Chapter 16:
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"Are you sure you don't want me to come home with you?" Steph asked giving Allie a worried look. They were currently in Allie's hotel room, while she packed her bags. Allie had filled Steph in on what Punk had shared with her and her friend had expressed her concern. "I know Joe won't mind. I don't like the idea of you being by yourself. Cena's dangerous and God only knows what he's planning."
"I won't be by myself," Allie assured her, as she closed up her bags and set them on the floor. "And I'm not going home."
"Then where-?" Steph was interrupted by a knock on the door. Steph glanced at the door, before turning to Allie and giving her a curious look. Allie simply smiled, before walking to the door and pulling it open. She was greeted by the smiling face of Jon, his rollaway sitting next to him and his backpack on his back.
"Ready to go?" Jon asked as she stepped aside and allowed him to walk into the room.
"Just about," Allie answered, shutting the door and leading him further into the room. They were greeted with the smirking face of Steph who had her arms folded across her chest. Allie grabbed her duffel bag and slung it over her right shoulder, then reached for her rollaway as she answered the questioning look. "I'm going to Vegas with Jon."
Allie had approached Jon shortly after her conversation with Punk and informed him of the situation. Jon, although extremely worried about the Cena situation, had been more than willing to let her stay with him in Vegas at his place. He was glad she had come to him and not tried to risk going home.
"Well," Steph sighed, relieved, "that's a relief. I'm glad you aren't going home. Stay close to Jon and don't get into any trouble."
"Yes, Mom," Allie smiled, rolling her eyes playfully.
"And you," Steph pointed at Jon, ignoring Allie's comment. "Take care of our girl."
"Yes ma'am," Jon smiled, shooting Allie a wink, before looking to Steph. "She'll be in good hands." Steph gave him a smile, before nodding. "We better get going, Al."
Allie nodded, then followed Jon to the door, with Steph close behind. After bidding both of them goodbye and wishing them a safe fight, Steph left to meet up with Joe, so the two could head to Pensacola. Now that she felt satisfied that Allie would be safe, she couldn't wait to spend some alone time with Joe.
Jon and Allie made their way down to the lobby to check out, before heading out to her rental car to head to the airport. Aside from the nervousness, Allie was excited to spend some time in Vegas with Jon. Especially since it would just be the two of them. She felt safe knowing Jon would be close by over the next couple days.
"So what do you want to do in Vegas?" Jon asked as they settled in on the plane for their five hour flight. Allie's head was rested back against the seat and rolled it to the side to look at him.
"I don't know," she said giving him a small smile. "It's been a while since the last time I was in Vegas."
Jon nodded and glanced down, thinking for a moment, thinking of what they could do to occupy their time. He turned his head back up to look at her, "Strip?"
Allie gasped and looked at him in faux offense, "Right here? You could at least buy me dinner first. What kind of girl do you think I am?"
Jon snorted a laugh, shaking his head, "Not what I meant."
"Oh, well," Allie smirked at him, "maybe you should clarify."
"I thought, maybe, we could just hit the strip and see what kind of trouble we can find," Jon said, playfully rolling his eyes at her.
"I don't know," Allie smiled, "Mom said to stay out of trouble."
"She also said for you to stay close to me," he responded. "And I intend on having some fun."
Allie laughed at the sly look he shot her, "Alright, let's start on the strip and see where we end up." Jon nodded, then turned his gaze as he noticed a small figure walk up beside Allie, making her turn to look and see what had attracted Jon's attention.
They both smiled as a nervous looking, young brunette boy, who couldn't be more than five, walked up to them, eyes locked on Jon. Dressed in khaki shorts and a ninja turtles t-shirt, he licked his lips nervously before he spoke. "Excuse me, Mr. Ambrose," he nervously stuttered out. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but could I possibly get a picture with you?"
Allie shot Jon a beaming smile, melting at the adorable little boy before them. Jon smiled back, then at the boy, "Sure thing, buddy. What's your name?"
"Jonathan."
"That's an awesome name, bud!" Allie snorted a laugh to herself, as Jon reached across her and pulled the boy into his lap, shooting her a raised eyebrow, daring her to challenge him. Allie took the boy's camera and snapped several photos of the two together. Goofy faces, smiling faces, Shield fists, and laughing fits filled the pictures and Allie couldn't help but to snap a few on her own phone to share with Jon later.
