🍕Unlucky number 13🍕
Sentimental.
We ride down the elevator quickly, with no stops.
Dean practically runs through the lobby and into the cold.
"Where?" He asks and I laugh as I point across the street.
We move down to the intersection and run across after waiting impatiently for the light.
We practically run into the bar, Seth and Roman slightly behind and discover it to be black.
"Uhm..." I question as the lights flick on, wrestlers pouncing out of the shadows to say surprise.
I jump and Dean grins.
"Thanks, you guys." Dean laughs and bends down to kiss me.
"And thank you." He says.
"No problem.." I laugh and Dolph Ziggler approaches us.
"Dean-" he mumbles as he comes close to him.
"We got a girl in the back for you.." He says quietly, striving for me not to hear and Dean laughs.
"If I needed to get horny, I have this little thing right here." He gestures to me.
"Have fun with her, though." He laughs.
"You too." He laughs as he walks away.
Paige rushes up to us and Dean and I glance back at Roman.
He blushes and smiles at Paige, Seth already wondering off.
She hugs him slyly, looking around.
"Pai-" he threatens her, looking at Dean.
"He already knows." I laugh.
"What?" He asks.
"It's not her fault, she talks in her sleep." Dean exclaims.
I laugh and he guides me back to the bar.
Seth already has several shots next to him and continuously asks the DJ to start the music.
"Mostly everyone is drunk already." She warns and we laugh.
"That's good. We can do shit and nobody will mind." Dean sighs and rubs my lower back.
"You're just a horny little thing, aren't you?" I ask, sitting at the bar.
"Don't get me wrong, Id love to rip your clothes off right now but I'll hold off." He says as he takes a shot.
"Oh my lord." I laugh as I take one slowly myself.
We continue taking them, him much more than me.
The DJ finally turns on the music and it starts with turn down for what.
Dean drags me out, him stumbling as my mind becomes foggy.
We dance along all of the others.
There has to be at least 80 on the dance floor.
People constantly brush up against me and Dean sloppily tries to dance with me.
"Mixtape is fia!" He yells as the base hits and I crumble over laughing.
He pulls me up and dances with my arms in his hands.
I laugh as he grins down at me.
We pause while the music grows and after "turn down for what" he starts spazzing and I fall laughing.
