One Shots - Becky Lynch and Seth Rollins {Brollins}

Truth or Dare

Sometimes the easiest sounding questions, are the hardest to answer.

Blazing lights, crashing sounds, and rambunctious teens. The perfect mix for a disaster waiting to happen, especially when alcohol is involved.

In the kitchen, Rebecca sat alone on top of the marble polished countertops. She watched her best friend Ashley flirt in the living room with her seventh guy that night. Rebecca knew it was no use to meet the guy or even get his name, her best friend would be leaving him in the dust in a matter of a few minutes, and then he'd be forgotten. Ashley had a beer in hand, with her other hand on his chest, while she was laughing at whatever lame joke was just told to her. Rebecca knew it was the same process every time, once Ashley would get tired of the guy, she'd move onto the next. Ashley was definitely the party animal and boy crazy person, while Rebecca was just there for moral support.

Rebecca quickly turned her head away and wrinkled her nose in disgust as she saw Ashley pull in the random for a sloppy and liquor induced makeout. In a swift motion, Rebecca downed the shot of Tequila she was holding onto in hopes of forgetting the sight.

As the liquor burned down her throat she diverted her attention and began observing everyone else that was in the room, quietly keeping to herself. Rebecca wiped some excess alcohol off of the corner of her lips and the small amount that began to slip down to her chin, rubbing it onto the black fabric of her ripped up jeans. She continued looking around the room silently, adjusting her black crop top, with her eyes never once leaving her surroundings.

She was definitely an observer, no matter how much fun Ashley made, this was Rebecca's way of seeing what people were actually like. Rebecca knew it was better to see what type of situation you were getting yourself into, rather than jumping in blind. Avoiding the stress and annoyance that comes with fake and self-obsessed people is high on Rebecca's list.

Over in the other rooms she recognized most of the people but wasn't necessarily close with them. More often than not she preferred to be alone or with just Ashley, instead of with a group of people. Although, she did enjoy spending time with Pamela and Mercedes, who she considered her next closest friends.

This party was mainly filled with cheerleaders, jocks, and party lovers, three things that Rebecca was not. She recognized the cheerleading squad, which consisted of Alexis, Nicole, Brianna, Leah, Daria, Amanda, Saraya, Trinity, Jessica, and Cassie. The jocks included Colby, Joseph, Jonathan, Andrew, Nicholas, Adam, Randal, Matthew, Fergal, and Michael. Other than Rebecca, the rest of the people that weren't cheerleaders or jocks, were the party animals.

Rebecca saw Ashley staggering towards her, but she knew it was probably so that she could grab another drink and get back to her flirting, instead of conversing with her best friend. To Rebecca's surprise, Ashley clumsily made her way over to where she was sitting and glared at her.

"Why aren't you partying?! It's called a party for a reason! I brought you here to act like an actual human being! Stop being weird and go make out with somebody already!" Ashley huffed and continued harping on Rebecca, as she straightened out and readjusted her crop top dress.

Rebecca rolled her eyes and jumped off of the counter, straightening out her leather jacket in the process. Rebecca then moved to help her friend wash out a beer stain that ruined the prominent scarlet colour in her dress, turning it into a dark brown. "Ash, you know parties aren't my thing, and making out with random guys definitely isn't on my bucket list for today."

"You're so boring!" Ashley whined, "At least take a shot with me," she insisted as she shoved two shots of Tequila in Rebecca's hands while grabbing two for herself.

"Ash, two?! You're already wasted you don't need more."

"No. These two are also for you. I'm just holding them until you finish your first two." Ashley calmly stated with a smile on her face, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"How am I supposed to drive us home if we're both drunk out of our minds?"

"You're Irish, you don't get drunk. Now drink."

Rebecca knew there was no point in arguing. Arguing with a sober Ashley is difficult in the first place, but with a drunk Ashley it's ten times harder and there was absolutely no way she was going to let Rebecca win and get out of this.

Rebecca gave into temptation, and her nostrils were quickly drowning in the smell of alcohol as the liquor heavily coated her throat. She downed the first two shots consecutively with no hesitation or break in between, placing down the glasses on the table in front of them.

Her throat started to feel like it was burning up and Rebecca knew that she shouldn't consume any more liquor. She knew her limits, she knew she couldn't take the other two shots without losing self-control. Nothing good would come from it.

Before Rebecca could contest, Ashley was practically shoving the next two shots down her throat. As the burning sensation in her throat intensified, Rebecca looked at Ashley skeptically. "Ashley. What was in those last two shots?"

"Tequila," she responded smiling suspiciously.

"Ashley. I know what straight Tequila tastes like, and that is not it."

Ashley began avoiding eye contact and quickly tried to sprint away. Fortunately for Rebecca, Ashley could barely walk two feet without almost falling over. Rebecca dragged her back into the kitchen and gave her a look that could kill.

"Becks! Hey! Fancy seeing you here!" Ashley responded with a bright smile.

"Ashley."

"Fine. You're no fun." she scoffed, "I just added some Vodka, nothing major." She shrugged looking around for some more liquor as she was released from Rebecca's grasp.

"Nothing major?! Ashley I don't need to be wasted!"

Ashley rolled her eyes and grabbed a cup of whatever she could find and she swallowed it immediately. Her face scrunched and she let out a slight cough, she looked over at Rebecca with a dazed and smiling face, "Rebecca! Learn to live a little! You're going to be fine! What's the worst that can happen?!"

Without even realizing what she was doing, Rebecca let her emotions, the high amount of alcohol in her system, and her clouded judgement get the best of her. In one sudden movement, she grabbed the closest shot glass and practically inhaled whatever was in it. Slamming the glass down on the counter with a blank expression on her face.

"That's the spirit!" Ashley exclaimed as she shot her hands up in the air, smiling excitedly.

As Rebecca felt the liquor begin to set in, she felt her brain begin to worry less and less with each passing second, and she finally calmed down. She looked at Ashley for a few seconds, then she let out a small and wicked grin.

"Yeah, what's the worst that could happen?"

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"Becky, truth or dare?"