Watching him interact with his young fan, made her see him in a new light. A light that made her heart swell and her stomach flutter. He truly amazed her sometimes.
After getting an autograph from Jon, collecting his camera back, and fist bumping Jon, the little boy was on his way back to his parents, extremely happy and excited. Turning back to Jon, Allie saw him give her a curious look.
"What?" She asked, wondering what was tumbling around in that beautiful head of his.
"Does that ever bother you?" He asked, almost hesitantly.
"Does what bother me?" She asked, now confused as to what he meant.
"Well, I just wondered," Jon looked at her, trying to find the right words. "We get stopped a lot now for autographs and pictures. Even Steph does now that she's back." Jon paused and Allie gave a small smile, knowing where this was going. "Does it ever bother you that they never ask you, because they don't realize who you are?"
"I miss interacting with my fans," Allie began. "That part of it is hard, but I've been out of the game for so long that I've gotten use to it. I enjoy watching you all interact with your fans. It's so much fun to sit back and truly see the effect we have on people. It's pretty mind blowing." She smiled at him, earning a bright smile in return. "So, to answer your question. No, it doesn't bother me."
The two settled into casual conversation after that for a while. About halfway through the flight Allie had begun to nod off and soon Jon found her head rested against his shoulder. He smiled taking in her sleeping face and adjusted himself gently so that she could lay more comfortably against him. He could still see the faint bruising from the attack of Cena and Orton, but to the naked eye that wasn't looking for it, it was hard to see. He felt his heart lurch just thinking about the state of her beautiful face just a few weeks ago. He promised himself as he continued to gaze at her face, that he would do whatever he could to protect her from it ever happening again. Not long after Jon felt himself begin to doze and soon joined her in sleep.
Allie awoke later to the sound of the pilots voice over the plane's intercom system, informing everyone that were making their descent into Las Vegas. Allie groggily realized she was laying against Jon's shoulder and his head was resting against hers. She felt her heart rate accelerate at the feeling of being snuggled up with Jon.
Not eager to pull away from him, Allie slowly stretched her arms out in front of her, trying to wake her body up. Apparently the movement was enough to bring Jon out of his slumber and she felt him slowly sit himself up.
"Are we landing?" She heard Jon's sleep filled voiced rumble from beside her. Turning to look at him, she watched as he sleepily stretched his body out, giving her a small sleepy smile. Allie simply nodded, returning the smile and began packing up her belongings in preparation for landing.
Once they had landed and exited the plane, Allie and Jon made their way through the airport towards baggage claim. As they walked, Allie powered up her phone so she could inform her friends that she and Jon had arrived in Vegas safely. She hadn't been expecting the texts and alerts that awaited her.
Confused she opened up the text from Steph first and read as she and Jon reached baggage claim.
'Dude! You two are adorable! You're all over Twitter! The fangirls are losing their minds.'
She opened the one from Phil next.
'I didn't know you and Good were a thing. Interesting way for people to find out. Hearts are breaking all over the world tonight. Lol. Watch your back! ;)'
"What the hell?" Allie mumbled out loud, confusion etching her face.
"What's wrong?" Jon asked, looking at her concerned.
"I don't know," Allie said as she pulled up Twitter. "I have a bunch of weird texts from Steph and the guys and Twitter alerts. Colby tagged me in something... Oh my god." Allie stared at her phone in shock, before slowly turning it towards Jon.
Jon felt his eyes widen as he took in the tweet before him. He should've expected that the moment wouldn't have been ignored by the other passengers. His face fell into a smirk as he continued to take in the image and message before him.
' thedeanambrose was on my flight! Sorry ladies, looks like he's taken. But how cute are they?!'
The picture that accompanied the tweet was of the two of them while they were cuddled together while sleeping. Jon chuckled lightly, then looked up into the embarrassed face of Allie. She looked so worried and he found himself smiling broadly at her bright red face.
"Jon, I- I'm so sorry," Allie stammered out, quickly putting her phone away, tucking it into the pocket of her jean shorts.
"For what?" He looked at her confused.
