The club scene was actually much similar to one of John Cena's classic parties; there was music blasting so abnormally loud that you could hear it from a few streets down, there were people scattered everywhere and the dance moves were anything but conservative.

The party boy was sitting at the bar with a drink placed against his lips, he took a sip and smiled with pleasure as he observed his surroundings. It was clear that the college life was the life for John Cena, these four years in college made him feel as if he was an immortal soul – you couldn't tell him otherwise.

To the left of John was one of his close friends, Dolph Ziggler. The blonde man was under a lot of stress as of late and it was wonderful to just sit back and relax with some of his friends. The alcoholic beverage in his hand tasted even better now than it ever has before. He looked at the man to his right and smiled softly, John was a great friend to have when you wanted to have fun and that's exactly what Dolph was planning for this evening.

He watched as Randy and Nikki, no Brie – one of the twins – danced with each other on the dance floor. Suddenly his view was blocked by a petite blonde woman who was now standing in front of him. He scanned up the woman's body to see Barbie's face staring down at him with a half-smile. She waved cutely at him after running her hands down her dress to de-ruffle it.

The man raised his eyebrow for a moment questioning why she was standing over here looking directly at him, it was usually John's attention she was trying to catch.

"Hey, may I sit?" Barbie smiled, when the man nodded as a way of reassurance that it was alright she took a spot on the stool next to him before continuing, "You look nice."

"Oh, are you the flatterer now? That's a new one but I'm flattered." The man smirked playfully. Although he didn't mind her presence the thought of her taking so long to finally pay him any attention aggravated him a bit more than he let on.

Barbie sat back against the bar and took a deep breath, "I'm not all that flattering. I'm a bitch to some people, like your friend, AJ." It was as if she didn't want to speak it, she knew of the closeness between the two and Barbie believed if she said it he would judge her even more and for some reason his opinion was really important to him.

"Yeah I know."

Dolph couldn't help but chuckle as he noticed the timid way she had spoken, her blue eyes widened as he addressed that he had known about it.

"What, you know?"
"Yeah, Lee told me."

"Of course she did."

"Play nice. She and I are finally talking again, no thanks to you I might add."

"What's your point? The bitch hates me."

A look of disappointment was plastered on his face, he didn't understand the strong hatred between the two girls and more important he didn't like it. As much as Dolph had wished that the two could just suck it up and be friends he didn't see that coming up in his future.

A sigh came across Barbie's lips as she saw the look of despair on his face, she cleared her throat and then tried to make a smooth recovery, "I'm sorry."

"I've never heard you say sorry before."

"And here I was thinking you were the one person who wouldn't judge me but let's face it, that's all you ever do now."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Yes, you did." The blonde woman sighed again as she stood up from the bar. "Bye Dolph, Bye John." Barbie gave a faint smile and a small wave to both men as she walked back onto the dance floor to look for some other people to chat up with.

"Dick move." John smirked while knocking on the bar in way of signaling for another round. "She obviously has feelings for you now and you just brushed her off."

His friend glared slightly at him as he ran his hand through his hair to signal his frustration. Dolph leaned back in his seat and placed an elbow on the bar to keep his balance. The blue eyes on his face were narrowed as he observed the man beside him – you could just tell that the man was awaiting to say something.

"Really, you're going to talk to me about being a dick? That word defines you."

John just shook off his comment and continued on, "I know you feel bad because AJ has liked you all this time and you don't want to be a dick by being seen with the girl she despises but there has to be a time where you draw the line between a good friend and an idiot."

"So you think I'm an idiot for that?"

"Yes, you obviously still have feelings for Barbie like you always have despite all she's done to you and you're just brushing it off to spare the feelings of a girl you'll never care for in that way. You're way too nice and I hate to say it but sometimes you just have to be a little less selfless and a lot more selfish."

Dolph rolled his eyes at his friend's words but meanwhile he knew that he was right; but he wasn't going to let him know that.

Randy and Nicole were dancing pretty close on the dance floor, from others viewpoint it would seem to be an intimate embrace but in actuality it was their way of vaguely negotiating.

Randy's chest was against hers and their heads laid at the perfect angel for them both to be just a few centimeters from ear reach. The dark haired man ran his fingers down the woman's arm as he moved his body alongside the movement, Nikki could feel the tenseness in his touch. A part of Nikki felt empowered by his fright, she knew she was in control and she liked the power that she held.

"What did that text mean? You keep avoiding that part." The tatted man whispered into her ear, her body seemed to tense up as his breath touched her skin; her smirk grew wider.

"Oh Randy, why does the text have to mean anything?"

"Nicole don't play dumb with me, it seemed like stage one of some kind of blackmailing scandal."

A raspy giggle was released from the twins lips, her head rested on his shoulder and he could feel her smirk widen on his shoulder blade. "And what if it was? It sounds like a mystery, mysteries are fun Randy."

Floods of anger rushed over the man, it was obvious to him that Nikki was playing mind games to it and as much as he wanted to put her in his place he knew that wasn't possible. She was in control.

"Come on, Orton. Enjoy the fun times left that you have with me before I go back home."

"When do you go back home again, I'll be counting the minutes."

"You say that as if the moment I step aboard that plane all your troubles are away. That's cute… Brie is on my speed dial I could let her know any and every detail by just one click of the button, it's that simple."

Suddenly their embrace started to move further and further apart. Randy's stare transformed itself into a glare while Nicole's smirk turned into a threatening look. It took a while but their stare off was eventually broken up by a third party who had a little too many glasses of wine.

