Ravyn's hand trembles as she looks at the log of missed calls and texts. Fearing the worst she opens the message from JJ first. Expecting to read about the death of someone close to them in the business, she's both relieved and shocked to see that that isn't the case. Texts from JJ read 'Dude answer your phone!' And 'Call me ASAP!' She sees messages from Tyler and Carrano too. Her phone rings again, it's JJ.

"Dude, why is my phone blowing up," Ravyn answers groggily.

"Oh, thank god, you answered!" JJ says exasperated.

"Sorry friend," Ravyn yawns. "I was sleeping."

"Well while you were busy in Slumberland, social media was busy stirring up a shit storm," JJ tells her.

"What?" Ravyn snorts. "Rollins have a new angry ex?"

"No..." JJ pauses. "It's about you."

The color drains from her face as a lump of nerves rises in her throat. "How bad?" Ravyn asks her best friend.

"Considering I was there all night with you, I think it LOOKS much worse than it actually is," JJ says carefully.

Swallowing hard Ravyn asks, "What happened?"

"There must have been a fan taking pictures in the club last night," JJ starts. "There are two pictures. One of you dancing with Dango and another of you and Tyler. Now since I was there, I know nothing happened. But the angles of the shots make them look terrible... Like a PR nightmare."

"J," Ravyn stammers. "Can you send them to me?"

JJ is silent for a moment. "Yeah I can," she sighs. "But only if you promise to stay off of Twitter... And probably Instagram too. Yeah, actually, all of social media."

"Ok," Ravyn whispers nervously. "Send them over and I'll give you a call later. After I handle Carrano."

"Good luck," JJ says. "You'll get them shortly. And please, stay off the internet."

Ravyn hangs up the phone and waits impatiently for the images to appear. She fiddles with the phone. Turning it over and over again in her hand. When it finally does vibrate she nearly drops it. After fumbling to keep control of it for a few seconds she manages to get it under control and find the nerve to unlock it.

The first photo is of her and Dango on the dance floor. His left hand on her hip as he stands behind her with his face next to hers. The photo was taken at the precise moment where his right hand appears to be groping her chest. To someone that wasn't at the club the image could definitely be construed as more than just dancing. She swipes to the right and sees the second picture. It's a shot of their table from across the dance floor. At first Ravyn doesn't see what the issue is. She sees Tyler leaned against the booth back, tilting his head back with on arm behind his head. Probably stifling a yawn.

She stares harder at the photo, trying to figure it out. When she sees it she audibly gasps and nearly drops the phone. She remembers the moment vividly. She had dropped her room key and leaned down to pick it back up with her one good arm. Try as she might the stupid plastic card kept slipping from her fingers. It took her an obscene amount of time to finally pick up the keycard. The image staring back at her from the glowing phone screen shows her head buried in Tyler's lap. Or at least that's what the angle makes it look like. She groans and flops back onto the bed pulling the comforter over her head and just wishing that she could start the last twelve hours over.

Her phone lights up with another text message. It's from Tyler. Just a simple 'Hey, are you ok?' from him. She shoots him back a quick response and begins systematically working her way through the backlog of calls and messages. Most of them are from JJ and Tyler. She comes across messages from Dango, William Regal, Triple H and Mark Carrano too. She opts to just bite the bullet and call Carrano directly.

"I'll keep this short, I'm boarding a plane," Carrano answers his phone. "I need you to be at the house show tomorrow by 11am. We need to have a meeting with Vince."

"Great," Ravyn sighs.

"Don't worry too much," he tells her. "You're not in any trouble. Just stay off of the Internet ok? Don't feed the trolls."

Her stomach sinks at the second mention of avoiding social media, "Thanks Mark, see you tomorrow." There's a knock at her door. "Go away," she calls out sadly.

"Not happening," she hears her best friend respond from the hallway. "Let me in!" Ravyn rolls off of the bed and drags herself to the door. She opens the door towards her and is greeted by JJ holding up a paper bag and a diet soda. "I brought you breakfast," she smiles.

"A shining beacon of hope in an otherwise dismal and cloudy morning," Ravyn smirks snatching the bag from her hand greedily. "Ooo, hashbrowns!" She reaches into the bag on her way back into the room. JJ follows her and sits on the corner of the bed.

"So you doing ok?" JJ asks.

Ravyn nods, "Yeah, I mean, I spoke to Carrano and he says I'm not in trouble or anything. But we still have to meet with Vince tomorrow."

"That sucks," JJ confirms. "And the media is not going to go easy on you guys."

"Do you really think the media cares about this?" Ravyn asks naively. "I mean, it's not like I'm the champ or anything."

"Well..." JJ pauses.

Ravyn's face falls, "What's that look for. I don't like that look at all."

JJ fidgets anxiously with her long red hair, "Social media has sort of already started to blow up over this."

"Blow up how?" Ravyn asks cautiously.

"Let's just say that the pictures went viral," JJ explains. "Way worse than Seth's nudes. Probably because the majority of wrestling fans are men."

Ravyn sighs, "It's not even like I was naked or anything!"

"Yeah, but those pictures have sparked every perverts twisted fantasies about you and your sex life," her friend explains. "They're all really sure that you're into hooking up in public. And the fact that you aren't in a public relationship has them convinced that you're easy too."

"Awesome," Ravyn says dryly. "So now because I don't have a boyfriend, I'm a huge slut."

"That's one of the nicer things you're being called," JJ half jokes.

"Why couldn't I have got lucky like you. You and Dolph are so damn cute," Ravyn whines.

"Hey, that's what happens when your best friend disappears for a month and you need a hotel breakfast buddy!" JJ laughs.

"So, should I like, push you down the stairs or something so I can find a boyfriend?" Ravyn asks sarcastically.

JJ snickers, "Sometimes I think you're crazy."

"Only sometimes?" Ravyn snorts.

"The right guy will come along," JJ assures her.

"Until then I get to deal with a media shit storm making me out to be the biggest slut on the planet," Ravyn groans. "This is going to be terrible."

JJ confirms, "Well it's definitely not going to be easy. But you aren't in trouble and you didn't actually do anything wrong. So you'll make it through."

"Whatever it takes," Ravyn whispers. "I know I can make it through."

"You did not just use the Degrassi theme song," JJ scolds.

Ravyn just giggles. The girls sit together for a while longer while Ravyn ignores her phone blowing up with texts and Twitter notifications. JJ leaves by noon to go to the gym with Dolph. Against her better judgement Ravyn logs on to Twitter to see just how bad this whole thing has become.