"For falling asleep on you," she blurted out, running a hand back and forth across her forehead. "You'll be fielding questions about this now. You don't need people hounding you about this. Everyone knows you're a really private person and this being out there is gonna put your dating life on the table for questioning and I just-" Allie's rambling was cut off by Jon's hand clapping over her mouth, while he gave a deep laugh.
"Relax," Jon said calmly. "Do I look worried?" Allie shook her head after a moments hesitation. "Then don't worry about it. I fell asleep against you too. People see what they want to see, darlin. If questions come, let them. But, for right now, let just get our shit and get the hell out of here, so we can enjoy a couple relaxing days off. Alright?" Allie nodded, her face still bright red. "No more worrying about this?" Allie shook her head again. Jon grinned at her, "No more spazzing out?" Allie shot him a glare, as Jon laughed, feeling the warm glide of her tongue against his hand. "You really need to stop licking my hand, babe. I'm starting to think you like the taste of me."
Allie slapped his hand off her mouth, "Maybe I do," she shot at him, with a smirk, trying desperately to hide her blush. "Maybe I like salty, bitter things." Jon's eyes widen and Allie's face flushed, slapping a hand over her face at the realization of what she just said. Jon bursted into laughter drawing the attention of everyone around them, making Allie's blush deepen. "Oh my god," she murmured to herself. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and die right now. She smacked at Jon, who continued to laugh, "Thats not what I meant! I meant your personality was salty and bitter." Jon laughed harder as she tried to rectify her slip. "Shut up!"
Allie, spun on her heel and marched away from Jon who was now doubled over laughing. She walked to the belt, where the luggage from their plane was now being dispensed. Quickly grabbing hers, she set it on the floor, before marching towards the door towards the parking garage, ignoring Jon, who tried to call after her through his fits of laughter.
Reaching the parking garage, Allie leaned against a nearby wall, waiting for Jon to catch up. She just couldn't believe how extremely awkward she was being. So much for playing it cool, as her inner geek was proudly making her presence known. Just as she was thinking of ways to reestablish her dignity, Jon stepped out into the parking garage. He looked around quickly trying to spot her, before turning in her direction and finding her leaning against a wall.
He approached her slowly, while trying to suppress the smile that threatened to break out on his face. Just as he reached and opened his mouth to speak, Allie held up a finger and cut him off, "Not a word or so help me God, I will make it my life's mission to ruin your bad boy rep."
Jon bit his lip, in an attempt to hold back a laugh and cleared his throat. "You a- you ready to go?" He asked, clearly amused, motioning into the parking garage.
"Yea, let's go," she murmured, standing herself up and following him to his car.
Once they were loaded up and in the car, they made their way to Jon's. They remained quiet for a while during the drive, with Jon stealing glances at her occasionally. He couldn't take the silence, knowing Allie well enough that he could sense her awkwardness at the situation. "You know," Jon spoke up, not being able to hold back, drawing her attention, "kinda makes me wonder, since you like salty, bitter things. Does that mean you're a swallower?"
Allie shot him a glare, making him laugh, "You just couldn't resist, could you, Good?" He continued to laugh at her defensive tone, only making her glare harder. "You suck."
"No," Jon gasped out between laughs, "but apparently you-"
"NEW TOPIC PLEASE!" Allie yelled out, cutting him off, blushing madly. She couldn't believe the conversation they were having. Under normal circumstances she'd play along and probably laugh along with him, but with her current feelings towards the blonde, it just made her feel awkward. As he continued to grin childishly, she decided to take the topic changing into her own hands. "So, what are the plans tonight besides hitting the strip?"
Collecting himself, Jon glanced over at her, deciding to give her a break. "That's up to you, babe. We can head out early and do the site seeing thing or we can grab dinner and hit the night life and save site seeing for tomorrow. Whatever you wanna do?"
Allie couldn't help but notice that, this was the second time since they landed that Jon had called her babe. She would be lying if she said it didn't affect her, feeling the butterflies buzzing around in her stomach, making her feel almost euphoric. She had to find some way to get over these feelings she had for Jon. It was going to leave her with a broken heart, just like it had in the past.
Comparing Jon to Cena wasn't fair, they were complete opposites, but she just knew that if she took a chance she'd end up devastated again. Falling too deeply wasn't an option for her. Jon didn't feel for her the way she did for him. He had his unicorn and she was only torturing herself with allowing herself to fall for him.