"Hi, you guys. Isn't this so fun? I can't believe I haven't been here before…" Brie was a ditzy drunk, there was no way she could have caught the tension between the two unless someone directly pointed it out. The brunette had to lean on the chiseled man for some support; a drunk woman and high heels were not a pleasant combination.

"Yes, it's a blast." Randy said sarcastically with a bitter tone. He then looked at the woman in need and suddenly his frustration became less present. "Let's go sit you down."

"No, don't." Nikki jumped in, "I'll take care of her. By the way Randy I never knew how high above you are compared to me. That's crazy."

The man rolled his eyes at the not so subtle or creative way she was trying to address him.

"Got it." He nodded.

Nikki smirked once again as she began to carry her twin away from the scene, she let out a few sighs of disgust as she sat her down on one of the couches. She fanned off her sister while glancing his way, quickly she realized that his stare was still on them and that smirk that Nicole wore so often came back across her lips as she muttered a few words under her breath.

"I play nice in round one, Orton."

Refills after refills were given to the curly haired brunette tonight. Eve Torres was looking for a relief from all the stressors in her life and this was the quickest way she's found yet. Dollar after dollar hit the bar counter as she awaited her next cocktail. The smile that was plastered across the Latinas face was pitiful. In no way did that smile look convincing. Good thing Eve didn't care tonight.

Unexpectedly another person joined in on her drinking session. Eve's green eyes shot up to meet his brown one, it took a while to clearly make out who it was due to her sight being a bit dazed but the lip piercing and the tattoos made it a bit more obvious.

"Philly! Hi!" The woman cheered while reaching out her arms for a quick hug which he received. Punk pulled out the stool next to her and had a disappointed expression glued on his face.

"Eve, what are you doing? You're not one to get drunk." Phil kept eyeing the glass she was holding, it was hard to fight the urge to pull it from her hands but he kept his cool.

"I'm testing this new theory. If I do it every once in a while will it hurt? I already came up with an answer, no it will not."

"That was a quick conclusion."

"Yup."

The atmosphere became quiet between the two of them. The brunette just kept sipping away at her drink while dancing along to the beat in her stool while the man opposing her was fighting ever urge in his body to stop her tab and to get her back to normal.

It stayed like this for probably five minutes and then the second Punk opened his mouth to speak; she suddenly had something to say.

"I've got to go to the bathroom." Eve said cheeringly, it left her friend to only chuckle.

"Alright, you go do that, I'll be right here."

The Latina nodded along while standing up in a wobbly form and then found her way to the bathroom. When she was all tidy and done the mirror caught her gaze, a smile pursed across her lips while running her hands through her hair to fix any mistakes. As soon as Eve was finished she made her way outside the bathroom to head back to Punk but it didn't take long for her to get caught in her tracks.

Mike Mizanin had accidentally found himself bumping into her. He eagerly went to catch her with his open hand while the other held a recently refilled half empty drink. The two exchanged chuckles as they caught each other's gaze.

The two exchanged apologies and near the end Miz began to slowly slip his hand away from her waist. The woman watched him move his hand away from her every step of the way.

"You look beautiful." The blonde man smiled faintly, you could tell by his smile that he was highly intoxicated, almost as much as one Eve Torres.

"Thanks." Eve smiled, the woman was about to continue until she was quickly cut off by another woman that she knew, Maryse.

"Oh Mike, you're so sweet but you don't have to lie to this troll. She already knows the truth." And there it was, one of those bitchy smiles that Maryse so proudly wore.

"Whatever." Eve muttered under her breath, she was caught off guard a bit. She didn't know if it was the alcohol but she was feeling very overwhelmed, as if another negative comment would set her off the edge. Her emotions were tightened as of late and it was all becoming too much.

The pair watched the French Canadian walk off to the dance floor and Mike just rolled his eyes. He touched Eve's chin to lift it up so that she could look at him and offered her a smile. "She's just jealous that you're the most beautiful woman in this whole place; the whole school."

The man's hands began to stray away from her chin and head to her cheek, he bit his lip as he stroked her cheek. His blue eyes watched her expressions, it was possible that Mike had never felt this sort of attraction before her and same for her.

In Eve's state of vulnerability and her built up raw sexual desire. The brunette began to ease in, slowly but surely. Their lips crashed together all at once. There was no control left in either of them, this embrace was long overdue. She wrapped her arms around him to pull him closer the same time that Mike had pulled her too him for their bodies to touch.

Miz had taken over control as he led the woman to the wall that was a few feet behind her. Eve's back pressed against the wall as the man cornered her in and in many ways she liked it. Their foreheads were against the others while their breathing was unsteady. Eve's green eyes locked with his blue ones for a few seconds.

His shirt was now in the Latinas grasp in effort to pull him into another long lasting kiss and she was unwilling to let go. The man grabbed onto her legs and picked her up to place her against the wall more firmly now. Their kisses became more sexually aggressive, hungrier.

The two didn't even care that this was all out in the open. Not only were they both too drunk but this was long overdue – the sexual and emotional desire that was built between them was undeniable.

About 20 feet away from where this all was going down was their roommate, Phil. The drink he was holding for eve dropped from his hand to the ground, alongside Mike's. The tatted man licked his lips in frustration and stormed off leaving Mike and Eve completely unaware – it wouldn't have made a difference anyways, things between them were getting more and more intimate.

That was interesting. This was only part one of the 3 part story of this crazy night.

Next up {Spoilers}:

Phil seeks comfort from another Covington student, who could it be?

Brie and Randy confront each other again before the nights over.

A certain duo come into a little bit of trouble.

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