Fight // WWE Dean Ambrose

Chapter 48

"I'll just get a water?" Dean requests from the bartender, who nods and walks away. Every other person already has a drink in front of them, telling me that were the last ones here.

This bar is nearly empty, which is expected for a bar on a Monday night. The only other people in here is a man clearly trying to drown his sorrows in a beer bottle and a woman who has clearly had a few too many. Her cigarette smoke fills the area around her, as she coughs a few times after each inhale. The smell of smoke has never attracted me, and when I did try a cigarette in high school, I felt like I was going to be sick for the rest of the day.

The bar is lined with pictures of old singers, Elvis or Michael Jackson, even prince is up on the walls. It kind of reminds me of one of those western saloons that you see in movies. It's pretty cool.

"Water for me too, please" I politely ask the bar tender who walks off without anther word. Everyone else were with seems to have some sort of alcoholic drink by them, mostly beers and a few brave souls trying shots, even though we have a show tomorrow night.

I look down the bar line and see mostly familiar faces. I'm next to Dean who's sitting on the end playing with my hand absentmindedly and staring around the bar looking bored but not complaining. On my other side is Paige, who's British accent becomes more prominent as she drinks more and more. Seth, next to her, is one of the men enjoying a few shots of vodka.

Further down the line is Dolph Ziggler and his girlfriend, a blonde girl with long legs and too much skin showing for anybody to feel comfortable. She sways with the low music playing through the bar and runs her hand through her hair as if she has somebody to impress. Her pencil skirt is much higher than it should be.

Beside them is Punk, and Aj. They seem to be in their own world together, neither of them have said a word to any of us since we've been in here. Finally, on the end is Randy Orton, who I haven't really talked to much since I started with the company.

"Here you go" the bartender puts down two ice waters in front of Dean and I. He has to be in his mid 50's, but for 50 he looks good. He's pretty slim and even has a tattoo sticking up through the skin of his white shirt.

"You guys are from WWE, right?" The bartender asks, wiping down the wooden countertop of the bar.

"Yeah, we are" Dolph tells the bartender proudly.

"Nice. I'm chad, I'm a big fan of all of you" he says, browsing down the line.

He reaches back into the kitchen behind the bar and pulls out 2 baskets of beer battered chicken wings.

"Here, these are on the house" he puts down one of the baskets in front of Dean and I, and the other in front of Dolph.

I smile and everybody tells him thank you. The wings are steaming hot and dripping with barbecue sauce. I excitedly take one between my fingers and bite into it. It tastes amazing, and the meat almost falls off the bone.

Some of the girls look down the line at me, Dolphs girlfriend looking at me with extreme disgust, and I have no clue why. All I'm doing is eating a chicken wing.

I put down the wing on one of the mini played provided for us, and wipe any excessive sauce from my face with a napkin?

"Why are they staring at me?" I ask Dean, looking at Dolphs girlfriend who's still staring at me.

"Ignore them babe" he tells me reassuringly.

"Why don't we play a game!" Paige suggests after ordering another drink from the bartender. Cm punk shoots me a look of over exaggerated annoyance and disgust at Paige's slightly drunk suggestion, rolling his eyes and making me laugh hysterically into the back of my hand in the meantime.