She was here to have fun with Jon, as a friend and only a friend. The two of them could do some serious damage in Vegas. She need to have some fun. It was time to get wild. "Let get some take out and experience the night life tonight. We can do some site seeing tomorrow. I plan on getting hammered tonight," she shot him a mischievous smile, making him grin.
"Awesome," Jon said as they pulled into the driveway of a rather upscale gated complex of luxury condos right off the strip. Jon pulled up to a key pad and rolled his window down, typing in a code. The big gate eased open and Allie marveled in the beauty around her as they they drove through the gate and headed towards the back of the complex.
"This is beautiful, Jon," Allie smiled looking around, as they pulled into the private driveway of Jon's two level condo and pulled into the garage.
"Thank you," Jon smiled as he cut the engine and opened his door. "Come on, I'll give you the tour."
They both exited the car and collected their bags, before he lead them into the condo through a single door towards the back of the garage. Allie took in the big basement looking area that Jon appeared to be using for storage. Jon pointed towards the back of the room towards a closed door, "That's the utility room. There's a washer, dryer, iron and ironing board if you need to wash anything while you're here."
He then turned them towards the staircase that sat off to the left hand side and lead her up to the next level. They entered into Jon's large kitchen, that was elegantly equipped with dark cherry wood cabinets, black granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. "This obviously is the kitchen. You can help yourself to whatever's here, but there isn't much. Beer, water and Pepsi's in the fridge and we'll probably eat out for the most part, cuz I don't keep much in the way of food here."
"Maybe we can stop and pick up a few things tomorrow and I can make dinner for you to say thank you for this," Allie smiled at him as they exited the kitchen, into the the large living room/dining room.
"Thanks isn't necessary," Jon smiled over his shoulder at her. "I'm happy to have you here. But, I'll never turn down a home cooked meal. Especially, if you're the one cooking it."
Allie smiled and tried not to read anymore into the comment than was necessary. Jon just enjoyed her cooking, since having experienced it at Sami's and she was more than happy to cook for him.
"There's a small patio through those doors," Jon said pointing towards a set of double doors on the one side of the living room. "It's nice to sit out there in the evening with a beer."
Allie nodded and followed him through the living room and down the hallway on the other side towards a few closed doors. Jon opened the first one they came to and motioned inside. "This is the guest bathroom. I have my own in the master bedroom, so it's all your's while your here." The efficient bathroom was styled in black and white decor, Allie finding it really simple yet elegant.
Jon then moved down further down the hall to the next door and opened it revealing a large guest room. It was decorated in beautiful greens and purples, Allie falling in love with it instantly. "This is your room," he said then thumbed across the hall towards another closed door. "I'm right across the hall. I have a jacuzzi tub in the master bath. If you want to use it, feel free." Allie nodded, stepping into the guest room and set her bags down.
Turning back to Jon, she gave him a big smile, "Thank you for this, Jon."
Jon returned the smile, "It's my pleasure, babe." That's three, Allie thought as the butterflies returned, but she fought them down. "I'm just gonna grab a shower and change. I'll order take out while you're getting yourself situated. Anything in particular?"
"Chinese?" She asked him.
"You got it," he winked at her. After getting her food request, he exited the room, pulling the door softly shut behind him. Allie let out a huge sigh, before flopping backwards onto the bed. "Jonathan Good, what are you doing to me?"
After getting herself organized and figuring out what she would wear tonight, Allie decided to take a shower. The hot water felt great on her tense muscles and stood in there an extra few minutes letting the hot water beat down on her.
Once she was done, she towered her body and hair off, then wrapped the towel tightly around herself to walk back to her room. Opening the door to the guest room, she noticed there was a chilled bottle of Heineken sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, with a small piece of paper sitting up against it.
The paper was slightly damp from the condensation of the bottle as she picked it up to read the surprisingly neat scrawl that was written across it.
'Figured you could use this. Running to get the food. Make yourself at home. Be back soon.'
She hummed softly to herself in appreciation as she picked up the bottle and took a couple deep swallows from it. Placing the bottle and the note back down, Allie moved around the room and got herself dressed. Figuring she would wait until they were done eating to get dressed, she dressed in a pair of black yoga pants and a black tank top.
