… and for us to see the adorable Seth Rollins in action ;)

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