Ice Hearts (Nikki Bella/ Seth Rollins)

Drunk Mode.

Nikki pov

So, here I am, after signing autographs for hours, with Dean and Paige, hanging out in the back of a cab. We are going to meet Brie and rest at some clubbing place. It is like a little outing. Work is finish and now is time for the fun. Paige dragged herself along because......well she could. I know you are asking where is our vehicle, they are back at the hotels. We all plan on getting drunk and don't want to come back the next day for them.

"So let's play a game!" Paige announced and did fake audience cheering noise.

"What game?" Dean asked in a deeper than usual voice.

"Uh...I don't know!" Paige replied in a fake announcers voice.

"Ship it or trash it?" I suggested.

Paige high-fived me and Dean groan. We rolled our eyes at him, mockingly. The objective of the game is to say a couple or two people and say if you ship them being together or nah. Dean then rest his head on my shoulder since I'm in middle. "Get your cow size head off me." I push his head away and he looked at me offended. "My head isn't the cow size thing in here. Tell your boobs that." He fired back and Paige began to laugh mad loud as I punch Dean on his arm but laugh.

"Anyway. Here we go," Paige recollected us, "Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie?" She asked. "Ship," I told nodding, they are like one of the few lasting power couples in Hollywood. "Trash it," Dean said making Paige and I gasp and look at him. "What!?!" I yelled trying to figure out his logic. He casually shrugged like it is most normal thing. "To main stream for me," He gave his reason and I nodded, getting his point, I see why he thinks so. "Okay. Uh, Nattie and Fandango?" I questioned as I did a little mischievous nod.

"Nattie is married though. And not to Fandango but Tyson," Dean logically spoke.

"It is not based on actual facts you turd." Paige rolled her eyes, saying.

"Fine! Trash it. Fandango need a wild and adventurous girl, not Nattie," Dean told.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" I asked, laughing mad loud.

"Nattie is some lady with cats who acts like fifty, so no." Dean clarified even though it was already clear what he meant.

"Leave my Nattie alone. And I ship it. I see the way she looks at him and I think he have something for her too." Paige said and we bumped shoulders agreeing with smiles on our face.

"I see it! They want to bed each other," I smirked while saying, laughing as Paige made humping moves making me laugh louder.

"What you should be seeing is a mental doctor or any doctor. You two may have one too many concussions." Dean seriously said.

"Ambrose! You don't see the way she looks at him?" Paige asked.

"And they way he looks at her?" I added on to Paige.

"She looks at everyone like that! She loves Tyson and the look you so call 'see' in Fandango's eyes is a look for help." Paige and I shook our heads at Dean.

"You're stupid," Paige said.

"And a douche," I said

"And annoying," She told

"And sickening," I told

"And crazy."

"And unstable."

"And needs an eyes exam."

"And need a brain exam."
"AND I GET IT!" Dean cut off Paige and I's train.

We looked at his annoyed face then at each other and began to laugh again. He shook his head and sighed, probably regretting choosing to ride with us. Should have gone with the guys but he insisted the ladies need Ambrose around them. Even Randy left Brie to ride with the guys. Poor Ambrose. I smiled up at him, resting my head on his shoulder, trying to softening him back up. Paige joined in the love fest and lay on my shoulder and that's that.