Grabbing her beer, she made her way out of the room and towards the living room. She took in the black leather couch and comfy looking chairs with glass coffee and end tables that were placed in an open stance facing the huge tv that hung against the far wall. There were little trinkets and odds and ends that were scattered on the tables, but nothing was overly decorated.
The dining room was the same, with a dark cherry high top table and bar chairs in the center of the room. There was a dark cherry buffet against the far wall, that she assumed doubled as a liquor cabinet, and surprisingly a stocked wine rack. The condo wasn't the picture of interior design, but it was so much more than your typical bachelor pad, which in all honesty is exactly what she had been expecting to find when arriving at Jon's Las Vegas home.
Instead of sitting down in the living room, she decided to take in the patio that sat on the backside of the condo. Stepping through the glass doors, she was surprised to find a decent sized backyard that was enclosed by a high, black vinyl privacy fence. The patio itself was grey stone with a large outdoor fireplace, set in the same stone, sitting off on the right hand side and short ledges walls that ended at the center edge of the patio, creating an opening into the yard. To the left hand-side, on the opposite side of the wall was a medium sized hot tub. It looked like it could seat four people and was currently covered in a large black tarp. She wondered excitedly if she'd get the chance to use it while here.
Taking in the rest of the patio, the furniture was a black, rod iron round table and chairs with white cushions to the left and a black and white wicker lounge set to the right in front of the fireplace. She noticed a decent sized grill sitting in the back right side corner against the condo.
It was absolutely beautiful and Allie could easily picture herself lounging back her with a beer or a glass of wine taking in the evening air. She could hear splashing and children laughing coming from beyond the fence and figured the pool must not be to far on the other side. Maybe she could talk Jon into taking a walk tomorrow around the complex.
"Kinda figured I'd find you back here," the familiar gruff voice of Jon sounded behind her, startling her slightly, making her turn quickly to face him. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."
"No, it's ok," she smiled at him, before turning back to take in the backside of the condo again. "I was just admiring your patio and yard. You have a beautiful home, Jon."
She saw Jon step up beside her and she turned her head to look at him. His sunglasses were sitting on top of his backwards, black cap and he was dressed casually in worn, faded jeans and a black t-shirt. "Thank you. It's really more than I need, but I like it."
"You should see my place, if wanna talk about a bit more than needed," Allie chuckled, after taking a sip of her beer. "It's a big empty house and I really don't need all the space. I've been thinking about selling it, but I just can't seem to bring myself to do it. I just love it too much."
"Is it a castle or something?" Jon asked with a smile, making her chuckle again.
"Or something," Allie answered, looking around the patio. "You could use some plants out here though."
"Who the hell would take care of them?" It was Jon's turn to chuckle. "I'm barely home. I have a cleaning lady, but I don't think plants were part of the deal."
"You could find something. There are ways to water plants without actually being home to water them, now a days," Allie smiled. "It's just a suggestion. We can look tomorrow if you want. I can help."
"You have a green thumb or something?" Jon asked, turning to face her fully.
"Not exactly," Allie laughed, "but I know a thing or two about keeping plants alive when you live the life we do."
Jon chuckled and nodded, before tilting his head towards the condo, "Food's here. You ready to eat?"
"Sure," she nodded, then followed him into the condo. They walked into the kitchen where the bag of Chinese food was sitting on one of the granite counter tops. Allie could smell the food as soon as they entered the room, making her stomach rumble.
Jon opened the bag and began pulling out the different containers, while Allie grabbed them a couple beers from the fridge. Popping them open, she handed one to Jon, who took it graciously and took a long swallow of it.
Getting their food plated and grabbing their beers, they made their way into the living room and sat down on the couch. Turning on the tv, Jon glanced over at her, "Anything you want to watch?"
With a mouth full of food, Allie covered her mouth and murmured out, "SportsCenter?"
Jon just gave her a look of disbelief and blinked several times at her. "Really?"
Allie swallowed and gave him a confused look, "What?"
"SportsCenter?" He sputtered out.
"We can watch something else if you want," Allie continued to look confused. "I don't mind."
"No, SportsCenter's fine," Jon's face finally broke out into a smile. "I don't think I've ever known a girl who willing watched sports highlights with me, let alone suggested it."
Allie chuckled at that, "I guess I'm not your average girl."
"No complaints here, babe." Four!
