The title is a quote from one of Punk's recent interviews when he showed up in shorts and claimed he'd lost his pants…..

I seem to have misplaced my pants

"Are you wearing pink?"

The question came from John as soon as he looked up to see Punk walk over for their tag match. He'd been waiting behind the curtain for Punk. Ziggler and Swagger had not shown up yet. Punk crossed his arms and stood shoulder to shoulder with John.

"He thought I wouldn't do it," Punk said, staring straight ahead, waiting for them to be called.

"Who? Ziggler?"

Before Punk could answer, John's attention was caught by Ziggler and Swagger, who had both walked up as well. Ziggler looked decidedly disgruntled and a smirk had formed on Punk's face, even though he hadn't looked over himself.

"Jesus." John put a hand on his forehead in exasperation. "Are you guys actually daring each other now?"

"He seems to have forgotten that I've worn far worse things down to the ring." He paused and raised an eyebrow at Ziggler. "What are you scowling at? Haven't you worn a miniskirt and a sports bra down once? This isn't worse than that."

John leaned close to Punk, and gestured to the outfit Ziggler was wearing, to the tights and what looked like a kite on his back. "Uh…I think you're forgetting that not everyone reads comic books like you do."

Punk only shrugged in response. "I know. But it's amusing to me. Look, you really are one of the worst villains ever, you know?"

John shook his head, rolled his eyes and decided not to comment further on that.

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It started on the morning Punk had woken up next to Ziggler on the couch. He hadn't left immediately. Instead, he'd stayed and spent hours with Dolph, who had proclaimed that he was starving and then they'd ordered enough food to feed an army.

Breakfast had turned into a game of "I dare you to eat that" which had turned into a game of "I bet I can eat more than you" which had turned into a game of "I dare you to do this", "I bet you won't watch this"….

It was extremely juvenile. In fact, there were several times that that voice in the back of his head reminded him that he was thirty three years old but Punk mostly ignored it. Because, well, he was having fun, no matter how juvenile it was.

So, of course, when the next house show arrived and they were scheduled in a tag match against each other, it had to turn into "I dare you to wear this".

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When Punk made it back to the locker room, he was certain that both Swagger and Cena thought he and Dolph were insane. Punk may have bet Dolph he wouldn't do a flying leap off the top rope with the kite on his back.

He was also certain that either he or Dolph, or both of them, would probably be getting a call from someone about their performance. They had a little leeway, at least. It was a house show….

When he got back to the locker room, he found that Dolph had one upped him. His bag was missing, in its place a note that read Dare you.

Fifteen minutes later, Punk was marching through the hotel lobby in pink trunks, pink kick pads and boots, wrist tape and nothing else. He'd gotten a fair amount of stares on his way into the hotel, of course and he'd made it to the elevator before he was stopped.

"Uh…sir?" One of the employees asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah, sorry." Punk gestured to himself. "I seem to have misplaced my pants. You know, I think they are in my room." He skirted past her before the shock could turn to anger and got into the elevator.

He made it to Dolph's room without getting stopped again and scowled at the man when he answered the door. "You're going to get me kicked out of here."

"Do you care?" Dolph grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. He looked Punk over. "You look really hot."

"You have a sick obsession with pink. You should probably get some help for that," Punk commented, grabbing his bag from Dolph's floor and sitting it on Dolph's bed so that he could dig through it.

"Wait." Dolph grabbed his arm and turned Punk towards him. He paused, looked Punk over once again. "I dare you to kiss me."

"Are we really going to do that this way?" Punk asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, we really are."

Punk seemed to consider this a moment but simply shrugged and reached for Dolph, pulling him into a kiss. It almost immediately became heated. They'd been teasing each other for weeks, after all. Dolph pulled Punk almost impossibly close and his hands roamed.

And, as Punk pulled Dolph down on the bed on top of him, Dolph's last thought was I win but he wasn't thinking of any wager at that moment.