Silently, Ravyn weighs her options before reluctantly following AJ to his room. It's just a few doors down from her own. He slides the keycard into the door and lets himself in, holding the door open for her to follow. She steps into the room to see that's it's identical to hers. He sets his key on the TV stand along with his wallet and cell phone then reaches into the suitcase on the floor next to the wall. He hands her a pair of gym shorts and a tank top.
"Best I can do for now," he admits. "Haven't done laundry yet this week."
She takes them with a thank you and steps into the bathroom. After changing into AJ's extra clothes she takes a long look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She asks herself if this is really happening. Somehow she resists the urge to pinch herself for a reality check. Her mind reels at the absurdity of situation. What kind of luck does she have to end up in the hotel room of someone who barely even tolerates her existence? She splashes some water on her face and ventures back into the hotel room. AJ's World Championship title belt glints from on top of his gear bag in the corner of the dimly lit room. AJ places a pillow on the couch and sits down. He's about to swing his legs onto the cushions when Ravyn stops him.
"You can't sleep on the couch," she fumbles with her words. "You've got to wrestle tomorrow. And this is your room."
"Exactly. It's my room and you're the guest," his southern accent is even stronger when he's drunk. "And you've got a bad shoulder. Sleeping on the couch will set your recovery back."
They stare at each other stubbornly for what seems like an eternity. Finally Ravyn breaks the silence. "This is a king bed," she states. "There's plenty of room for both of us. We'll never even know the other is there."
It takes a moment, but AJ finally agrees and tosses his pillow back onto the bed. They each crawl under the covers as far away from each other as they can. AJ turns out the light and within a few minutes they're both asleep.
Sunlight peeks between the long black-out curtains a few hours later. Ravyn stifles a yawn and buries her face into her pillow. A moment later she freezes. She feels a hand on her hip and hears gentle snoring behind her. Slowly she begins to recall the events from the night before. The shock of AJ being cuddle up next to her has her completely paralyzed. She's not even sure if she's breathing anymore, trying not to wake him. He stretches a bit then pulls her closer to him. His face ends up buried in her hair and his left arm wraps around her waist. Her first instinct is to freak out and run away. But after taking a few deep breaths she starts to relax and even finds the closeness sort of comforting. As she starts to fall back to sleep AJ must wake up. When he realizes where he is and what he's doing he quickly rolls over and scoots to the far edge of the bed.
Ravyn waits until she hears him half snore before she crawls out of bed. With ninja like stealth she sneaks into the bathroom where she changes back into her clothes from the night before. A smudge of leftover makeup gets dabbed away by a tissue and she decides to be on her way. She grabs her purse and exits the room as silently as possible. The hallway to the elevator is empty, luckily. The last thing she wants right now is to run into someone she knows. The elevator takes her to the lobby, where the sun is streaming through the large floor to ceiling windows. She blinks painfully at the intense light. The realization that she's going to regret all of last nights drinking begins with an epic headache. She groans to herself and makes her way to the front desk. The girl at the desk has a new card ready for her in just a few minutes time. As she turns away from the desk she hears a familiar voice.
"There you are!" Her best friend calls. "I've been knocking on your door for almost an hour trying to see if you wanted to go get breakfast with us! I was getting ready to come get a key and break in!"
"Sorry," Ravyn apologizes as her head pounds.
Concern shows on JJ's face, "Rough night?"
Ravyn nods. She tries to come up with a story about her whereabouts without lying to her best friend, "Stayed out drinking with The Club." Technically not a lie. "And I lost my room key. So I had to crash with one of the boys." She hates deceiving her best friend, but definitely is not ready to tell her that she spent the night in AJ's room.
JJ smirks, "Oh? Sounds like you had a good time. Looks like you could use some rest."
"It was a long night," Ravyn is so exhausted she doesn't even pick up the implication that JJ has laid down. "I'll catch you at the arena."
A few hours later Ravyn is helping Dango with a handful of tickets that they plan on handing out to the crowd during their entrance. The back stage area buzzes with activity as the crew sets up for tonight's live Pay Per View. When she's done helping Dango, Ravyn heads to the trainers office so they can assess the condition of her shoulder.
He puts her through a few minor routine movements to check on her range of motion. She winces when she pushes herself a bit too far. The trainer notices and calls it quits for the day.
"It's looking good," he tells her. "You're healing as well as can be expected. I'm going to show you a couple of exercises that I'd like you to start doing two to three times a week. Don't over do it though, that will be detrimental to your recovery."
"Do I have to keep wearing the brace off of TV?" She asks hopefully.
"For now, yes," he cautions. "I'd like to wait at least another month before we ditch the brace."
Ravyn finishes up with the trainer before heading to catering to spend some time with JJ. Before they know it though it's time to get ready for the pre-show. Ravyn changes into her Fashion Police gear and meets the boys near Gorilla. The rest of the tag teams for the Survivor Series tag match start to gather around.
Breezango's music hits and the three of them wait a moment before stepping through the curtain. Ravyn leads them to the top of the ramp and poses. Tyler comes up behind her and leans to her left with his selfie stick. They both look to their right as Dango does a sky high front kick. He steps off to the side of the ramp and starts handing out tickets to offending crowd members. Tyler's hand rests on her right hip as they watch him harass the public. Ravyn turns her head to look into the camera on the selfie stick in front of her and Tyler. Tyler smirks. She turns to look at him with the feeling that he's up to something. As soon as she's facing him she feels his soft lips on hers.
The crowd pops with a mixture of cheers and boos. Tyler breaks the kiss and gives the camera broadcasting their faces on the Titantron a cocky smile. As he steps around Ravyn he sees that she's drowning in the shock of the moment. He reaches back to take her hand in his and leads her down the ramp. She struggles to get her bearings at first, but by the time they're at ringside she's back to herself. The fans in the front row are given tickets while the other teams join them for the match. Dango is the first competitor for the Smackdown team. When the bell rings he starts handing out tickets to the members of both the Raw and Smackdown teams. He's quickly defeated and Breezango is eliminated from the match. Ravyn collects the boys and brings them back through the curtain.