The two settled in comfortably, enjoying their food while watching sports highlights. Jon was surprised that, not only did Allie enjoy sports, she actually understood them and was able to hold a conversation.
"Laugh all you want," Allie argued, throwing a fortune cookie at him, "but I'm telling you, the Pirates are gonna have a winning season this year."
"Allie, sweetheart," Jon laughed, "they haven't had a winning season in twenty years. How could you possibly be that confident in them?"
"Because, they have an awesome team this year," Allie smiled. "They may not go all the way, but the curse will finally be broken with lucky twenty-one and the spirit of Roberto."
"I think you've got too much confidence in them," Jon smirked, "and the luck of Clemente, but I guess we'll see when September and October roll around." Jon then stood up and began gathering the plates and empty beer bottles. "Wanna start getting ready and we can head out to the strip?" Allie nodded, standing up and moving to help him clean up, but was stopped by his hands moving over hers. "No, I got this. Go get yourself ready."
Allie smiled at him, before turning and heading down to the guest room, but stopped just before she got to the hallway and turned back to Jon. "Do you think I'm safe to wear a skirt tonight?"
Jon looked up at her through his fringe and gave her nod, "You'll be safe tonight, Allie. You'll be with me." Allie gave him a small smile and a nod, then turning quickly before the blush could reach her face.
Allie got ready as quickly as she could, not wanting to make Jon wait long, but wanting to put some effort into her look tonight. She dressed in her black leather, mini skirt and a dark grey halter corset. She pulled on her black, knee high stiletto boots, after putting loose curls in her hair and pinning back the right side. She walked quickly to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, before applying her makeup, giving herself smokey eyes and glossy lips.
She gave herself a quick once over, feeling satisfied with the finished product. Then grabbing her clutch purse and making sure her ID, cash, credit card, phone and cigarettes were all inside, she walked to the living room to meet Jon.
He was still casually dressed, but had put his leather jacket on over his t-shirt. Allie couldn't complain about the site, since Jon would look gorgeous to her in anything he decided to wear. He had just gathered up his wallet, phone, and keys placing them in various pockets, when he turned to face her.
Jon stood motionless for a moment while taking her in. Allie watched him swallow hard, before he finally blinked and brought himself back from wherever his mind had been. Allie blushed slightly unsure of how to take his look, feeling somewhat subconscious and glancing down at her outfit. She brought her eyes back up to his, that were now currently glued to her legs. "I don't look too much like a hooker, do I?"
His eyes snapped back up to hers, shaking his head slowly. "No, not even close," he husked out. "You look gorgeous, Allie."
Her blush deepened as she gave him a small bashful smile, "Thank you, Jon. You look great too."
Jon simply smiled at her, before walking towards her, "You ready to head out?"
"Definitely," Allie answered, nodding. Jon, then slipped his hand into hers and walked them to the front door and out of the condo, before locking up. After doing so, Jon kept her hand firmly locked with his as they walked towards the Las Vegas strip.
A couple hours later, Jon and Allie stumbled out of their second bar, laughing and holding each other up, both starting to feel the numbing effect of the alcohol they had consumed.
Calming down slightly, enough to walk upright, they began walking down the side walk towards their next destination. Allie suddenly spun towards Jon and patted his chest.
"You remind me of that babe," she giggled out.
"What babe?" He laughed, looking at her confused.
"The babe with the power."
"What pow...er?" Jon smack his hand against his face as he finally caught on.
"The power of voodoo. Who do? You do. Do what? Remind me of the babe," Allie sung and danced around drunkenly.
"Did that really just happen?" Jon groaned playfully, then laughing again as she continued to dance around.
"I don't know what's awesomer," Allie said dancing up to him.
"Awesomer?"
"The fact that I just tricked you into that?" Allie laughed, flinging her arms around his neck. "Or that you've seen the movie and know it well enough to understand what just happened?"
Jon laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist, "I think drinking was involved. At the time it may have been something stronger."
"Or you watched it as a kid and loved it and you're just too macho to admit it," Allie wiggled her eyebrows at him, making him laugh again.
"Macho, huh?"
"Macho, macho...mmmph," Allie's serenade was cut off by Jon hand abruptly covering her mouth. She looked up at him with fluttery bright blue eyes, making his smile broaden.
"Let's get one thing perfectly clear," he said, laughing as she raised an eyebrow. "There is absolutely no room at this party for the Village People." Allie gave him a sly look, before licking the palm of his hand, but was disappointed when he kept it in place, smirking at her. "You really have to stop doing that."
With that not working like she hoped, she removed her arms from his neck and began signing YMCA, dramatically with her arms. Jon rolled his eyes and removed his hand quickly from her mouth and used both of his hands to clamp her arms to her sides. "My Jedi mind tricks are far more advance, my young padawan," Allie said, smiling proudly.
Jon shook his head, smiling, "Star Wars fan, huh? I'm impressed."
"Just wait til I break out my Goonies," she answered with a giggle, making him chuckle. He released her arms and grabbed her hand and began walking them further down the sidewalk. After a few moments, Allie gasped and stopped suddenly, bringing Jon's attention back to her. He gave her a curious look when she looked at him excitedly, "You know what we should do?!"
"What?" He asked, shaking his head at her goofiness, as her eyes lit up with glee.
"Karaoke!"
"No."
"Awww, come on!"
"No."
"It'll be fun!"
"Nope."
"Where's your sense of adventure?" She asked, pouting and batting her big blue eyes at him.
"I have all the adventure I can handle watching after you," Jon laughed. Allie scoffed at him, letting go of his hand and folding her arms across her chest. "No," Jon smirked and folded his arms across his chest. She gave him the saddest puppy dog face she could muster and sniffled. "No."
"It's a nice day for a white wedding. It's a nice day to start again."
20 minutes later, Jon was up on stage at a karaoke bar, belting out "White Wedding" by Billy Idol, while Allie bounced around and danced, cheering him on with the crowd and snapping pictures. Aside from Sami's party, Allie honestly couldn't remember the last time she had gotten this wild and crazy, drinking with a friend. She was loving it.
When Jon finished his song, he turned to Allie and smiling wickedly at her, before pulling her onstage, "Its your turn, princess."
Allie giggled, taking the mic from Jon and heading over to the monitor to select a song. Being unable to decide, she had the monitor select a song at random. She hesitated when she saw the song that popped up. Shaking it off and deciding just to go with it, she raised the mic to her lips.
"Puttin my defenses up, cuz I don't wanna fall in love. If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart-attack."
She performed the song to the best of her drunken ability, which by everyone else's drunken standards appeared to be ok. She found herself really getting into the song and feeling like her current heartache could compare, but she refused to let her awesome evening with Jon get ruined by some stupid song. How 9th grade would that be? No, thank you.
"The feelings got lost in my lungs
They're burning, I'd rather be numb
And there's no one else to blame
So scared I take off and I run
I'm flying too close to the sun
And I burst into flames"
Allie looked over to where Jon was standing and appeared to be recording her performance on his phone. He shot her a dazzling smile that made her weak in the knees, seeming impressed with her mediocre singing ability.
Once she had finished her song, she jumped off stage and made her way to Jon. He gave her another heart stealing smile, before taking her hand and leading her to the bar for a drink. The two continued their night there for quite a while, drinking in between taking turns making fools out of themselves onstage, occasionally jumping up there together to sing some random duet. They had quickly become the crowd favorite and they both could only imagine the pictures that would flying around social media and the internet by morning.
A little while later, Allie and Jon were finally making their way out of the karaoke bar and deciding on where to head to next. The two teased back and forth about the other's ideas, before deciding it was best to probably just head to one more bar, before heading back to Jon's condo. Both of them were extremely drunk and didn't want to have to worry about inability to walk home.
"Hey man," they were interrupted by a very intoxicated looking, frat boy, who staggered up to them and wrapped an arm around Allie, making Jon tense and pull her away protectively from the man and into his arms with a growl. "Sorry man, not trying to interrupt your action, but I was just wondering if you were gonna use her for much longer? I wanna make sure I get my turn."
Allie, who was disgusted by his suggestion, was currently crushed into Jon's side as he shot daggers at the man in front of them. "Back off, asshole," Jon growled out, attempting to keep his temper in check. "She isn't what you're looking for. You best keep walking."
"Sorry man," the guy laughed, "but your girl's sending out some pretty mixed signals with that outfit. I mean, those legs are killer!"
"Walk. Away," Jon snarled out. Allie could feel Jon's body tense up further as he began to lose his temper.
"Dude!" The guy suddenly exclaimed, widening his eyes. "No way! You're Dean Ambrose! Aww, man, this is so cool! Can I get a picture with you?"
Allie and Jon couldn't believe the audacity of this guy. He insults Allie and now expects Jon to cater to his request, just because he happened to be a fan. Before Jon could lunge forward, Allie placed a gentle hand on his chest, instantly feeling his body settle some. "I'm sorry, Dean and I were just heading out. We have some place to be. Maybe some other time."
Before the man could respond, Allie gripped Jon's hand and pulled him along with her. She could still feel the anger radiating off of Jon and the fact that he had a decent amount of alcohol in his system only amplified it. She felt his grip tighten on her hand a few times as they walked further down the strip, knowing that he was brooding over the encounter.
Stopping suddenly, Allie spun him around to face her and clutched his face between her hands. Before Jon had a chance to gain his bearings, Allie pulled him into a deeply passionate kiss. Jon was shocked for several moments before finally kissing her back, but before the kiss could get too involved, Allie pulled back with a devious smile. "There, now you can focus on something a bit more pleasant."
Jon, coming out of his daze, gave her a devilish smirk, before tugging her into the nearest bar, causing her to let out a giggle.
The two continued on with their fun evening while ignoring the encounter with the frat boy. After a while, feeling pretty blitzed, the duo decided to head back to Jon's. Reaching his condo, Jon opened the door and allowed Allie to walk in ahead of him, before entering himself and closing and locking the door. When he turned around, Allie was hoisted up onto one of the dining room chairs, removing her boots.
Looking up, Allie watched Jon as his eyes were once again glued to her long legs, that were now completely visible with the absence of her boots. She kept her eyes on him as Jon walked up to her and tossed his keys on the table beside her, before spreading her knees apart and stepping between her legs.
Allie's eyes had dropped down to his hands when they had gripped her legs, shocking her. Allie took a deep breath, returning her eyes up to his face, but felt the air immediately leave her lungs when her eyes met Jon's glossy, list filled eyes. "Jon?" She breathed out, feeling confused.
Jon remained silent and Allie felt her heart stop when he slowly lowered his lips to hers. Jon's lips moved lazily against hers, soft and sweet. Allie gasped out when she felt his tongue trail against her bottom lip. Taking advantage of the opening Jon thrusted his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss.
Their tongues dueled for several minutes, before Allie's senses got the best of her and she pushed him away gently. "Jon, we can't."
"Why?" He husked out, looking at her confused.
Allie sighed heavily, before answering. "Jon I know about the woman you've been waiting for. I know you found her. I couldn't handle it if you got involved with me and held that regret of never knowing what could have happened with her."
Jon looked at her startled, "How do you-".
"Steph and I overheard you and the guys talking about it in the locker room the day I got injured. We had just gotten there when you guys were discussing it," Allie said looking into his eyes. "Look, I care about you deeply Jon, but I don't want to dive into this unless your sure."
"Al, you don't understand," Jon began, but was cut off by Allie.
"Please, Jon," Allie pleaded with him. "I don't want to ruin our friendship."
Jon stared at her for a minute looking lost, before relenting and nodding at her slowly. He hesitantly stepped back, letting her stand up. "Thank you for tonight, Jon. It's the most fun I've had in a long time." Allie gave him a small smile, then gathered up her boots and retreating to her room after bidding him goodnight.
As she entered the room and shut the door, she couldn't help but feel the wave of emotion wash over her and collapsed onto her bed. She collected her phone and sent a short text to Steph, then laying it down beside her. She laid there and silently sobbed in heartache. Before long, the tears and alcohol carried her into a restless, heartbroken sleep.
'He knows ;('
A/N: Sad :( Vegas got really long, so I'm breaking it up into two chapters. Let me know what you think so far.
The Billy Idol thing came from a pic of Jon I found online of him singing karaoke in a bar and the song on the screen behind him was "White Wedding". I thought it was too cute not to throw in here.
I don't know why Demi Lovato seems to keep finding her way into my fic. Her songs just go along perfectly for some reason.
Songs:
Billy Idol- "White Wedding"
Demi Lovato- "Heart Attack"